Happy New Years Eve!!!!
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Happy New Years Eve!!!!
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
And the overly stuffed feeling that I got after all the pizza tonight got me thinking about how much I truly need that "new years resolution diet" sooner rather than later...but I digress.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
The past few days I had every intention writing a pre-holiday post since I've been pretty MIA this week. But detailing my last few days of total and complete relaxation at my parents house would have been pretty boring. It's been SO nice to just sit and chat, have all day bonfires, catch up on some reading, and get in GREAT "hills of Georgia" workouts!
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The only other type of nursing that I considered was labor and delivery and/or the post-partum unit. And while I LOVED every minute of my nursing internship in a mother/baby unit, I just couldn't see myself doing it for the rest of my life. Mostly, I knew that eventually I wanted to go back to school, and becoming a midwife was just not appealing to me.
*And finally, the 4 year old boy who had a foley catheter taken out a few hours prior said that his "weiner hurt really bad." Which really isn't all that funny by itself...I'm sure his weiner did kinda hurt! But when it was proceeded by, "Mommy can you hold it?" really made me laugh!
Ohh kids....gotta love 'em!
Saturday, December 10, 2011
Thursday, December 8, 2011
And this was where my big ole thrift store framed canvas came into play. Except I didn't really take into account that I'm the worst painter ever. It's no lie...you'll see in just a bit!
Mainly b/c once I started painting, I realized I couldn't, well, paint!! So I busted out the good 'ole can of spray paint from the garage to hide the "imperfections"...AKA: the entire painting!
Guess I should just stick with nursing, b/c clearly painting is not in my future! But, since it's had me laughing (and slightly getting mad b/c I HATE not being good at things!), I thought I'd share.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
And I've loved it! So there was a little piece of me that was sad that he won't be there when I work on Friday. And more, I think that I realized that this was probably the last time I will ever take care of him as his nurse.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Hope you have an equally good and snuggly Saturday!
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Either way, this mom was fully decked out in silk pajamas: silk pajama pants with a silk pajama tank lined with lace, and a floor length silk robe. All in a wonderful gold, blues and greens paisley pattern. Her hair was what I would call "perfectly coiffed" if I knew what the word "coiffed" meant. Oh, and instead of slipping on tennis shoes or flip flops like most people keep near the door, she put on her plush slippers.
And let me just tell you the looks that this mom got. From other patients, families, and even staff!
Friday, November 25, 2011
Thursday, November 24, 2011
There is seriously nothing better than not having to work on a holiday. Can I get a "what, what!?" from the other medical professionals out there!?
Sunday, November 20, 2011
It's not very often that we get to take care of kids that are "well" enough to do things like sit up in bed or talk to us or draw pictures.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
I will be celebrating 80's style for a friends birthday. Because clearly a day like today requires a throwback to the 80's : ) It will be filled with crimpy hair, lots of makeup, off the shoulder shirts, and even leg warmers!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
In fact, I pretty much feel like every conversation at work starts with "Soooo....how's being done with school!?"
Which I don't mind, b/c I love being done! Like, REALLY love it!!!
It feels like freedom!! Which reminds me of this: Only I'm a nurse, not a warrior. And people would be concerned for my health if I painted my face blue...blue is NOT our favorite color in the PICU! And I'd probably get fired if I swung around a metal stick at the patients. But you get the point!
Wow- totally digressing!
Anyways, back to the "How does it feel to be done with school?" question. That is the easy one.
The question that ALWAYS follows is "So what are you going to do now?"
To which I want to reply:
-Nothing...I'm going to do nothing. And I like it!
-Umm, just stay in this PICU forever, b/c I love it!
-Go home and drink a glass a wine...and not think about what I am going to do!
-I have no idea!!!
So you can see the theme above. It's almost as if I pretend I don't need to/want to find a new job as a nurse practitioner, then I won't have to do it.
But someday, I will start looking.
Just not this week. Because really, I love where I am at. And because I won this. So who wants to be the newbie at a hospital and get stuck working ALL the holidays when I don't have to!?!?
Glad you agree with me!
Awful: Being in the car for an hour and a half to get there...and 2 1/2 hours to get home!
Awesome: Now knowing by heart every single word to Moves Like Jagger, Party Rock Anthem, and Rolling in the Deep because I heard them about 7 times each!
