I usually don't have a lot of meetings at the end of the week, but this week was unusual.
One meeting was short and sweet. The doc took notes, assigned the tasks, and away it went. Elapsed time: 20 minutes.
The next one, the token MD at our other hospital, Washington, decided to hijack a pressure ulcer prevention meeting by talking about getting all of our patients these items and getting "some good publicity finally." in the local media.
Ahem, the dander was standing on my neck. The dander was standing up on almost everyone else's neck. I told the doc (since I was only a meeting interloper anyway), "It may not be appropriate for everyone. Come on down to Madison. We can show you this exoskeleton in person (assuming one of our patients is in a trial)."
What I really wanted to say (and everyone else did, too, but didn't) was STFU. Hijacking the meeting for purposes other than what you're supposed to be there for is decidedly rude.
Happily, I did get to escape for a bit. Bubba had one of these ceremonies today at school. I just wish I could have stayed for the cookies afterward.
TGIF all! Enjoy your weekend (long for some of you) wherever you are.
Showing posts with label rudeness. Show all posts
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Friday, January 17, 2014
Saturday, June 22, 2013
Dear idiot on the Starbucks parking lot
Hey!
Don't know if you and the girlfriend noticed today, but it's hot.
Since I got into the parking lot BEFORE you, I indicated my choice of spot by doing a very normal thing: turning on my blinker, stopping, then putting the car in reverse to back into the shady, available spot.
Yes, I did see you in my mirror, but only because you sped up behind me as soon as I put the car in reverse.
Guess what? I'm first so I win. I will get my parking spot. Please drive around. I'm not moving until you do. You have plenty of room.
Too bad you have to find another that's not in the shade. I have folks who don't tolerate the heat well with me today (I'm on a respite trip to Starbucks, anyway.) and I got here first.
Sorry Charlie. Maybe you'll just have to spend extra and buy her an iced, cold Frappuccino.
Sincerely not,
RehabRN
Don't know if you and the girlfriend noticed today, but it's hot.
Since I got into the parking lot BEFORE you, I indicated my choice of spot by doing a very normal thing: turning on my blinker, stopping, then putting the car in reverse to back into the shady, available spot.
Yes, I did see you in my mirror, but only because you sped up behind me as soon as I put the car in reverse.
Guess what? I'm first so I win. I will get my parking spot. Please drive around. I'm not moving until you do. You have plenty of room.
Too bad you have to find another that's not in the shade. I have folks who don't tolerate the heat well with me today (I'm on a respite trip to Starbucks, anyway.) and I got here first.
Sorry Charlie. Maybe you'll just have to spend extra and buy her an iced, cold Frappuccino.
Sincerely not,
RehabRN
Friday, January 14, 2011
How to perturb patients
These are just a few things I've picked up here in the SU.
1. Leave them in the waiting area forever. Yes, yo-yo unit secretary, once they're checked in, you do need to call me or get me so I get them moving. I do have a lot more to do than read my e-mails and paint my nails (caught said secretary at that the other day).
2. Don't give them xx med. Oh, I told Dr. P. we need a sign outside that says, "If you want any of these, go away." and list Vicodin, Oxycontin, and every other short-acting opioid, and abusable drug on that list.
My favorite patient today had a pain level of 10/10, told me he really needed morphine and only morphine, since methadone, "just dehydrated me." then danced down the hall once his session was over at the chiropractor next door. Hmm....
3. I don't do this one, but Dr. P. gets the pleasure of sending out the "since you skipped your scheduled appointment, you violated your opioid agreement, so we're cutting you off." This usually means I get to schedule them for an "appointment" (with the good ol' urine drug screen) and they get a follow-up. Some people think the agreement isn't enforceable. Think again, kiddies.
4. Our secretary contributes to this one yet again...improper scheduling or omissions, or my personal favorite, requesting a time on one day, then scheduling patients on another day. On top of it, she can be rude. One of these days, I'll straighten it all out.
So glad this week is over! Enjoy your weekend, wherever you are.
1. Leave them in the waiting area forever. Yes, yo-yo unit secretary, once they're checked in, you do need to call me or get me so I get them moving. I do have a lot more to do than read my e-mails and paint my nails (caught said secretary at that the other day).
