Today's meeting agenda was like a ransom note but lacking a weapon. The list of demands was long, but the list of assurances was short.
I know I'll never forget this moment. I tell myself that I'm keeping that e-mail forever because it's going in my book. The book I'll write about the Hotel (and some of my crazy coworkers) that will be called Is this a bad business case or reality? You decide (working title). If that title isn't snappy enough, we'll get another.
Some of the agenda items were crazy:
1. First of all, when the boss asks each attendee for a meeting agenda item, it does not mean 10 from one person. (not kidding). He/she is running the meeting, not you.
2. The need to define our "communication terms". Last time I checked, you had a company-provided cell phone, a desk phone, a laptop and a desktop PC. If you can't communicate with that, I don't know what to tell you.
3. Asking the boss for prizes. Don't you need an extra trinket for nurses' week? Maybe I'm just weird because I don't.
My assorted paperwork continues. Paperwork for the siblings, paperwork for this agency and my all encompassing travel paperwork that will probably get rejected on the first round.
I feel like a hamster in a wheel...stay tuned.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Monday, March 7, 2016
Sin City indulgences
Yes, it was beautiful weather in Las Vegas when I was there recently. But, as usual, in conference season, it's also crazy. A couple getting married was on our flight. We all signed napkins with marital advice and they got a bottle of the sparkly stuff for their trip.
I got to stay at one of the most beautiful places around in the Mandalay Bay complex. Pools, palms, casinos, shows, nightly turn down service, you have it all.
What I would have preferred though? A lighter duvet. You would have sworn it got to 30 below zero outside even though the thermostat in the room never went below 65 (I tried to no avail). This lead to much discomfort at night. I figured out (on the last night) that I actually slept better in the bathrobe with just the sheet covering me.
We had lovely meals (hence the indulgences that made my scale go up) and I ate EVERY dessert (although most were tiny). Tiny pain au chocolat at breakfast, tiny chocolate mousse and other sundry mousse-like items, and tiramisu (also tiny). They were all good.
To make up for it, I tried to march around the mall every chance I got, because it beat walking around in the casinos which could get smoky. I also ran up stairs wherever possible.
And yes, I gave some money to the house at Mandalay Bay and Luxor. After I ran through $80 of my $100 budget, I gave up and went to the airport. On my last $20 I put in the slots near my gate, I made $50. I cashed out and vegged while awaiting my plane in the crowded terminal.
The flight back was nice. I sat next to a pilot who was returning to start his work week. Got a lot of insider information and it was fun.
Now, it's back to work. Let the week begin. Hope you enjoy yours wherever you are!
I got to stay at one of the most beautiful places around in the Mandalay Bay complex. Pools, palms, casinos, shows, nightly turn down service, you have it all.
What I would have preferred though? A lighter duvet. You would have sworn it got to 30 below zero outside even though the thermostat in the room never went below 65 (I tried to no avail). This lead to much discomfort at night. I figured out (on the last night) that I actually slept better in the bathrobe with just the sheet covering me.
We had lovely meals (hence the indulgences that made my scale go up) and I ate EVERY dessert (although most were tiny). Tiny pain au chocolat at breakfast, tiny chocolate mousse and other sundry mousse-like items, and tiramisu (also tiny). They were all good.
To make up for it, I tried to march around the mall every chance I got, because it beat walking around in the casinos which could get smoky. I also ran up stairs wherever possible.
And yes, I gave some money to the house at Mandalay Bay and Luxor. After I ran through $80 of my $100 budget, I gave up and went to the airport. On my last $20 I put in the slots near my gate, I made $50. I cashed out and vegged while awaiting my plane in the crowded terminal.
The flight back was nice. I sat next to a pilot who was returning to start his work week. Got a lot of insider information and it was fun.
Now, it's back to work. Let the week begin. Hope you enjoy yours wherever you are!
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Say amen, somebody!
It's Wednesday.
I made it through the RehabLand license office (to renew my license plates) in less than 15 minutes.
I survived the craziest day I've had in a while (thankfully, no one got sick, fell, or pulled a fire alarm).
I completed my first webinar for my advisor. It was a success.
Yippee! Now it's time for bed.