Awful: Making the weirdest, most awkward face as I was standing to be announced as the recipient of the Pinnacle Nurse Leader award from my institution...and holding it for the entire 6 minutes that other names were being read!
Awesome: The fact that I won the Pinnacle Nurse Leader award- score for putting something really good on my APN resume!
Awful: Steamed carrots for lunch...ugh, no matter how many times I try to like them, I just can't!
Awesome: The rest of the lunch- great salad and cheese platter, some really awesome yellow stuff that I want to call polenta but nobody really knew what it was, and chicken
REALLY Awesome: The dessert plate! Whoa mama this one was incredible!!
Awful: Having our table assigned to be in the back...by the nurses that are chatty. And the one's that are apparently hard of hearing b/c they kept saying "What did he say!?" And the ones that despite 2 reminders still did not put their phones on vibrate- no I don't want to "Get Jiggy With It" right now...maybe later.
Not quite Awful, but not Awesome either: The fact that the keynote speaker was a physician...at a NURSING leadership conference, really!?!?
Awesome: The fact that the physician giving the keynote speech kept saying he never could have done his job without his nursing and nurse practitioner colleagues. Yes this is OH.SO.TRUE! Brownie points for that!
Awful: Not getting paid for my 4 hours of drive time...yes, sorry, this again. It was dreadful!
Awesome: Getting paid for 4 hours of eating great food, getting an award, and listening to one speech.
Awful: Having an uber awkward introduction to the Chief Nursing Executive who I met/had conversations with the entire shuttle ride to the conference from our hospital...we sat right next to each other. Why neither of us didn't interrupt the person and say, "Yes, not only have we met, but we know what we had for dinner last night, our favorite vacation spots, and what our weekend plans are" is beyond me!
Awesome: Having the Chief Nursing Exec ask what my plans were in regards to finding an APN job, and her telling me she would make sure that I got a great job in an area that I want!
Awful: The fact that as much as I want to be a "nurturer," that word only applies to me in the PICU...because I kill every plant (and most animals, unfortunately) that find their way into my house.
Awesome: The fact that I won the gorgeous centerpiece- a beautiful stainless steel pot that matches our kitchen housing an orchid. Not that orchids are hard to keep alive or anything! Still, this was totally awesome! I almost jumped out of my chair fist pumping and screaming "Oh Yeah Baby!"...but luckily, refrained!
So there ya have it. That was the Nursing Leadership Conference in a nutshell...both the awful and the awesome!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
In bright red letters?
And in 7 different languages so ALL people can read it!?
I must, b/c two out of the 3 shifts that I worked this week I was tripled. And the third shift I had meetings, so it doesn't really count.
I know I mentioned being tripled on my Halloween post. But it happened again yesterday.
And being tripled on a Saturday in the PICU is never a good sign. In fact, you can pretty much sum up your entire day once you get that assignment.
I'm not going to rant. In fact, I'm going to keep this post short. So that I can savor every single minute of the fact that I'm NOT back at work today! Hallelujah!
But I will say that having the three patients I had yesterday meant that I did not eat until 4:15pm, did not pee until approximately 5:15 pm, and while I did drink about 100 oz of water, it was consumed between the hours of 4 and 7 pm.
Talk about peeing every 10 minutes. But I was SOO thirsty. From all my hard work.
So today, I will not think about work (anymore!) Instead, I will get my church on, and then come home and do absolutely nothing more than relax with my man. And eat some great food. Probably enough to make up for a lack of food yesterday : )
Relaxing + My Man + Great (and lot!) Food
Now that's a triple I can smile about!
Friday, November 4, 2011
Are take-backs allowed!?
Umm, it's my blog so I'm saying yes. Who needs to follow the rules anyways!
Well, ok, not a PICU....you're too old for that. But you would if you weren't an adult.
So here it goes:
You see, when your muscles are fatigued, like really fatigued, they tend to shake. And shaking muscles do not tend to mix well with standing on one leg in a gym shower while trying to shave the other. With flip flops on. And a slippery (eww!) floor.
In fact, you may even slip in that (eww!) slippery shower! And on the way down, you may try to reach for the only thing available....the shower handle.
The shower handle that apparently isn't fixated onto the wall but controls the temperature of the water by turning about 60 degrees in either direction. And in the direction that you are currently falling it turns it bitterly cold.
