Showing posts with label injections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label injections. Show all posts

Saturday, July 5, 2014

In the news

Since I'm taking a break, I thought I'd have a look at the latest health news.

Here are a few that caught my eye. Hope you enjoy.

What not to say (from www.cnn.com)
Um, yes, some things really ARE important enough to not be busy for, Mr. Professional Basketball Player. Cancer doesn't give a rat's (fill in your favorite anatomical part) who you are.

A hypoglycemia dilemma (from www.nytimes.com)
This interested me, because I often feel hypoglycemic. Think you can figure out this dilemma? Check it out.

A different type of dilemma if you have back pain (from webmd.com)
Steroid injections may help some folks with back pain...or not. Read more here to learn more about a recent study.

Just another reason (also webmd.com)
Please be careful with supplements! Bee pollen for weight loss could cause other potentially life-threatening conditions, even if it sounds like a good solution for you.

If it sounds too good to be true, it probably is.

Happy weekend all!

Monday, March 5, 2012

The week begins...

I love graduate school when I have a group project due on Monday. It just gives that air of despair to your day knowing you're working at work when you could be cleaning up your project and getting a good grade.

Anywho...work can be fun, if you let it. Lots of oddball things going on.

First, Mr. Motorcycle came in to see some people. Then he asked me if the social workers might know where he can get his fishing license (yes, the day after this starts). I know, I'm thinking, "Yeah, if I were a patient, I'd ask the first nurse I saw how to get a fishing license." I passed this ball to my interdisciplinary team member, Mark, the recreation therapist. (The social worker has too much to do right now).

Yes, the unit's still shaken by the antics of the psychotic patients. My favorite one is the patient (schizophrenic) who truly believes his wife is here to pick him up and take him to their home. You guessed it. Mr. Xyz hasn't had his own home in years. Maybe it's time for some more of this injection right about now.

Our other resident with similar psychiatric issues won this handy, dandy drug. He still thinks we're all out to get him, but maybe with the rest of his cocktail, he'll level off soon.

And if that wasn't the icing on the cake, I somehow shorted my iron. Yes, I know, ironing is so old fashioned, but I appreciate the therapeutic benefits of ironing (repetition, steam, accomplishment). Now I'll have to stop by a real store (or look online) for a fancy one. 

It's never a dull moment here, so stay tuned...