Stay tuned!
I made it through the RehabLand license office (to renew my license plates) in less than 15 minutes.
I survived the craziest day I've had in a while (thankfully, no one got sick, fell, or pulled a fire alarm).
I completed my first webinar for my advisor. It was a success.
Yippee! Now it's time for bed.
Stay tuned!
Friday, September 11, 2015
TGIF (aka counting the days)
This has been a busy, crazy post-holiday week. I'm so happy it's over. I'm adjusting to my new home at work by floating. I have equipment that allows me to work all over the Hotel, so I'm taking advantage of it.
The volunteers are nice, but the real dust-stirrers this week are the construction guys, but thankfully, the dust is contained. They are drilling stuff in our building (which is also being repaired for settling). If you didn't have a headache when you got to work, you might have one when you leave.
Bubba decided to give me a headache. He got in trouble. I got a call from the principal and now he'll be on in-school suspension for two days. He opens his mouth and inserts foot a lot. He is very filterless sometimes, and the think it-close the mouth-let it go mode doesn't always work with him. He is also not yet the master of the double entendre. I am baffled why my child has to be punny at school when the education system has zero tolerance for anything.
It's not as easy as when I was a kid. If you said the wrong thing, the nun (or other teacher) gave you the dope slap.
You never did it again.
So happy it's the weekend! Hope you enjoy wherever you may be!
The volunteers are nice, but the real dust-stirrers this week are the construction guys, but thankfully, the dust is contained. They are drilling stuff in our building (which is also being repaired for settling). If you didn't have a headache when you got to work, you might have one when you leave.
Bubba decided to give me a headache. He got in trouble. I got a call from the principal and now he'll be on in-school suspension for two days. He opens his mouth and inserts foot a lot. He is very filterless sometimes, and the think it-close the mouth-let it go mode doesn't always work with him. He is also not yet the master of the double entendre. I am baffled why my child has to be punny at school when the education system has zero tolerance for anything.
It's not as easy as when I was a kid. If you said the wrong thing, the nun (or other teacher) gave you the dope slap.
You never did it again.
So happy it's the weekend! Hope you enjoy wherever you may be!
Thursday, February 5, 2015
Let it go
I'm singing that song in my head a lot lately. Since we've had a full moon this week, I think some of our more melodramatic, er, crazy folks have been living up to the hype.
One of my favorite moments: the idiot who said, "We really shouldn't help you. You're not in our department and you're too much work."
"Really?" I said? "We work for the same company and have the same patients." It's a good thing this was a virtual meeting (i.e. he was nowhere near me). It made things really interesting for the new MD who just joined our group. I will remember this when said idiot needs paperwork help soon.
I love it when 1) someone neglects to tell you when they have a problem, 2) when you find out, you go to all the proper people to resolve it and get a root cause, then finally 3) said melodramatist decides, in her best Scarlett O'Hara routine to tell everyone, "I just can't do it because nothing works right."
I have one potential job on the horizon, I turned down one, and another in the wings.
So very ready to let all of this BS go.
Stay tuned...
One of my favorite moments: the idiot who said, "We really shouldn't help you. You're not in our department and you're too much work."
"Really?" I said? "We work for the same company and have the same patients." It's a good thing this was a virtual meeting (i.e. he was nowhere near me). It made things really interesting for the new MD who just joined our group. I will remember this when said idiot needs paperwork help soon.
I love it when 1) someone neglects to tell you when they have a problem, 2) when you find out, you go to all the proper people to resolve it and get a root cause, then finally 3) said melodramatist decides, in her best Scarlett O'Hara routine to tell everyone, "I just can't do it because nothing works right."
I have one potential job on the horizon, I turned down one, and another in the wings.
So very ready to let all of this BS go.
Stay tuned...
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Something to look forward to...
As if random communicable diseases on a seasonal basis was not enough.
Why teenagers act crazy (from www.nytimes.com).
Why teenagers act crazy (from www.nytimes.com).
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Crazy day x 2
Monday, August 12, 2013
Battered and bullied...
No matter what I did, it was not enough for that crazy MD I worked with today.
So glad Monday is over!