As the handle didn't slow down your fall, you think perhaps the flimsy plastic shower curtain will. But nope, that will just rip out of the 2 rings that it was barely attached to on one side. At least you didn't rip it out entirely!
But this leaves you hitting your shin on the pseudo-4 inch step that separates the shower from the outside walkway (WHY do they have these anyways...the water still pours out of the shower into the hall drain!?).
And as your hands hit the floor (EWW!) you think, YUP that most definitely hurt!
But even worse, the woman in the next shower (who of course is like 70 and overweight and SO not afraid to show her neked body!) opens her shower curtain to make sure I was ok.
Well, I'm naked looking up at your nakedness. I'm also cold b/c there's frigid water pouring over me right now. My shin is banged up. And my whole body is shaking relentlessly from that blasted workout I just finished!
I've never been better! *Ahem* I mean, YOU have never been better!
Oh, but it does get better. As you quickly try to stand up again and get back into your shower stall (and hoping the elderly large naked woman will also do the same!), there is a very large, very disgusting BLACK hairball stuck to your left shoulder.
You may or may not have very not black hair. Perhaps very blonde hair!
This is clearly NOT your hair! Which will promptly initiate your gag reflex. Big time.
But the thought of the lady next door thinking that you've actually hit your head really hard and are now vomiting (which would require medical attention!) makes it go away as quickly as it came!
So you finish the shower and make your way out of that gym with one bruised shin and one majorly sore, shaking body. Which is obviously not fun!
So there's my nursing advice for the day. Don't work out so hard you can't stop the muscle convulsions should you need to balance on one leg while shaving the other in the stall of a gym shower which will lead you to fall and mess yourself up in more ways than one!
This story- which CLEARLY has never happened to me! And most definitely NOT this week!- should be your fair warning to keep you out of the PICU.
Or the adult version of the same.
And if there were an embarrassment ICU, well, it would keep you out of there as well!
But if you do find yourself there, you can pop your head in and say hi to me : )
What have you done to warrant an admission to embarrassment ICU? Please don't leave me here alone!
***If you want to try this amazing workout that caused this debacle (which she would not condone I'm sure...this is ALL on me!), you can check it out here. This woman is NO joke. She's a nurse too, and she'll kick your booty!
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I LOVE my job!
One of the reasons is that when people come together in the PICU we work like a well oiled machine. Our team of PICU doctors, nurses, respiratory therapists and nursing assistants just know our role and responsibility and make things happen. It's quite magical : )
Sometimes though, this "well oiled machine" needs a bit of WD-40!
I was reading another nursing blog the other day (you can check it out here) and her post reminded me of times that just make you think, seriously!?
Exhibit A (yes, you can call me Magnum, R.N. today!): Respiratory therapist is doing a breathing treatment in the patients room. She apparently calls out for the nurse (that's me) twice. Loudly. So loudly in fact that a physician walking by asks if everything is ok. When she says "No, I just need the nurse" the physician walks into another patient room where I was doing something important. I'm told the therapist really needs me next door. Upon rushing in there, she tells me "The patient has a poopy diaper. I mean REALLY poopy!!"
SERIOUSLY!?!? You take me away from doing legit patient stuff to TELL me there is a poopy diaper!? Since when am I the only one qualified to change poopy diapers. Last time I check there is all of the diaper stuff at the end of the bed.
Exhibit B: Anesthesia brings my patient in from the OR. In order to get them out of the room the quickest, we have to take a temp and tell them what it is. Then they leave, which is nice...really folks, there's only so much space in these patient rooms! Upon taking the temp, I state that it's 35.4C- well gee, there's a surprise. A patient coming from the OR is cold!
The anesthesiologist says, "Wow, this patient needs warming!" Thanks! Good thing you got your big doctor degree, b/c I would never have figured that one out with only my nursing degree!
So I tell him "The warming blankets are right outside the room to the left. Right next to the sink. In the metal warming cabinet." I also threw in "Or we have warming lamps in our equipment room" for good measure, but figured he wouldn't have a clue how to meander over there.
After a few minutes while I'm still getting the patient settled, the anesthesiologist who disappeared for a bit comes back in the room. He looks at the patient and says "Why is this patient not being warmed!?"
