Friday, January 12, 2007
Gastro SUCKS Current mood: crappy Category: Jobs, Work, Careers
OK, so if you get sick easily, you might not want to read this. It isn't all the details, but it sure it is enough if you have a weak tummy.
I am sick as hell. Yesterday I puked at work-- in the fricking vent room. When I left the hospital I couldn't even get further than the Mitchell lot and then I had to pull over and puke more. I felt so out of it that Aaron had to leave work early and pick me up and take me home. We didn't get that far. We went to the VA hospital so I could use their bathroom (more puking...) and by then when I saw myself in the mirror I KNEW something was wrong. We went to U of M ER. Tacoma was my nurse. =) Thank God! By this point Aaron was holding me up because I was staggering. I could barely talk, it was bad. I was in so much pain from my stomach. It was bad. They triaged me and I got right in to Tacoma. I am SO lucky she was there. But at one point I stood up, and there went all the water I drank from the ER bathroom sink. Bastard clerks wouldn't give me any water, so I took care of it myself. I was so dehydrated- I kept telling the triage nurse I was going to die. Needless to say, I got a 3 liter bolus- and only peed 250cc!!!! Good LORD. I was scared. All I could think about was the kids at work with renal problems, and hoped that my output wouldn't get so bad and my kidneys would get so dry that I would have problems from it. I remember I kept asking Tacoma "How come I am on my second liter and I still don't have to pee?" I had ketones in my urine if that tells you anything... and no I am not diabetic.
When it was all over, Tacoma said that when she saw me she got nervous, because I looked really bad. I barely walking into the ER. I just remember starting to open my eyes all the way for the first time in hours when the first liter was almost all the way in. I know it sounds silly to go to the ER for gastro as an adult, but I seriously couldn't even keep water down. Now I know what it is like to be the patient- it sucks. Sorry to those of you reading this what are not in the medical field... but this is an experience I had to blog about!!!
So the moral of the story is- WASH YOUR FREAKING HANDS. And don't scoff at the contact precautions signs on patient's doors with gastro. If you don't take it seriously it just might bite you on the ass. I don't know how I got it, I was my hands religiously. I am not better yet either. I am taking zofran every 4 hours (an anti-nausea medicine, which I think I should take soon, I just ate my first real food since yesterday afternoon and I am not feeling too hot...) and feel like I am overdoing it if I walk the whole length of the apartment. This sucks!!!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Best of MySpace Blogs #5
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
I am officially a grown-up. Current mood: tired and at work!!! Category: tired and at work!!! Life
Yeah, I know. I am 26, I am a grown up. Duh, no big news there. However I don't always feel like a grown up. I would just like to point out what has made me realize it this time.
In the past, things that would make me excited at Christmas were things like makeup, cd's, etc. Granted those things are still very cool to get, but the things that made me the most excited this year were not quite those things this year. This year it was bed sheets, kitchen knife block and (best of ALL!!!) a toaster!! Weird, huh? Last night Aaron and I made a peice of toast, just because we could. We are such losers. LOL. Didn't realize it until I didn't have one, but toasters are important. If you have your own place and no toaster, it just feels like you're camping. Once I even microwaved a toaster streudel because I wanted one. LOL what a loser!!! It was only 3 months without one, but lemme tell ya, I felt it. You'd think I would just go buy one, but we would pretty much always forget about it until we wanted a bagel or something like that.
Hope everyone had a great Christmas!! Best wishes for a very Happy and Safe New Year!
I am officially a grown-up. Current mood: tired and at work!!! Category: tired and at work!!! Life
Yeah, I know. I am 26, I am a grown up. Duh, no big news there. However I don't always feel like a grown up. I would just like to point out what has made me realize it this time.
