Critter patrol

I found some unwelcome peanuts in an unusual spot in an overhead cabinet in my office. Now I know why that mouse was climbing over my desk? To get to the Shangri-La of peanuts which was right behind all of my nursing books.

Curses! Did a lot of that (to myself) and got the Saniwipes out again to purge my desk of mouse droppings.

The construction outside continues and so does the cold.

It's making for some very interesting sights at the Hotel.

Santa, please make sure we don't end up on the news. And please, keep your reindeer outside on the roof. The regular deer might pay attention.

Stay tuned...

Twas the night before Christmas

An oldie but goodie I rediscovered here. Enjoy!

twas the night before christmas -a nursing version

twas the night before christmas, and all through the floor
lasix was given, filling foleys galore.
stockings were worn to prevent emboli,
they came in two sizes, knee and thigh high.

the patients were nestled half-@$$ed in their beds,
while visions of stool softeners danced in their heads.
we in our scrubs, and they in their gowns,
fashion created to hide extra pounds.

when down in the er it became such a zoo,
they called with admissions for me and you.
they're coming, they're going, and they're all looking the same.
my patience for patients is starting to wane.

now call lights are ringing, the patient 400 pounds,
says "didnt get my pericare, send my nurse now".
and now delegation seems the best plan,
we try to send others, for the needs of this man.

when what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but santa himself and 8 tiny reindeer.
hey says he comes from central supply.
to bring us lr, ns, & d5.

the doctors then scribbled what no one could read.
orders on patients, to measure their pee.
we try to decipher illegible words,
orders for patients, to guaiac their turds.

the new shift arriving, our day is now through,
how did stool & emesis get in my shoe?
we give them report and pass on the facts,
and tell them of duoderm lining the cracks.

and the nurses exclaim as they limp out of sight,
"ativan to all, and to all a good night".

Seasons Greeterings

 As Homer used to say, here's the latest and greatest.



The Christmas Meme from Sunday Stealing.


1.The Christmas song I can listen to even in June is...
Go tell it on the Mountain

2.Hot Chocolate, Egg Nog or Mulled wine?
Mostly hot chocolate.

3.When do you put your decorations up?
Usually by December 15 (it depends).

4. What are you having for Christmas dinner?
Ham. Always.

5.What is your favorite Christmas tradition?
I get up early, make a big breakfast after filming Bubba opening all his gifts.

6. Have you ever gone Carol singing?
Yes, a very LONG time ago.

7. When did you learn the truth about Santa?
I was about 8 or 9 years old.

8. How do you decorate your Christmas tree?
Very simply.

9. What's the best thing about Christmas?
After my birthday, the end of the year, seeing friends and family you haven't seen much during the year.

10. All I want for Christmas is... to be happy and healthy enough to celebrate with family and friends.

All I want for Christmas...

Is a new boss...again this year. So here's the letter I'd write if I could.

Dear Santa:

This request is getting really old, not just for me, but for everyone else. It's so bad that people are quitting or retiring in the interim.

If a new boss is too much, I'd be happy to take a new job or department reorganization for the new year.

Whatever fits in the bag easier for you.

Sincerely, your favorite nurse ('cause I'd fix Rudolph's shiny nose if you asked),

RehabRN

Merry Christmas to me

No it's not a mistake. I still have the Christmas tree in my office, but it is put away. I put away a lot of stuff in the office, since I got my Christmas wishes fulfilled recently. The office that's as old as some of my Generation X coworkers, finally is getting painted. Yes, some of the retirement age painters at the Hotel remember painting offices that "Government Beige" (their words about the color of my office) color in their early careers.

So Rex and Mike, the two former occupants of my office space will be invited to a "officewarming party" as soon as the painters are done.

On top of that, I also got some equipment I need for another project. We have a support person in our area who deserves a medal for what she does. Suzy has been around forever, and really does know where everything is. Thanks to her and a lovely lady in another area named Rose, I got my supplies. I've been trying to get them since I started my work in the SU months ago.

Thank you Santa. It's all just what I wanted...even if it's late. Those elves are the best!

More to come...

There really is a Santa Claus

1. Congress passed a budget extension. Guess they were afraid of what might happen on Christmas morning. (or Hanukkah, which is even closer, or Kwanzaa...pick your day).

2. Some people don't just go out and give in the traditional ways. They drop in from no where and make it happen.

3. Even if you can't give a lot, you can make a difference.

To top it off,  my group won the Hotel holiday decorating contest with a wild idea from up north. Yes, sirree!

Mr. Marine, you've got it right, it is a Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, and a Maximus Festivus here in RehabLand.

A dad and lad kind of day

I'm so happy that I didn't have to do much. Dahey took Bubba to the dentist (two baby teeth are finally ready to come out...very close) and both of us went this afternoon to our regular dentist Mitch, who I've seen since 1980-something. It's been so long, I've forgotten how long.

Bubba shrieked and ran into the room a minute ago, when he saw the football game (the last game on Tuesday night was in 1946 BTW). What might do that? A crazed mascot? A crazed Philly fan flinging frozen TastyKakes on the field? Nope...it was Santa.

And here you thought the blizzard of 2010 only delayed flights. Apparently, Santa was delayed, too. Dad and lad are all snuggled on the couch, watching the game.

Stay tuned...momma gets a day all to herself tomorrow.