To which I say, "Umm, I gave you perfectly good directions to find the warming blankets. Everyone in the room currently has hands on the patient and is actively involved in care. When you walked out I thought you were getting the blankets."
He walked out of the room looking a bit sheepish.
Two minutes later, a near-by nurse walked into our room carrying a big bundle of warming blankets. I looked at her dumbfounded! Apparently Mr Anesthesiologist went into the hall and told the nurse that I was in need of blankets. He never came back in!
Exhibit C: A resident walks into a patient room (oh wow- this could take about 100 different directions, and have equally as many punchlines!). Anyways, the resident walks into the room VERY early in the morning to do her assessment. She un-swaddles the baby that I just got back to sleep after master-swaddling, rocking, and "shushing" back to sleep. The baby of course cries. Scratch that...he screams! And with that, the resident completes her exam and she walks out.
It's then that she tells me, "Umm, your baby is crying. A lot."
And yet, instead of following the motto of Leaving Things As You Find Them (or Better, as my mom always taught me. Or maybe that was Girl Scouts. Either way, its important!) the resident just walks away.
Thanks! Because I didn't seriously just spend 18 minutes trying to get this kid quiet and back to sleep. And because you didn't just ramshackle his entire world in a matter of 2 minutes which will now take approximately 47 minutes to pull back together!
*Unfortunately this resident story could be told in about 25 different ways probably by every nurse that ever lived, replacing the word "resident" with "fellow" "attending" or any doctor for that matter! I have about 30 of my own!
But every great machine needs greased every once and while, right? Certainly, the PICU is no exception.
Once that WD-40 is sprayed on, things begin to move a lot smoother. So is true with the PICU....give us a good dose of nursing calling it like it is and coordinating optimal patient care (b/c really that is the oil in the PICU), and we can go right back into our routine!
What a fine "machine" we are : )
Monday, October 31, 2011
I celebrated in the PICU with the little ones today. And while most people don't like working on holidays, I actually love working this one!
While our census is way high right along with our acuity now, we still have some kiddos that were able to dress up!! I wish I could post pictures, but that would be violating hippa...blah, blah!
But we had quite the assortment: a Sponge Bob, a prisoner (ohh, so sad...a Prisoner of the PICU"), several princesses, and a skeleton.
We also had a few staff members dress up which I fully intended to post pics, but of course the day was CRA-ZAZY!!
In the period of 12 hours I had five different patients. This included being "tripled" (having 3 patients at once) which is just not common in our PICU b/c most of the times the kids are way to sick, admitting one patient from the OR, admitting one pt from the ER, and discharging a little princess home to go trick or treating!
So nevertheless, there was zero opportunity for photo ops- except one that I got passed along.How cute is this t-shirt!!?? Love it!
Had you seen a pic of ME today, you would have seen my ingenious creativity in costume design. I was a full fledge.....
Yes, I know! So creative! But I must say I pulled off the part superbly : )
What did you dress up as?? Or were you working through the holiday as well!?! Either way, I hope that you have a happy, spooky, and fun Halloween!!
Sunday, October 30, 2011
And I feel so lucky for being able to say that. Because really, how many people out there look forward to going into work each day!?
Don't get me wrong...there are many days that the alarm just seems to go off way too early.
Or days that I walk into a room that looks like it should belong into a circus with all the pumps and machines which makes me nervous! But a good dose of healthy fear of what we do gets us through our job. When a PICU nurse becomes too "comfortable" it can be a scary time!
But back to my love of my job. I seriously love working with kids. I love making a difference in their life. Impacting not just the health of a child, but the overall well-being of an entire family.
And I especially love that once I clock out, I can leave the job behind. I don't have any paper work or responsibilities once I'm home.
Which really leaves me time to do other things that I love. Once of these things is trying to come up with healthy recipes for Jon and I to enjoy. And let me tell you, I found another one that will become a staple for us this fall and winter so I thought I'd share it...we've already made this twice in 2 weeks! That's substantial for us!
Plus, it makes enough leftovers so I can take it to work the next day and have tons of nurses stare longingly at my lunch! No lean-cuisine here...just some delicious, healthy soup!!!
*Note: I don't measure things most times, so you'll just have to bear with my recipe! But, I adapted this from a few different mexican meatball soups that I found online so you could find exact measurements if you want.