In the past, things that would make me excited at Christmas were things like makeup, cd's, etc. Granted those things are still very cool to get, but the things that made me the most excited this year were not quite those things this year. This year it was bed sheets, kitchen knife block and (best of ALL!!!) a toaster!! Weird, huh? Last night Aaron and I made a peice of toast, just because we could. We are such losers. LOL. Didn't realize it until I didn't have one, but toasters are important. If you have your own place and no toaster, it just feels like you're camping. Once I even microwaved a toaster streudel because I wanted one. LOL what a loser!!! It was only 3 months without one, but lemme tell ya, I felt it. You'd think I would just go buy one, but we would pretty much always forget about it until we wanted a bagel or something like that.
Hope everyone had a great Christmas!! Best wishes for a very Happy and Safe New Year!
Best of MySpace Blogs #4
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Random Thoughts Category: Life
Hello, there are several things I wanted to blog about, but if I did a blog for it on it's own, it would be about 2 sentences. So I am going to smoosh all those random little bits of info into one and call it a blog. Hope it doesn't put you to sleep, you have been warned!
Last week Bear pooped 4 quarters. Seriously. All at once. My dog shits money? Should I start collecting this? LOL PS- we threw the quarters away. You couldn't pay me enough to wash those things and spend them. The thought that they were inside his whole intestinal tract grosses me out.
Planning a wedding is stressful. It makes me sad because there are people I wish I could invite and I can't because I can't afford it. So if I didn't invite you sorry, it wasn't personal! We are poor. =( But chances are, if you think to yourself, Awww, I wasn't invited, then you are one of the people I am talking about and I wish you could be there with me. =( Being poor sucks.
I am getting close to another kid at work. He is the funniest kid ever and seeing him get better is just amazing. He has impoved SO MUCH since I met him. Kids like him are the reason I LOVE my job. They get better and go home and do kid things, laying in a hospital bed is not a kid thing.
I keep having really vivid dreams. Every night when I go to sleep it is more like I am at a movie, not sleeping. Then I wake up and think, "what in the hell was that?" and then I fall back asleep and have another one. Weird. Is this a pre-wedding stress thing? Or a I-need-a-vacation thing?
I am going to have a whole new family next month. My last name is going to change. Weird. I am SUPER excited, but it is weird. I can't wait to be Aaron's wife. I think that people either don't get the permanence of marriage, or they go into it with the perspective of "well if I can change my mind I can always get a divorce," or something. The thought of this being me permanently changing my life and promising to be with this one person forever is awesome, and sometimes I go WHOA because it hits me just how serious this is. And then I smile, because I am so happy that it is Aaron I am doing this with. I feel like a teenager again, like I might doodle "I love Aaron Lamorand" all over again. LOL I AM SUCH A DORK.
I really hope the wedding turns out how I picture it in my head. Pretty, sweet, lots of flowers, friends, family, food and booze. I will probably cry. I know my parents will. And Autumn.
Sadie will be here soon! Last night I was doing some (more) shopping for the shower and I almost cried reading a baby book. She isn't even here yet and I love the crap outta that kid. I am going to be a blubbering idiot with her, and she will totally have me wrapped around her finger.
OK I have to get back to wedding stuff, gotta go. If you are reading this and you read the whole thing you are a trooper!
Random Thoughts Category: Life
Hello, there are several things I wanted to blog about, but if I did a blog for it on it's own, it would be about 2 sentences. So I am going to smoosh all those random little bits of info into one and call it a blog. Hope it doesn't put you to sleep, you have been warned!
Last week Bear pooped 4 quarters. Seriously. All at once. My dog shits money? Should I start collecting this? LOL PS- we threw the quarters away. You couldn't pay me enough to wash those things and spend them. The thought that they were inside his whole intestinal tract grosses me out.
Planning a wedding is stressful. It makes me sad because there are people I wish I could invite and I can't because I can't afford it. So if I didn't invite you sorry, it wasn't personal! We are poor. =( But chances are, if you think to yourself, Awww, I wasn't invited, then you are one of the people I am talking about and I wish you could be there with me. =( Being poor sucks.