So glad Monday is over!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Moral of the story: It's all about the patient
Dear Pissy Nurse:
Yes, I suspect I stayed over one minute recently in the conference room you had reserved because I had a patient in there.
The rule in this facility is when I need to use that expensive piece of equipment, which is used frequently for patient care, but stored in a conference room, I can (and will continue) to use it. I even rearranged the appointment so you wouldn't be disturbed. Why you wouldn't give me one extra minute to get out is odd, because I was done exactly when your appointment started.
It's a tragedy that meeting got moved again, but let's remember, in the grand scheme of things, what it's really all about.
Sincerely (I will bump you again, if it's for a patient),
RehabRN
Yes, I suspect I stayed over one minute recently in the conference room you had reserved because I had a patient in there.
The rule in this facility is when I need to use that expensive piece of equipment, which is used frequently for patient care, but stored in a conference room, I can (and will continue) to use it. I even rearranged the appointment so you wouldn't be disturbed. Why you wouldn't give me one extra minute to get out is odd, because I was done exactly when your appointment started.
It's a tragedy that meeting got moved again, but let's remember, in the grand scheme of things, what it's really all about.
Sincerely (I will bump you again, if it's for a patient),
RehabRN
Monday, August 8, 2011
You know it's Monday when...
"It's a cruel, crazy, beautiful world./Every day you wake up/I hope it's a blue, blue sky." --Johnny Clegg
1. Your patient is the heaviest one on the floor.
2. The first thing you have to do when you walk into the room and say hi, is suction said patient.
3. After that, you have to change the patient's external catheter, since the last shift somehow managed to pull it off. Said patient has a wet pad beneath him.
4. Clean up patient and change pad.
5. Wait for docs to round. Hold bowel routine, 'cause heaven forbid a doctor see a patient who poops whilst they're in the room!
6. Once Dr. HarvardMedSchool gives you crazy orders (like attach dressings without attaching them and you're not using one of these), start bowel routine.
7. Bowel routine over, so bathe patient. Suction again, and again, and again, before shave, after shave, after turning, etc.
8. Feed patient lunch. Suction patient.
9. Be so happy you follow the rules re: isolation gowns in rooms because as you dress patient, patient has a lot of gas, which is accompanied by a moderate amount of loose stool, which sprays bed rail, bed, and some gets on you.
10. Take off gown, wash hands, put on new isolation gown and other assorted PPE, then suction patient again.
11. Get patient dressed, into wheelchair and adjusted. (This takes 30 minutes including cleanup after explosion).
12. Get patient out door.
13. Patient returns in two minutes frothing. Suction again.
14. This time it works, get patient to therapy for evaluation for new wheelchair.
15. Patient is gone for not quite an hour. Lo and behold, the PT inadvertently pulls off external catheter during transfer. Put patient back to bed and clean up.
16. Suction patient again once in bed. Finish cleanup.
17. Dress patient in new clothes. Get patient adjusted then resupply room for next nurse.
18. Give report.
19. Wash wet cushion cover.
20. Go home.
And in between all that, I had 1) other patients and 2) lots of documentation to do.
So glad I eat fast and early! And I'm thrilled my work Monday is over, over, over!
Stay tuned...
1. Your patient is the heaviest one on the floor.
2. The first thing you have to do when you walk into the room and say hi, is suction said patient.
3. After that, you have to change the patient's external catheter, since the last shift somehow managed to pull it off. Said patient has a wet pad beneath him.
4. Clean up patient and change pad.
5. Wait for docs to round. Hold bowel routine, 'cause heaven forbid a doctor see a patient who poops whilst they're in the room!
6. Once Dr. HarvardMedSchool gives you crazy orders (like attach dressings without attaching them and you're not using one of these), start bowel routine.
7. Bowel routine over, so bathe patient. Suction again, and again, and again, before shave, after shave, after turning, etc.
8. Feed patient lunch. Suction patient.
9. Be so happy you follow the rules re: isolation gowns in rooms because as you dress patient, patient has a lot of gas, which is accompanied by a moderate amount of loose stool, which sprays bed rail, bed, and some gets on you.
