If it's time to celebrate an anniversary...

It's time for bedlam and mayhem here in the RehabRN household. Why, you ask? Let me count the ways...

On anniversary #1, Dahey and I had a wonderful hotel stay planned. On our way to the restaurant, we got locked in the parking garage. While we were at Chez Fancy, we got a call that WildDog was throwing up. (Crazy aunt left chocolates unattended while at church)

On anniversary #2, we got someone else's hotel room during that hotel stay. We got a new room on the side of the hotel where all the ambulances would speed by on their way to World Renown medical center.

On anniversary #3, while Bubba was a baby, and Dahey was returning from a TDY job out west, our sewer backed up in our basement. (Cause: random rug in storm sewer main.)

Frankly, I stopped counting after the first three. However, this year, since our celebration was delayed, obviously the mayhem was on hold until we celebrated at Old Restored Building's swanky restaurant. Before we went in, my best friend called to tell me her 40 something year old husband was weak Friday, but now could not walk, so what should she do. This nurse told her (and hubby) to get to the hospital pronto. She couldn't get him in her car, so she called an ambulance to take him and his interesting medical history to the nearest Saintarama hospital (where he normally goes). He's still there, awaiting a diagnosis as to why he cannot move his arms and legs. He passed all the usual guesses yesterday. Neuro hopefully will solve the mystery today.

And while I was savoring a delightful pot de creme, my brother Jethro, decided to call to tell me he was locked out of his apartment. He has a keypad to get in, but no key, and the batteries for the keypad were dead. Since there is no maintenance on site, I had to go over and provide my credit card so the locksmith could unlock his door.

Time to unlock: about 7 seconds. Cost $75. It took him longer to walk to the apartment than to unlock the door and run my credit card.

Alas, no matter when we celebrate, it's always something.  Thankfully, Dahey puts up with it.  Happy Anniversary.

Some luck

One of our doctors is doing a case review for the Hotel peer review group. He/she worked all weekend gathering information, which included printing some records. Since this was done remotely, it doesn't necessarily print in the right spot. Happily, I managed to figure out where they went and get them to him/her. Some luck!

A friend of one of my relatives just had an adorable baby boy with a cleft palate and other issues. The friend did everything right and still had this happen.

The weatherman says we'll have a warm, breezy day as we just start to see tree pollen on the weather reports. I hope Bubba has lots of luck with his allergy medicine. It won't be pretty otherwise.

Stay tuned...

Happiness abounds...

When you get lucky and some people actually want to work overtime. I was aghast when Madame Butterfly, one of our night shift nurses, called in sick. She left me in a lurch until another nurse (who wanted our rare OT) came in so I could go home.

Yes, I am a happy camper!