I am getting close to another kid at work. He is the funniest kid ever and seeing him get better is just amazing. He has impoved SO MUCH since I met him. Kids like him are the reason I LOVE my job. They get better and go home and do kid things, laying in a hospital bed is not a kid thing.
I keep having really vivid dreams. Every night when I go to sleep it is more like I am at a movie, not sleeping. Then I wake up and think, "what in the hell was that?" and then I fall back asleep and have another one. Weird. Is this a pre-wedding stress thing? Or a I-need-a-vacation thing?
I am going to have a whole new family next month. My last name is going to change. Weird. I am SUPER excited, but it is weird. I can't wait to be Aaron's wife. I think that people either don't get the permanence of marriage, or they go into it with the perspective of "well if I can change my mind I can always get a divorce," or something. The thought of this being me permanently changing my life and promising to be with this one person forever is awesome, and sometimes I go WHOA because it hits me just how serious this is. And then I smile, because I am so happy that it is Aaron I am doing this with. I feel like a teenager again, like I might doodle "I love Aaron Lamorand" all over again. LOL I AM SUCH A DORK.
I really hope the wedding turns out how I picture it in my head. Pretty, sweet, lots of flowers, friends, family, food and booze. I will probably cry. I know my parents will. And Autumn.
Sadie will be here soon! Last night I was doing some (more) shopping for the shower and I almost cried reading a baby book. She isn't even here yet and I love the crap outta that kid. I am going to be a blubbering idiot with her, and she will totally have me wrapped around her finger.
OK I have to get back to wedding stuff, gotta go. If you are reading this and you read the whole thing you are a trooper!
Best of MySpace Blogs #3
Before you read any further, if you are grossed out by a woman talking about PMS- do not continue.
On the other hand, if you can handle reading about mood swings and may even get a laugh out of it, grab yourself a pound of chocolate, put your feet up and read on.
OK, so here is my advice to you all for the day.
DON'T LET A WOMAN PACK BOXES WHEN SHE IS PREMENSTRUAL.
It will only get ugly.
I have been trying to be useful on my day off. I signed MORE mother F*%king paperwork with the realtor today, brought the husband his lunch and stuff to work, worked on laundry, emptied and reloaded the dishwasher, and packed boxes for moving. Yay me, right?
However, the tape is not working the way tape should. It makes a point to sticking to itself at EVERY opportunity. It is pissing me off SO bad. There are little bits of tape from where I have tried to restart the roll all over my pant legs. There are a couple knives on my kitchen counter that undoubtedly have tape on them too. There might be tape on the wall in the hallway. My jaw hurts from being clenched and swearing at the tape under my breath. And of course, Bear is not helping anything. That little bastard has dunked his head in the toilet (swear to God) to get a tissue, stolen 2 washclothes that now have to be rewashed, tried to eat one of my hair clips, and OF COURSE is completely under my feet when I am pacing around the house with the aforementioned F*%ing tape. Someone is going to get it. My gut instinct tells me it is going to be Bear. I have a feeling Aaron is going to come home and the apartment will be all packed, and Bear is going to be taped to the wall with the tape that I finally freed from itself. I can see it, and it actually amuses me a little. The thing that scares me a little is that it is not inconceivable.
So, that is my story. I actually had to take a moment away from the situation and calm down. To any women reading this, I am sure you understand. To the men reading this, consider yourselves lucky that you don't have to understand. Oh and before you ask why I write about PMS--- please don't forget I am a nurse and don't find it weird or "icky". But seriously you have my word I will never blog about the physiological aspects of it all, just the emotional/psychological aspects. OK must go get ready, meeting Aaron for dinner soon.
On the other hand, if you can handle reading about mood swings and may even get a laugh out of it, grab yourself a pound of chocolate, put your feet up and read on.
OK, so here is my advice to you all for the day.
DON'T LET A WOMAN PACK BOXES WHEN SHE IS PREMENSTRUAL.
