No half steppin'!

So according to my new pedometer, which some of you may already know about, I walked 18,664 steps from Saturday morning to Sunday night. Thats a total of 8.8 miles!!! Whoooo hoooo!!! And Saturday was slow!!! Im definitely addicted to it.

I was supposed to post Monday but wasn't feeling..."inspired". Not much happened last weekend. A few ghetto-fabulous patients, some "paper-cut" patients that swore they couldn't WALK, a run in with a co-worker who tested me to a point where my "pimp-hand" was itching to backslap them annnnnd an overactive bladder that got on my nerves from trying to get my daily intake of H2O in.

So yeah....pretty quiet weekend. LOL!

This weekend maybe I'll have some worthy stories to tell. It's time like these where I miss working in a level 1 trauma center where it was an everyday thing to encounter GSW's (gun shot wounds) and people getting their fingers sawed off by the deli slicer, buuuuuuut those days are gone and Im in a much more mild mannered facility.

Okay guys, nothing special going in the suitcase this weekend. Pretty much the same staples.

Wish me Luck!!!!!

In the meantime, see if you can figure out what this image is!! I'll have the answer posted Monday so check back...



HINT: It's magnified and actually closer to home than some exotic cave.

A visual adaptation of my weekends...

Saturday mornings start off simple and by the end of the night on Sunday, the end of the video is exactly how I feel.

Shoulder to cry....on?

Happy Mondayyyyy!!! :-) This weekend wasn't TOO bad. However, Sunday night around 7 or 8 o clock, my feet WERE screaming at me like, "sit down girl!!" But every time I thought things were kind of settling down, some kind of drama unfolded in the trauma. LoL!

If someone comes into the E.R with a dislocated shoulder, they are of course in a lot of pain. There is an x-ray ordered, the patient is sedated consciously, the shoulder is pushed back into place and another x-ray is taken to confirm proper placement and ta-daaaaa, throw on a sling and send you on your way.

Well.....one chic comes in the E.R in pain from a dislocated shoulder. X-ray taken, patient sedated and now its time for another x-ray. She proceeds to tell me that she's not ready for her x-ray because they haven't put it back in place yet. I look at the order which says: Post-Reduction (meaning, uhhh yes they have). I check with the PA and he says yes we have. I turn to her and she is clearly upset because she says no one came in to even touch her yet.

After the PA explains to her that they sedated her and put it back in, she begins to cry, causing a scene. She starts yelling, "this is too weird!! No one has even touched me!! I never went to sleep!! I've been sitting here the whole time!!"

By this time a nurse has come over to try to calm her down. She explained to her that she was sedated but not really sleep, just "sleepy." She cried the whole time she was getting her x-ray done and I was like, geesh just be happy its over and you didn't feel them do it.

Dah well, all in a weekends work.

Friday Night Blues

Its Friday and honestly my blues isn't as bad as usual. I think my upcoming big trip in June is keeping my spirits up on Fridays. And this Papa Johns pizza and wings im eating tonight is probably helping a little bit too. Watching Lakawanna blues is putting me in a cool mood, too. Good movie.

Suitcase includes:

Turkey Sandwich
Lactaid
Oreo golden cookies
Leftovers: yellow rice and corn
More coffee ice cream
Peanut butter jelly sandwich
Laptop
school papers (got a paper due Monday and uhhh guess i should start)
vitamins & Allegra

My coworker who had off last weekend is back this weekend so it should go pretty smooth now. We'll see if I have any stories for ya this weekend. Stay tuned...

T.G.I.M

Here's my theory about Sunday nights in the E.R:

Scenario #1:

Those who have long boring board meetings first thing Monday morning come in with some kind of "back pain" or other "muscle pain" so that they can get some muscle relaxants. These will ensure that they cannot drive or operate any heavy machinery (i.e car). Thereby causing them to call into work Monday morning letting their boss, HR or some random employee that answers the phone know that they cannot make it in to work today. "Doctors orders"

Scenario #2:

Little Johnny is anywhere from 5-15 years old and is tired of being picked on at school by the bully. So he comes in with a "tummy ache"that turns out to be just a colon full of gas that could be eliminated with a nice loaded chili dog. But of course he milks it to the last drop of the teet and tells mom and/or dad he's just not well enough for school Monday morning.

Multiply those two scenarios by about....40, and there was the bulk of my weekend patients.

Now there WERE however, some of those that really needed to be there. Like the motorcycle accident with road rash at every bendable joint and skin chunks sliding around on the x-ray table.

Or the guy who de-gloved his forearm in an ATV accident. Those of you not familiar with "de-gloving", just imagine if your skin WAS the glove. Nastaayyy!!!

And do you ever work with a coworker who actually makes your job harder? You begin to ride a thin line of bipolarism. Trying to go from being pissed off at your co-worker to being compassionate to your patient.

All in a 32-hour work weekend!!

Phew!

Friday Night Blues

So most of you are buzzing right about now on a friday night. Gotten off of work, maybe took part a little happy hour...okay maybe a lot of happy hour. Then you drove home.......yeah and uhhhh...did your texting, tweeting and calling about where you're going to be meeting and bar hopping, who's gonna be there and what you're going to be wearing beCAUSE of who's going to be there.

Yeah, not me. I, on the other hand am having Friday night blues. Gotta get up at 6am, be to work at 7am, stay until 11pm, come home and do my nightly routine of washing my face, brushing my teeth, etc., trying to be in bed by 1130 so that I can get back up at 6am, be to work at 7am stay until 11pm and drag my tired butt back home.

So what I do to buffer my weekend with spurts of happiness from home is pack a small suitcase (yes, I said suitcase) with goodies and magazines, books and of course my laptop. So this friday I have stocked my suitcase with:

Peanut butter jelly sandwich
Turkey breast/lettuce/tomato sandwich
Swiss cake rolls
Marie Callender's Home-Style Creations (classic stroganoff)
Chicken of the Sea Tuna Cup (my 10am snack)
Peanut butter cookies
Lactaid (I am intolerant :-)
Haagen Daaz coffee ice cream (I have a weakness)
Water bottle (Diamond Springs fountain at work)
Lemon juice (for my H20, good for the kidneys)
Laptop
Book: Ellen Burstyn autobiography
Local magazine

Phew! I think that's it. So now its time for me to relax and find something interesting on T.V and wait for some random friends to drunk text me at 1am talking about, "Where you at, girl?!" "What you doing tonight?!"