And you're on our unit, you just might...
1. Cut your G-tube end off, because it was way too short anyway. What does Mr. Snip win, Vanna? Why a free trip to the ED, Pat!
Yes, it really is not RN scope of practice to float in a Foley instead, Mr. GI intern. That's your job to do it...or not, since you are on call for that specialty service.
2. Fall out of your wheelchair and require stitches. Yes, another trip to the ED and lots of incident report paperwork.
3. Tell your nurse on the daily health and welfare search, that yes, you do not have any more of a particular substance because you ate it. And no, you did not have any brownie crumbs on your tray.
It's not a full moon yet, but it seems like it is! Stay tuned for more fun updates from the luxurious Hotel Rehab.
"Fear paralyzes; curiosity empowers. Be more interested than afraid."-Patricia Alexander, American educational psychologist
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Showing posts with label brownies. Show all posts
Monday, April 4, 2011
If you're bored...
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Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Just say hello, goodbye
One patient, Mr. Smack, leaves, and boy, does he treat the nurses. A humongous box of fancy schmancy pastries and absolutely divine chocolate dipped brownies appear in the nurses' lounge. Can you tell his sister, who brought all this stuff knows how to butter up the nurses? It surely helps that she IS one.
Darlin' you and Mr. Smack have a good ol' time driving to Margaritaville, just keep him away from drunk drivers!
And Mr. X., who I checked in last week with my trainee came back. Nothing like a little crashing to send you out to the ICU. Thankfully, they cleared that all up. What's a little sepsis among friends?
Now, I wait for judgment, er, my trip before the accreditation people tomorrow. I'm going to celebrate by doing homework with P. and my group.
More later...
Darlin' you and Mr. Smack have a good ol' time driving to Margaritaville, just keep him away from drunk drivers!
And Mr. X., who I checked in last week with my trainee came back. Nothing like a little crashing to send you out to the ICU. Thankfully, they cleared that all up. What's a little sepsis among friends?
Now, I wait for judgment, er, my trip before the accreditation people tomorrow. I'm going to celebrate by doing homework with P. and my group.
More later...
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