It will only get ugly.
I have been trying to be useful on my day off. I signed MORE mother F*%king paperwork with the realtor today, brought the husband his lunch and stuff to work, worked on laundry, emptied and reloaded the dishwasher, and packed boxes for moving. Yay me, right?
However, the tape is not working the way tape should. It makes a point to sticking to itself at EVERY opportunity. It is pissing me off SO bad. There are little bits of tape from where I have tried to restart the roll all over my pant legs. There are a couple knives on my kitchen counter that undoubtedly have tape on them too. There might be tape on the wall in the hallway. My jaw hurts from being clenched and swearing at the tape under my breath. And of course, Bear is not helping anything. That little bastard has dunked his head in the toilet (swear to God) to get a tissue, stolen 2 washclothes that now have to be rewashed, tried to eat one of my hair clips, and OF COURSE is completely under my feet when I am pacing around the house with the aforementioned F*%ing tape. Someone is going to get it. My gut instinct tells me it is going to be Bear. I have a feeling Aaron is going to come home and the apartment will be all packed, and Bear is going to be taped to the wall with the tape that I finally freed from itself. I can see it, and it actually amuses me a little. The thing that scares me a little is that it is not inconceivable.
So, that is my story. I actually had to take a moment away from the situation and calm down. To any women reading this, I am sure you understand. To the men reading this, consider yourselves lucky that you don't have to understand. Oh and before you ask why I write about PMS--- please don't forget I am a nurse and don't find it weird or "icky". But seriously you have my word I will never blog about the physiological aspects of it all, just the emotional/psychological aspects. OK must go get ready, meeting Aaron for dinner soon.
Best of MySpace Blogs #2
I kinda feel like a poser for even posting this because I didn't write it. Let me explain.
I LOVE ANIMALS. They are like people but better. My dogs are like my children. I treat them better than some people treat their children. Being a pediatric nurse and seeing the trash out there that reproduces, I know for a fact this is true.
I am a member of the mailing list for the Humane Society and I email congress people about passing bills for animal rights. My husband and I recently adopted a dog from a shelter called the Last Day Dog Rescue, and I am in love with the organization. I hope to be involved with my first volunteer work for them this weekend. I think that animals, and animal rights, is my calling, my passion. I would love to help more and help rescue full time, but I am sure that it would haunt me to see animals mistreated. I don't think I could do it for the same reason many people say they couldn't be a nurse. So I do all I can to help make animals' lives better. I do it 36+ hours a week for children and their families, so who can begrudge me a couple hours a week helping dogs and cats, too?
Don't get me wrong, I love children too. I wouldn't do what I do if I didn't. Please don't think I don't value people as much as I do dogs, I do. But I think animals should have (with the exception of like, taxes and drivers' licenses, hahaha) the same rights as us.
I am going to stop myself now because I could literally go on forever about this subject. Here is the thing I posted on Myspace that I want to share with you here.
~TEN COMMANDMENTS FOR PET OWNERS~
1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be very painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want from me. Do not break my spirit with your temper, though I will always forgive you. Your patience and understanding will teach me more quickly those things you want me to learn.
3. Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for your kindness than mine. Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. After all, you have your job, your friends, your entertainment. I have only you.
4. Speak to me often. Even if I don't understand all your words, I understand your voice when it's speaking to me. Your voice is the sweetest sound I ever hear, as you must know by my enthusiastic excitement when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
5. Please take me inside when it's cold and wet. I'm a domestic animal and no longer am accustomed to the bitter elements.I ask for little more than your gentle hands petting me.
6. Keep my bowl filled with clean water; I cannot tell you when I'm thirsty. Feed me good food so that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to be by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to share with you my life, for that is what I live for. However you treat me, I'll never forget it.
7. Don't hit me. Remember, I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I am not getting the right food, I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak.
