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Well, for one thing, it started early. At 9:45AM (which is about 15 minutes after I wake up) I get a call asking me to come in at 11. I said no. But the flaky HR secretary managed to convince me to come in at 1. Fine. But what she negelected to tell me, was that while I was coming in early to help out a short staffed day shift, no one was coming in to help the short staffed night shift. Surprise Matt! You're working the floor alone! I was overcome with joy. So I had old people falling, and doctors pestering me and everyone asking why they were getting their medication so early/late (depending on where they were in the hallway) I was well and truly exhausted by the end of the night and even clocked out (gasp!) 6 minutes early. Which in real time is only one minute early. The time clock is seven minutes slow. But that's a whole other story.
Three new patients.
All arriving within the same hour.
Admissions suck. They take forever, and you have to get doctors to call you. And you generally have to spend a lot of time you don't really have getting the person settled in. Fortunatley, I managed to get the day shift manager to do one and my supervisor to do one, thus leaving one for me. It was still a pain in the butt. I did end up having to write out two sets of admission orders and med records.
There were come good parts. I actually got to take a break today unlike two other days this week. Paul, the cute pharmacist was reviewing charts while I was filling out paper work for the new admissions. Paul comes about once a month, usually on day shift. He's very pretty. I really look forward to his visits.
There was more good news. The 44 year old, 280lb, retarded quadraplegic with the tracheostomy, the feeding tube, and a nasty infection of resistant staph was admitte to the hospital. I was positively giddy. Though I did get a call from his doctor around 9:30pm wanting to know how he was doing. Apparently the hospital had negelcted to inform the man's DOCTOR that he was admitted to their facility. I'm forced to wonder how they were able to do anything for him without getting orders from his physician. Whatever.
All arriving within the same hour.
Admissions suck. They take forever, and you have to get doctors to call you. And you generally have to spend a lot of time you don't really have getting the person settled in. Fortunatley, I managed to get the day shift manager to do one and my supervisor to do one, thus leaving one for me. It was still a pain in the butt. I did end up having to write out two sets of admission orders and med records.
There were come good parts. I actually got to take a break today unlike two other days this week. Paul, the cute pharmacist was reviewing charts while I was filling out paper work for the new admissions. Paul comes about once a month, usually on day shift. He's very pretty. I really look forward to his visits.
There was more good news. The 44 year old, 280lb, retarded quadraplegic with the tracheostomy, the feeding tube, and a nasty infection of resistant staph was admitte to the hospital. I was positively giddy. Though I did get a call from his doctor around 9:30pm wanting to know how he was doing. Apparently the hospital had negelcted to inform the man's DOCTOR that he was admitted to their facility. I'm forced to wonder how they were able to do anything for him without getting orders from his physician. Whatever.
I woke up pretty early. Around 7 I think. I couldn't get my glasses on in my mad dash to the bathroom. I know there's something I shouldn't have eaten yesterday. I just don't know what it was.
Did you ever have one of those days when you woke up earlier than usual feeling fairly well-rested but went back to bed anyway only to wake a few hours later feeling exhuasted? That's what I did. It was around 9 when Karen woke me telling me she had a doctor's appointment. In New Brunswick. In an hour and a half. Information I would've been better off knowing yesterday. So off I went unshowered, wearing my Lexa Doig as Rommie T-shirt and my Andromeda cap to cover my messy hair.
On the way there, I thought about the time my friend, Tom called me at midnight on a sunday to ask me to come pick him up in Allentwon, Pa (I was living in Jersey at the time) and take him home. I spent the entire ride and several days afterwards not speaking to him. I think I handled this much better this time.
I also thought a lot about the Suburban that's for sale for "best offer" just down the road from my parents.
On the way back, we stopped at bagelsmith where I had an inadvertant hetero moment. The clerk had never seen Andromeda, but decided he would have to check it out because Lexa Doig is hot. So I won another convert to Andromeda. Too bad the show sucks now. Whatever
Did you ever have one of those days when you woke up earlier than usual feeling fairly well-rested but went back to bed anyway only to wake a few hours later feeling exhuasted? That's what I did. It was around 9 when Karen woke me telling me she had a doctor's appointment. In New Brunswick. In an hour and a half. Information I would've been better off knowing yesterday. So off I went unshowered, wearing my Lexa Doig as Rommie T-shirt and my Andromeda cap to cover my messy hair.
On the way there, I thought about the time my friend, Tom called me at midnight on a sunday to ask me to come pick him up in Allentwon, Pa (I was living in Jersey at the time) and take him home. I spent the entire ride and several days afterwards not speaking to him. I think I handled this much better this time.
I also thought a lot about the Suburban that's for sale for "best offer" just down the road from my parents.
On the way back, we stopped at bagelsmith where I had an inadvertant hetero moment. The clerk had never seen Andromeda, but decided he would have to check it out because Lexa Doig is hot. So I won another convert to Andromeda. Too bad the show sucks now. Whatever
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