10. Take off gown, wash hands, put on new isolation gown and other assorted PPE, then suction patient again.
11. Get patient dressed, into wheelchair and adjusted. (This takes 30 minutes including cleanup after explosion).
12. Get patient out door.
13. Patient returns in two minutes frothing. Suction again.
14. This time it works, get patient to therapy for evaluation for new wheelchair.
15. Patient is gone for not quite an hour. Lo and behold, the PT inadvertently pulls off external catheter during transfer. Put patient back to bed and clean up.
16. Suction patient again once in bed. Finish cleanup.
17. Dress patient in new clothes. Get patient adjusted then resupply room for next nurse.
18. Give report.
19. Wash wet cushion cover.
20. Go home.
And in between all that, I had 1) other patients and 2) lots of documentation to do.
So glad I eat fast and early! And I'm thrilled my work Monday is over, over, over!
Stay tuned...
Saturday, July 30, 2011
The joys of teamwork
I don't know how my coworker J. kept all the balls in the air when managing projects for our little tech team at BehemothConsumerProducts, where I worked at many moons ago, but I certainly appreciate it now.
Lately, I've been taking on that role in my graduate school classes, which, incidentally, require at least one team project per semester. Add to the excitement: all the members of the team are not necessarily in the same state, or even country. Ah, the joys of online learning.
Nevertheless, I orchestrated a beautiful team plan, divvied out all the tasks and organized meetings online and via phone when needed. I even posted our completed project ahead of the required time.
And while I was enjoying myself at a long awaited celebration with one of my nurse friends, one of the teammates got wigged out over one little thing.
Happily, I was able to smooth it over with the instructor, and get everything settled.
Only one thing remains: said nurse needs a psych consult. I can't diagnose it, but someone definitely may need a prescribed chill pill.
So glad the semester is over. CJ, one of my other classmates, an escaped rehab nurse from down south (now a tech trainer), and I celebrated by phone, by lifting our well-deserved glasses of pinot grigio in our respective places.We survived another semester of grad school. Happy, happy, happy.
And now I return to the last full day of vacation. Reality hits again next week...hope I'm ready.
Lately, I've been taking on that role in my graduate school classes, which, incidentally, require at least one team project per semester. Add to the excitement: all the members of the team are not necessarily in the same state, or even country. Ah, the joys of online learning.
Nevertheless, I orchestrated a beautiful team plan, divvied out all the tasks and organized meetings online and via phone when needed. I even posted our completed project ahead of the required time.
And while I was enjoying myself at a long awaited celebration with one of my nurse friends, one of the teammates got wigged out over one little thing.
Happily, I was able to smooth it over with the instructor, and get everything settled.
Only one thing remains: said nurse needs a psych consult. I can't diagnose it, but someone definitely may need a prescribed chill pill.
So glad the semester is over. CJ, one of my other classmates, an escaped rehab nurse from down south (now a tech trainer), and I celebrated by phone, by lifting our well-deserved glasses of pinot grigio in our respective places.We survived another semester of grad school. Happy, happy, happy.
And now I return to the last full day of vacation. Reality hits again next week...hope I'm ready.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Tired Tuesday
I'm just way too diurnal. Working at night kills me!
Now back to the old daytime grind. The bosses are driving me nuts. Our fearless leader, aka The Big Man (for literal and figurative reasons) is deciding to get crazy. Could it be that he's just got more time on his hands? Perhaps. He's just started bugging me about our presentation we'll be making very soon. The very same presentation he's done very little work on up until now, which I initiated and put together. The very same presentation he didn't want to do since too many nurses may show up. I just hope someone refills his ADD script before we go. And, no, I will not answer my cell phone if he calls just to "check on the progress".
The mainline boss (aka the charge nurse) is getting my goat, too. Thankfully, he/she is not nearly as obnoxious as our leader.
And now, I'm retiring...to a nap. Stay tuned!
Now back to the old daytime grind. The bosses are driving me nuts. Our fearless leader, aka The Big Man (for literal and figurative reasons) is deciding to get crazy. Could it be that he's just got more time on his hands? Perhaps. He's just started bugging me about our presentation we'll be making very soon. The very same presentation he's done very little work on up until now, which I initiated and put together. The very same presentation he didn't want to do since too many nurses may show up. I just hope someone refills his ADD script before we go. And, no, I will not answer my cell phone if he calls just to "check on the progress".