9. Take care of me when I get old. You will grow old, too.
10. When I am very old, when I no longer enjoy good health, please do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having fun. Just see to it that my trusting life is taken gently. And be with me on that difficult journey when it is time to say "goodbye". Never say, "I can't bear to watch." Everything is easier for me when you are there. I will leave this earth knowing with my last breath that my fate was always safest in your hands.
Remember - I love you.
~ Author Unknown
~Last Day Dog Rescue~ Shelter Dogs With A Second Chance
PLEASE SEND DONATIONS TO:
Last Day Dog Rescue24901 Northwestern HwySuite 302 Southfield, MI 48075 E-mail: mailto:ourlastdaydogs@gmail.com
I LOVE ANIMALS. They are like people but better. My dogs are like my children. I treat them better than some people treat their children. Being a pediatric nurse and seeing the trash out there that reproduces, I know for a fact this is true.
I am a member of the mailing list for the Humane Society and I email congress people about passing bills for animal rights. My husband and I recently adopted a dog from a shelter called the Last Day Dog Rescue, and I am in love with the organization. I hope to be involved with my first volunteer work for them this weekend. I think that animals, and animal rights, is my calling, my passion. I would love to help more and help rescue full time, but I am sure that it would haunt me to see animals mistreated. I don't think I could do it for the same reason many people say they couldn't be a nurse. So I do all I can to help make animals' lives better. I do it 36+ hours a week for children and their families, so who can begrudge me a couple hours a week helping dogs and cats, too?
Don't get me wrong, I love children too. I wouldn't do what I do if I didn't. Please don't think I don't value people as much as I do dogs, I do. But I think animals should have (with the exception of like, taxes and drivers' licenses, hahaha) the same rights as us.
I am going to stop myself now because I could literally go on forever about this subject. Here is the thing I posted on Myspace that I want to share with you here.
~TEN COMMANDMENTS FOR PET OWNERS~
1. My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be very painful.
2. Give me time to understand what you want from me. Do not break my spirit with your temper, though I will always forgive you. Your patience and understanding will teach me more quickly those things you want me to learn.
3. Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for your kindness than mine. Don't be angry with me for long, and don't lock me up as punishment. After all, you have your job, your friends, your entertainment. I have only you.
4. Speak to me often. Even if I don't understand all your words, I understand your voice when it's speaking to me. Your voice is the sweetest sound I ever hear, as you must know by my enthusiastic excitement when your footsteps fall upon my waiting ear.
5. Please take me inside when it's cold and wet. I'm a domestic animal and no longer am accustomed to the bitter elements.I ask for little more than your gentle hands petting me.
6. Keep my bowl filled with clean water; I cannot tell you when I'm thirsty. Feed me good food so that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to be by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to share with you my life, for that is what I live for. However you treat me, I'll never forget it.
7. Don't hit me. Remember, I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to bite you.
8. Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I am not getting the right food, I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart is getting old and weak.
9. Take care of me when I get old. You will grow old, too.
10. When I am very old, when I no longer enjoy good health, please do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having fun. Just see to it that my trusting life is taken gently. And be with me on that difficult journey when it is time to say "goodbye". Never say, "I can't bear to watch." Everything is easier for me when you are there. I will leave this earth knowing with my last breath that my fate was always safest in your hands.
Remember - I love you.
~ Author Unknown
~Last Day Dog Rescue~ Shelter Dogs With A Second Chance
PLEASE SEND DONATIONS TO:
Last Day Dog Rescue24901 Northwestern HwySuite 302 Southfield, MI 48075 E-mail: mailto:ourlastdaydogs@gmail.com
Best of MySpace Blogs #1
So I went through my MySpace blogs, and a lot of them were situational and not worthy of being copied and pasted here for your reading enjoyment. :)
Here is one I thought ay entertain or at least teach a lesson! ha ha
So this is what happened last night at work...
I had an orthopedic patient with a cast that was too tight. It happens. No one’s fault, it just needs to be fixed. It needed to be cut open with a saw to give her little toes more room so her circulation could improve.