2. Don't give them xx med. Oh, I told Dr. P. we need a sign outside that says, "If you want any of these, go away." and list Vicodin, Oxycontin, and every other short-acting opioid, and abusable drug on that list.
My favorite patient today had a pain level of 10/10, told me he really needed morphine and only morphine, since methadone, "just dehydrated me." then danced down the hall once his session was over at the chiropractor next door. Hmm....
3. I don't do this one, but Dr. P. gets the pleasure of sending out the "since you skipped your scheduled appointment, you violated your opioid agreement, so we're cutting you off." This usually means I get to schedule them for an "appointment" (with the good ol' urine drug screen) and they get a follow-up. Some people think the agreement isn't enforceable. Think again, kiddies.
4. Our secretary contributes to this one yet again...improper scheduling or omissions, or my personal favorite, requesting a time on one day, then scheduling patients on another day. On top of it, she can be rude. One of these days, I'll straighten it all out.
So glad this week is over! Enjoy your weekend, wherever you are.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Back in the saddle again...
So glad my favorite charge nurse is coming back. I had more than my share of excitement recently after I ran off the plane to get to work.
First, I had to deal with the family from Hell. Entitlement Trio (ET for short...which is quite a generous moniker) played the ugly American tourists at home. After standing around at the airport awaiting the shuttle to my car, I secretly wished these people would have been kidnapped by narcoterrorists. It's couldn't have happened to nicer people. These people even lived near the Hotel where I work, which also irritated me, as most of my neighbors have been socialized to be more polite.
The ET bumped into people with their enormous amount of luggage, and they proceeded to bitch at every single shuttle driver who came by because they wanted their shuttle right now. One shuttle driver actually called the office to get not one but two shuttles to come to pick up the mass of humanity now at our terminal door waiting.
Of course, after their whining display, ET boarded the shuttle first and ET daughter proceeded to check her e-mail. Mother and daughter b*&tched the entire way to the next terminal, where the driver had to stop to see if he had any other pickups. Father was absolutely silent. Daughter was loud and obnoxious in her comments when he did stop which irritated me even more. The man was just doing his job.
Once we arrived at the parking lot, ET wanted to be dropped off first and as luck would have it, they were in the closest row. Driver pulled right up to their car and they jumped off without even a thank you or even a tip for helping them get their bags off the van.
Finally, the driver got the rest of us off the van (we were all parked within two rows of each other). I was the last one off. I thanked the driver, an elderly gentleman, for being so nice to everyone, especially the ET group. I also gave him a good tip, since no one else bothered. I love leaving, but wish that some people would be grateful to come back once in a while.
After flying down the highway, and avoiding the usual speed traps, I was early and I went home and kissed Dahey and Bubba and scratched WildDog behind the ears. I gave Bubba his souvenirs, which he paraded around the house (a t-shirt, a hat and a special commemorative medallion). I got dressed, made coffee and headed to work.
Stay tuned!
First, I had to deal with the family from Hell. Entitlement Trio (ET for short...which is quite a generous moniker) played the ugly American tourists at home. After standing around at the airport awaiting the shuttle to my car, I secretly wished these people would have been kidnapped by narcoterrorists. It's couldn't have happened to nicer people. These people even lived near the Hotel where I work, which also irritated me, as most of my neighbors have been socialized to be more polite.
The ET bumped into people with their enormous amount of luggage, and they proceeded to bitch at every single shuttle driver who came by because they wanted their shuttle right now. One shuttle driver actually called the office to get not one but two shuttles to come to pick up the mass of humanity now at our terminal door waiting.
Of course, after their whining display, ET boarded the shuttle first and ET daughter proceeded to check her e-mail. Mother and daughter b*&tched the entire way to the next terminal, where the driver had to stop to see if he had any other pickups. Father was absolutely silent. Daughter was loud and obnoxious in her comments when he did stop which irritated me even more. The man was just doing his job.
Once we arrived at the parking lot, ET wanted to be dropped off first and as luck would have it, they were in the closest row. Driver pulled right up to their car and they jumped off without even a thank you or even a tip for helping them get their bags off the van.