The mainline boss (aka the charge nurse) is getting my goat, too. Thankfully, he/she is not nearly as obnoxious as our leader.
And now, I'm retiring...to a nap. Stay tuned!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Holiday weekends get crazy
I'm only hoping it gets better.
The latest:
Crispy fried patient cuts up every night just before end of shift. "He was just fine at Saint Suburban and he was on antidepressants. "Well, if you consider missing a broken foot at Saint Suburban in addition to his myriad other crispy fried brain problems secondary to a touch of alcohol abuse "fine"...Haldol, take me away!
Fireworks went off at the party in the park next door. Just hope everyone with PTSD doesn't get too wound up (we made it with no incidents on a recent night).
The Slug will lead us for part of the weekend. Oh. Freaking. Jesus. I just hope his/her entourage (i.e. family) stays home and doesn't call a million times for updates.
Patients go home, and contrary to policy, some are returned to us. They just couldn't wait until the weekend was over. One more was transferred to us to keep the weekend hopping with the skeleton crew.
Troll IT (aka TIT) person freaks out one of my best nurses, F., because she made an error when creating and synching all her passwords. We called TIT person before it was too late in the shift, but once I talked to TIT it was obvious that TIT was 1) disturbed from a sound sleep, 2) was interrupted from a really fun party or 3) was just a typical antisocial character who managed to get into customer support to pay the bills and didn't really want to be there.
TIT actually called me a "security risk" because my nurse (nearly in tears) passed me the phone so I could talk to her. If TIT only realized that F. could save her life if needed, but now, F. is only waiting for the opportunity to run TIT over in the parking lot if she figures out who she is.
Hopefully, that won't happen on our shift. The boss would be slightly pissed.
Stay tuned for more (attempted) murder and mayhem tales...if only I were making them up!
The latest:
Crispy fried patient cuts up every night just before end of shift. "He was just fine at Saint Suburban and he was on antidepressants. "Well, if you consider missing a broken foot at Saint Suburban in addition to his myriad other crispy fried brain problems secondary to a touch of alcohol abuse "fine"...Haldol, take me away!
Fireworks went off at the party in the park next door. Just hope everyone with PTSD doesn't get too wound up (we made it with no incidents on a recent night).
The Slug will lead us for part of the weekend. Oh. Freaking. Jesus. I just hope his/her entourage (i.e. family) stays home and doesn't call a million times for updates.
Patients go home, and contrary to policy, some are returned to us. They just couldn't wait until the weekend was over. One more was transferred to us to keep the weekend hopping with the skeleton crew.
Troll IT (aka TIT) person freaks out one of my best nurses, F., because she made an error when creating and synching all her passwords. We called TIT person before it was too late in the shift, but once I talked to TIT it was obvious that TIT was 1) disturbed from a sound sleep, 2) was interrupted from a really fun party or 3) was just a typical antisocial character who managed to get into customer support to pay the bills and didn't really want to be there.
TIT actually called me a "security risk" because my nurse (nearly in tears) passed me the phone so I could talk to her. If TIT only realized that F. could save her life if needed, but now, F. is only waiting for the opportunity to run TIT over in the parking lot if she figures out who she is.
Hopefully, that won't happen on our shift. The boss would be slightly pissed.
Stay tuned for more (attempted) murder and mayhem tales...if only I were making them up!
Monday, June 22, 2009
Disturbances
It's crazy, hot and stormy around here. The humidity hits you like a wet blanket when you go outside and though, it seems like it will rain again, not even the weather people know when.
Just like the weather, we have crazy people on the unit...and it's mostly employees. Why some of them are like this immediately following vacation is beyond my comprehension. They just cannot come to work and do a job. No, they want sympathy, or any kind of attention really. It's really nerve-wracking. Hello, neurospsych...can you do an in-house consult?
Besides the crazy people, a lot of crazy things are happening with the non-neurotic people who we work with--car break-ins, house break-ins, deaths, and assaults. All this in the last two weeks could be another thing making the unit hot, besides the ever-questionable functioning of the air conditioner. If we only had water therapy!