For those of you who don’t know... Orthopedic surgeons are notorious for being giant A-Holes. Especially the ones you wake up at 1AM. The one I dealt with was actually (Thank the Lord) pretty nice. So... here’s how it goes.
For the sake of HIPAA I am going to save some details. Chances are they won’t matter much to the story anyway. I page him and tell him what’s going on. He says to call him back in an hour after I take his suggestions on how to fix it myself. He said if there was no improvement he will come up to the hospital and check it out. So, an hour passes, I page him again and tell him that indeed the foot has not miraculously recovered itself, and that he should come up and check it out. So he tells me to get the cast saw and supplies ready in the room for when he gets there. OK, sure I say. And then when I go to get the saw, it has magically disappeared.
After that I page him and let him know that I can’t find it. He isn’t pleased. He says, well I can’t do anything without a saw, please find one. My charge nurse and I call a total of 5 other floors, no one but the ER has a saw.
My friend Tacoma is a nurse in the ER, we have the following conversation via the paging system. OK, so it may not be verbatim, but it is pretty close.
me- Do you have a cast saw? I have a pt. who needs their cast cut open.
T- Is ortho there to do it right now?
me- No... they’re waiting until I get the saw before they come... because THAT makes sense.
No sooner did I hit the send button on the page did I realize the name on the top of the computer screen. It was not that of my friend Tacoma. No, it was none other than the DOCTOR I WAS WAITING FOR TO COME. This is a HUGE paging faux pas. All I can say is Thank You SWEET JESUS for the fact that I did not send the page I had meant to send... I had planned on calling him a stupid f*cker or something to that effect. In retrospect I guess he wasn’t even that bad... but at the time I was stressed and just wanted something to happen with this cast, and I was sick of waiting.
I couldn’t even deny the page was mine. What other patient in my hospital is waiting for a doctor to come from home to cut a cast and can’t find the saw? When I am paging the orthopedic resident, yeah... he would know. I would bet a large sum of money that my patient was the only one. How do I weasel myself out of this one? So, I do the only thing that seems right. I send out an immediate sorry page. Went something like "oops, sorry. I am just frustrated, can’t find a saw anywhere. Is there anyone else you know of I can call to get a saw?". I didn’t hear from him. I was scared, wondering if something like this can actually get me fired. Sure I talk sh*t about people all the time, I just don’t usually inform them of it. At least not in that tactless manner.
20 minutes later hew shows up, with a saw, and fixes the problem. As we are walking into the room I say sorry to him again, and explain that I was pretty worked up about not being able to find the saw. He says, "You know, it is OK, I am here, I’m gonna take care of it. It’s fine." Basically like, hey bitch... no need to badmouth me to your co-workers. I had a very calm, sweet demeanor for the duration of his little visit, and made sure to say thank you a couple times while being sickly sweet.
I think I am going to make it. Lesson learned here: MAKE SURE YOU’RE PAGING THE RIGHT DAMN PERSON. Major bridges could have been burned here. It could have been SOOOO much worse.
After it was all said and done, I was done sweating bullets, one of the girls I work with laughed at me and called me a tool. It inspired my title. LOL.
I think this is one of those stories where it makes more sense if you would have been there. But it can happen to anyone, text messages, emails... be careful. ha ha. It could happen to you! lol
Here is one I thought ay entertain or at least teach a lesson! ha ha
So this is what happened last night at work...
I had an orthopedic patient with a cast that was too tight. It happens. No one’s fault, it just needs to be fixed. It needed to be cut open with a saw to give her little toes more room so her circulation could improve.
For those of you who don’t know... Orthopedic surgeons are notorious for being giant A-Holes. Especially the ones you wake up at 1AM. The one I dealt with was actually (Thank the Lord) pretty nice. So... here’s how it goes.