Finally, the driver got the rest of us off the van (we were all parked within two rows of each other). I was the last one off. I thanked the driver, an elderly gentleman, for being so nice to everyone, especially the ET group. I also gave him a good tip, since no one else bothered. I love leaving, but wish that some people would be grateful to come back once in a while.
After flying down the highway, and avoiding the usual speed traps, I was early and I went home and kissed Dahey and Bubba and scratched WildDog behind the ears. I gave Bubba his souvenirs, which he paraded around the house (a t-shirt, a hat and a special commemorative medallion). I got dressed, made coffee and headed to work.
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!
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Not so late
Thankfully, everyone showed up for the night crew. I was warned in advance because as a rule, the charge nurse must stay over if anyone is missing from this shift. Since our charge had already volunteered to work as the fourth person, if someone called in, I'd have to stay. (We have other people who could, but usually they decline or have already left by the end of shift...which is a whole other story). Alas, this did not come to pass.
I found out from Dahey that his uncle passed away in another state. He debated going to the wake today, but was not up to driving 10 hours total in order to get back in time for work. With a kindergartener in the car, this is a LONG trip! One of these days, we'll have to get a portable DVD player, but since our car trips have been few and far between, we don't need one yet.
I ended up with three patients, administering the IVPBs and I picked up another patient until midnight when our 12 hour LPN went home at 2000. Everyone was pretty good, but Mr. R. was needy again. His O2 sats were good, but I think he's finally realizing the gravity of his situation and grasping for straws. He was fairly reasonable, but would complain that "you keep escaping." even when I'd tell him a ballpark amount of time that I'd be gone to work with the IVs and the other patients. Most likely, he will leave us to be closer to his family this week, but that remains to be seen. Nursing homes have a habit of losing spots for some of our people. Hopefully it helps that the first of the month is Wednesday.
My other patients were good. I got one of Mr. R.'s other roommates, and he is a delight. He's no trouble at all. I fed him and got his bowel program going and then I cleaned up and got Mr. R's dinner ready. (He was tired and didn't want to eat right away.) Mr. AB #1 was my other patient and he was relatively quiet, too, which was nice. He's hoping to get sent back west once he gets the clearance from the surgeon, since his family is all out that way. Happily, I had help watching the IVs, since K the LPN and our charge M., turned off some when I couldn't get to them.
Bubba and Dahey went to the pumpkin patch today with C. and C. We'll go to my friend's house a little later so Bubba can see her kids and get ready to visit on Friday, when he'll spend his first night away from home without Mom and Dad. It should be interesting!
More later.
I found out from Dahey that his uncle passed away in another state. He debated going to the wake today, but was not up to driving 10 hours total in order to get back in time for work. With a kindergartener in the car, this is a LONG trip! One of these days, we'll have to get a portable DVD player, but since our car trips have been few and far between, we don't need one yet.
I ended up with three patients, administering the IVPBs and I picked up another patient until midnight when our 12 hour LPN went home at 2000. Everyone was pretty good, but Mr. R. was needy again. His O2 sats were good, but I think he's finally realizing the gravity of his situation and grasping for straws. He was fairly reasonable, but would complain that "you keep escaping." even when I'd tell him a ballpark amount of time that I'd be gone to work with the IVs and the other patients. Most likely, he will leave us to be closer to his family this week, but that remains to be seen. Nursing homes have a habit of losing spots for some of our people. Hopefully it helps that the first of the month is Wednesday.
My other patients were good. I got one of Mr. R.'s other roommates, and he is a delight. He's no trouble at all. I fed him and got his bowel program going and then I cleaned up and got Mr. R's dinner ready. (He was tired and didn't want to eat right away.) Mr. AB #1 was my other patient and he was relatively quiet, too, which was nice. He's hoping to get sent back west once he gets the clearance from the surgeon, since his family is all out that way. Happily, I had help watching the IVs, since K the LPN and our charge M., turned off some when I couldn't get to them.
Bubba and Dahey went to the pumpkin patch today with C. and C. We'll go to my friend's house a little later so Bubba can see her kids and get ready to visit on Friday, when he'll spend his first night away from home without Mom and Dad. It should be interesting!
More later.
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