The patients I've had were reasonably good lately. No muss, no fuss, not even from the one I expected the most trouble. With all my extra time, I'm finally finishing some of my "required learning" for the computerized in-services. I can only hope it will be as sedate the rest of the week.
And if it ain't crazy enough at work, I'm just amazed at the news lately.
Steve Jobs gets a liver transplant (from http://www.cbsnews.com/)
It's somewhat shocking in many regards, not just because of wealth or status. Should keep those medical ethicists busy for a while.
VA has a rogue cancer unit (from http://www.nytimes.com/)
If Sister Mary Martha, my kindergarten teacher would have seen this, she'd have gotten out that big pointer she used to use and would have a) whacked said doctor, then b) poked him really hard. If only someone at that VA would have!
Finally...keep those cards and letters rolling for Change of Shift here on 6/25. I have to tell you, I may just have a section called the "men's edition" because so many guys are sending in great stories. C'mon ladies, let's give the gentlemen a run for the money, shall we?
Stay tuned...more to come!
Just like the weather, we have crazy people on the unit...and it's mostly employees. Why some of them are like this immediately following vacation is beyond my comprehension. They just cannot come to work and do a job. No, they want sympathy, or any kind of attention really. It's really nerve-wracking. Hello, neurospsych...can you do an in-house consult?
Besides the crazy people, a lot of crazy things are happening with the non-neurotic people who we work with--car break-ins, house break-ins, deaths, and assaults. All this in the last two weeks could be another thing making the unit hot, besides the ever-questionable functioning of the air conditioner. If we only had water therapy!
The patients I've had were reasonably good lately. No muss, no fuss, not even from the one I expected the most trouble. With all my extra time, I'm finally finishing some of my "required learning" for the computerized in-services. I can only hope it will be as sedate the rest of the week.
And if it ain't crazy enough at work, I'm just amazed at the news lately.
Steve Jobs gets a liver transplant (from http://www.cbsnews.com/)
It's somewhat shocking in many regards, not just because of wealth or status. Should keep those medical ethicists busy for a while.
VA has a rogue cancer unit (from http://www.nytimes.com/)
If Sister Mary Martha, my kindergarten teacher would have seen this, she'd have gotten out that big pointer she used to use and would have a) whacked said doctor, then b) poked him really hard. If only someone at that VA would have!
Finally...keep those cards and letters rolling for Change of Shift here on 6/25. I have to tell you, I may just have a section called the "men's edition" because so many guys are sending in great stories. C'mon ladies, let's give the gentlemen a run for the money, shall we?
Stay tuned...more to come!
Sunday, December 21, 2008
So many posts...
...so little time. I can't believe 400 have flown by this fast! Whew.
Work is crazy lately, even though it's not the full moon this weekend. I am so tired. Not sure if it's the hours I'm keeping lately or the virus-of-the-month the doc tells me is going around. We have two people scheduled to go home tomorrow and three arrivals on Tuesday. (I'm so glad I'm off!)
More later...back to decorating before work.
Work is crazy lately, even though it's not the full moon this weekend. I am so tired. Not sure if it's the hours I'm keeping lately or the virus-of-the-month the doc tells me is going around. We have two people scheduled to go home tomorrow and three arrivals on Tuesday. (I'm so glad I'm off!)
More later...back to decorating before work.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Crazy, crazy day
I ran and ran again today, but at least, things were a little calmer than yesterday. Some people remembered that I helped them out a lot, so they helped me on a couple of things. It was nice. We had two call-ins, so the boss called one of our night people who was off and she came in pronto. I was happy because she took one of my assigned people, so I only had two patients and the med cart.
The Slug was in and she was slacking away as usual. She had to do one admission, but after that, when the boss left for his meeting, she took her 2 hour lunch while the rest of us scrambled to set up and/or feed our people who needed it. She does not get it that the time you take to run to X sandwich shop on your lunch hour is part of your lunch hour (which isn't really an hour--it's just 30 minutes).
Nope, she takes that time (anywhere from 15-30 minutes) and doesn't count it when she comes back and sits on her derriere. She started eating at 1215, and I ate my sandwich, and she didn't leave the lunch room until 1345. This did not include the time it took her to go get her lunch. This was just the time I observed. Management looks the other way.