For the sake of HIPAA I am going to save some details. Chances are they won’t matter much to the story anyway. I page him and tell him what’s going on. He says to call him back in an hour after I take his suggestions on how to fix it myself. He said if there was no improvement he will come up to the hospital and check it out. So, an hour passes, I page him again and tell him that indeed the foot has not miraculously recovered itself, and that he should come up and check it out. So he tells me to get the cast saw and supplies ready in the room for when he gets there. OK, sure I say. And then when I go to get the saw, it has magically disappeared.
After that I page him and let him know that I can’t find it. He isn’t pleased. He says, well I can’t do anything without a saw, please find one. My charge nurse and I call a total of 5 other floors, no one but the ER has a saw.
My friend Tacoma is a nurse in the ER, we have the following conversation via the paging system. OK, so it may not be verbatim, but it is pretty close.
me- Do you have a cast saw? I have a pt. who needs their cast cut open.
T- Is ortho there to do it right now?
me- No... they’re waiting until I get the saw before they come... because THAT makes sense.
No sooner did I hit the send button on the page did I realize the name on the top of the computer screen. It was not that of my friend Tacoma. No, it was none other than the DOCTOR I WAS WAITING FOR TO COME. This is a HUGE paging faux pas. All I can say is Thank You SWEET JESUS for the fact that I did not send the page I had meant to send... I had planned on calling him a stupid f*cker or something to that effect. In retrospect I guess he wasn’t even that bad... but at the time I was stressed and just wanted something to happen with this cast, and I was sick of waiting.
I couldn’t even deny the page was mine. What other patient in my hospital is waiting for a doctor to come from home to cut a cast and can’t find the saw? When I am paging the orthopedic resident, yeah... he would know. I would bet a large sum of money that my patient was the only one. How do I weasel myself out of this one? So, I do the only thing that seems right. I send out an immediate sorry page. Went something like "oops, sorry. I am just frustrated, can’t find a saw anywhere. Is there anyone else you know of I can call to get a saw?". I didn’t hear from him. I was scared, wondering if something like this can actually get me fired. Sure I talk sh*t about people all the time, I just don’t usually inform them of it. At least not in that tactless manner.
20 minutes later hew shows up, with a saw, and fixes the problem. As we are walking into the room I say sorry to him again, and explain that I was pretty worked up about not being able to find the saw. He says, "You know, it is OK, I am here, I’m gonna take care of it. It’s fine." Basically like, hey bitch... no need to badmouth me to your co-workers. I had a very calm, sweet demeanor for the duration of his little visit, and made sure to say thank you a couple times while being sickly sweet.
I think I am going to make it. Lesson learned here: MAKE SURE YOU’RE PAGING THE RIGHT DAMN PERSON. Major bridges could have been burned here. It could have been SOOOO much worse.
After it was all said and done, I was done sweating bullets, one of the girls I work with laughed at me and called me a tool. It inspired my title. LOL.
I think this is one of those stories where it makes more sense if you would have been there. But it can happen to anyone, text messages, emails... be careful. ha ha. It could happen to you! lol
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Jumping on the Bandwagon... and some sappiness.
After having posted many blogs on myspace over the years, I figured it was time to have something a little more concrete. So from here on out I think I will blog on here instead of myspace. I might even transfer all my old blogs here too, well at least the ones I like.
I have enjoyed reading Kim, Mark and Chris's blogs on here... so I thought I would do it too. Seems like a cool website.
Well, it is 2:45 AM, and there is not a whole lot to talk about right now. Aaron and the dogs are crashed on the couch, I have been awake for a few hours after a quick nap and am now awake and doing this, as well as kicking ass on Mobsters. I am starting to get scared that I am turning into a huge dork. If someone sees me playing D&D please find an intervention. At that point it would be WELL overdue. :)
If any of you are new readers, here is a little about me. I am a nearly 28 year old married woman living in Michigan with my husband Aaron and our 2 dogs. We bought a house a year ago, and are pretty happy with our lives. I am a nurse at the CS Mott Children's Hospital and have worked there for over three years now. My husband, as much as I may complain about him from time to time, is my largest source of happiness and laughter I have. He is silly, loving and loyal forever. No doubts there. We have known eachother for 5 years in November. Basically from the night we met we were a couple. He is great. And sexy. AS HELL. I need to post a pic of him. ;)
If you asked someone that knows me well, they may say I have a... slightly strange sense of humor. Well if you ever met Aaron you would definitely think he is a little bizarre! He constantly keeps me laughing. That, among other reasons, is why we get along so well. I love the fact that he can say or do something silly and we can be in our own little world and crack up together-- even if we are in a room full of people.
We are a very loving couple. In the beginning we were sickening to others because we were so lovey-dovey. We are still that couple, but now we can be in public and not constantly paw all over each other. At first it bothered me, I was scared this signified that something was wrong with our relationship. Now I just realize there is nothing wrong at all, we've just grown/changed over time. We don't have to fit all our affection into over night stays at his house, because we have lived together for almost 3 years. We don't have to make up for any more lost kisses or time. It took me a while to realize this. But we still sit on the couch with legs intertwined, we still kiss each other when we come home from work or errands, and say "I love You" often.
OK, I meant for this to be an intro blog, not a rough draft of my renewal vows. :) Sorry, I get on tangents. I guess this is the best place for it though. I am going to clean my basement carpets a little bit and try to go back to sleep. And so you know, no I am not suffering from bi-polar disorder and that is why I am cleaning my carpet at 3AM, I work nights. This is kind of my day time. I know. Weird.
I have enjoyed reading Kim, Mark and Chris's blogs on here... so I thought I would do it too. Seems like a cool website.
Well, it is 2:45 AM, and there is not a whole lot to talk about right now. Aaron and the dogs are crashed on the couch, I have been awake for a few hours after a quick nap and am now awake and doing this, as well as kicking ass on Mobsters. I am starting to get scared that I am turning into a huge dork. If someone sees me playing D&D please find an intervention. At that point it would be WELL overdue. :)
If any of you are new readers, here is a little about me. I am a nearly 28 year old married woman living in Michigan with my husband Aaron and our 2 dogs. We bought a house a year ago, and are pretty happy with our lives. I am a nurse at the CS Mott Children's Hospital and have worked there for over three years now. My husband, as much as I may complain about him from time to time, is my largest source of happiness and laughter I have. He is silly, loving and loyal forever. No doubts there. We have known eachother for 5 years in November. Basically from the night we met we were a couple. He is great. And sexy. AS HELL. I need to post a pic of him. ;)
If you asked someone that knows me well, they may say I have a... slightly strange sense of humor. Well if you ever met Aaron you would definitely think he is a little bizarre! He constantly keeps me laughing. That, among other reasons, is why we get along so well. I love the fact that he can say or do something silly and we can be in our own little world and crack up together-- even if we are in a room full of people.
We are a very loving couple. In the beginning we were sickening to others because we were so lovey-dovey. We are still that couple, but now we can be in public and not constantly paw all over each other. At first it bothered me, I was scared this signified that something was wrong with our relationship. Now I just realize there is nothing wrong at all, we've just grown/changed over time. We don't have to fit all our affection into over night stays at his house, because we have lived together for almost 3 years. We don't have to make up for any more lost kisses or time. It took me a while to realize this. But we still sit on the couch with legs intertwined, we still kiss each other when we come home from work or errands, and say "I love You" often.
OK, I meant for this to be an intro blog, not a rough draft of my renewal vows. :) Sorry, I get on tangents. I guess this is the best place for it though. I am going to clean my basement carpets a little bit and try to go back to sleep. And so you know, no I am not suffering from bi-polar disorder and that is why I am cleaning my carpet at 3AM, I work nights. This is kind of my day time. I know. Weird.
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