Besides that, I just pray I work a shift that she doesn't because I get tired of these antics and all the "emergency" calls she gets. One of her callers actually sounded indignant today because I told him she was at lunch. "Well can't you just go get her?" "Well, no. I'm busy taking care of patients." I told him. (I was getting ready to give some meds and the secretary was at lunch. No one else was in sight.) I put the idiot on hold and I overhead paged her, even though I knew exactly where she was. I figured she needed the exercise to walk over to the phone, and I could go do something else.
I had my same two patients as yesterday. Mr. S. needed a new Foley (a special one at that--16 FR with 30cc balloon Coude) and I put it in as soon as it arrived on the unit. We change indwelling catheters once a month and then, per policy, we send a UA and C&S to the lab when we're done.
Mr. S. was supposed to get a loaner wheelchair so he could get up, but the PT couldn't get his configured right away because she was too busy. Mr. S. was very understanding, though. His neighbor, Mr. HIJ #1, who recently moved to this room since he got a special bed, was as demanding as ever, but I kept him relatively quiet. He wanted me to get him a soda, but he got distracted doing some crafts, so he didn't even worry about it.
I ran back and forth giving the meds on the last run, which at 1600 really isn't too bad. People were streaming in and out of the latest group meeting in our main gathering area, so I had to chase some of them. I got everything straightened up and passed on to C., who was taking my med cart. I got out of there as fast as my legs could carry me without running. P and I walked out the door as a camera crew was coming in to film a story. P. told me, "Stay here long enough and you'll be on TV, too! I've been on one show already. With those powder puffs, I felt like Oprah!"
Even though, it was gray and cloudy, it was good to escape. Off tomorrow and back to evenings on Thursday...stay tuned.
The Slug was in and she was slacking away as usual. She had to do one admission, but after that, when the boss left for his meeting, she took her 2 hour lunch while the rest of us scrambled to set up and/or feed our people who needed it. She does not get it that the time you take to run to X sandwich shop on your lunch hour is part of your lunch hour (which isn't really an hour--it's just 30 minutes).
Nope, she takes that time (anywhere from 15-30 minutes) and doesn't count it when she comes back and sits on her derriere. She started eating at 1215, and I ate my sandwich, and she didn't leave the lunch room until 1345. This did not include the time it took her to go get her lunch. This was just the time I observed. Management looks the other way.
Besides that, I just pray I work a shift that she doesn't because I get tired of these antics and all the "emergency" calls she gets. One of her callers actually sounded indignant today because I told him she was at lunch. "Well can't you just go get her?" "Well, no. I'm busy taking care of patients." I told him. (I was getting ready to give some meds and the secretary was at lunch. No one else was in sight.) I put the idiot on hold and I overhead paged her, even though I knew exactly where she was. I figured she needed the exercise to walk over to the phone, and I could go do something else.
I had my same two patients as yesterday. Mr. S. needed a new Foley (a special one at that--16 FR with 30cc balloon Coude) and I put it in as soon as it arrived on the unit. We change indwelling catheters once a month and then, per policy, we send a UA and C&S to the lab when we're done.
Mr. S. was supposed to get a loaner wheelchair so he could get up, but the PT couldn't get his configured right away because she was too busy. Mr. S. was very understanding, though. His neighbor, Mr. HIJ #1, who recently moved to this room since he got a special bed, was as demanding as ever, but I kept him relatively quiet. He wanted me to get him a soda, but he got distracted doing some crafts, so he didn't even worry about it.
I ran back and forth giving the meds on the last run, which at 1600 really isn't too bad. People were streaming in and out of the latest group meeting in our main gathering area, so I had to chase some of them. I got everything straightened up and passed on to C., who was taking my med cart. I got out of there as fast as my legs could carry me without running. P and I walked out the door as a camera crew was coming in to film a story. P. told me, "Stay here long enough and you'll be on TV, too! I've been on one show already. With those powder puffs, I felt like Oprah!"
Even though, it was gray and cloudy, it was good to escape. Off tomorrow and back to evenings on Thursday...stay tuned.
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