-In a crock pot, mix chicken stock or broth to fill about 3/4 of the way. Add in one can of black beans, frozen corn to your liking, one can of Rotel or another "mexican" flavored spicy tomatoes, a few splashes of lime juice, a few diced up jalapenos, a dash of salt and a dash of pepper. Cook for 2 hours on low.
-To make the meatballs, take ground turkey or ground beef (we used lean ground turkey to be a bit healthier) and add fresh cilantro, salt, pepper, and hot pepper flakes. Form into 1-2 in balls. Place in broiler for about 4-6 minutes (or until outside starts to brown). Once browned, place in crockpot with the rest of the soup and turn to high for about an hour.
-Once the soup is done, make a plate of "fixins" to put on top. We used tortilla chips, avacado, sharp cheddar cheese and fresh cilatro. -Serve with a glass of spicy red wine and enjoy....YUM!!!
The only unfortunate thing about the leftovers at work is the glass of red wine is not included. But it still tastes awesome!
Hope you enjoy it as much as we do!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
For one, I don't work with adults. For two, I'm not licensed or credentialed to do so. And three, I just like kids better.
But this week I most certainly gave advice to an adult and felt no remorse about it!
The aunt of a patient came to visit around 1:30 pm. She came into the room next to me where I had been helping out most of the day. My patient wasn't very sick. This patient was.
The aunt looked a bit overwhelmed when she walked into the room, and I don't blame her. The patient is extremely sick with cancer, and is hooked up to a bunch of machines. The room just looks overwhelming from the outside.
About 3 minutes into the aunts visit, she started to look really flushed, and then pale. As she started to fan herself and say "It's so warm in here...."
I'm sure you can guess where this is going. Down she goes!!!
And let me tell ya. This lady passed out hard and fast!! She conked her head on the wood floor HARD! I was standing about 10 feet away and heard her head hit! Ouch!
I always say "go big or go home" but this is taking it to the extreme. OK, I guess I've never really said that, but it is a saying. So someone must've said it before. And I bet they were really smart!
But back to the Fainting Fun. So of course the aunt is unconscious, and another nurse pulls the code button. We need some help in here.
And in a not funny situation, we managed to laugh (after the fact of course!). As the nurse pushes the code button, all she kept saying was "We have to make sure everyone knows the code isn't for the patient...We have to make sure everyone knows who the code button is for!"
Now let me just tell you, there is a grown woman sprawled out, unconscious on the floor blocking the doorway. I'm pretty sure staff members running in the room will see pretty clearly that the patient is fine. But the lady on the floor, not so much!
Luckily, she woke up shortly after she fell, and was more embarrased than hurt.
Despite insisting that she was fine, we still hooked her up to a transport monitor to make sure her vitals were stable, and I grabbed a quick accucheck to see what her glucose was.
Only her glucose was SO low, it wouldn't even register on our machine.
Which was when the aunt said that she hadn't eaten since 3pm the day before. And she played competitive volleyball the night before. Oh, and one more little detail- she also went for a 6 mile run that morning!
So this was where my unsolicited advice came in. And I felt pretty confident that despite not having adult experience, this was warranted!
For the love, before coming into the PICU, please eat!
And if you are choosing to do the "no food and tons of exercise diet" please stay away from our PICU.
Because us PICU nurses like saving lives...but only the little kid-like ones : )
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Yeah, that's happened to me!!
I must say that while school is done, I have wasted NO time in filling up my schedule with "stuff." And while the past 2 weeks of being "done" have been awesome, they certainly have kept me busy.
I'll take busy working out, busy catching up with friends, busy with lunch dates, and busy with hubby time over school busy any day though! So there are NO complaints here!!
And the PICU has manned up to its reputation and kept me busy over the last week!
One minute our census is low, we're "floating" to work on other floors, and the kids we do have in the PICU just don't really seem to need to be there!
If ever there was a perfect recipe for causing PICU nurses to complain, this is it!! We don't like to "float" to other units. The NICU is typically the place we go to most often, and while we share 3 letters (why do I have the strong urge to spell these 3 letters out to you...literally!?), we are WORLDS apart. And we like it that way!!
Sometimes, we have to go to the "floor" (AKA: not an ICU), and this is definitely a different world!!! When kids aren't in the PICU, they don't need things like breathing tubes or the really good pain meds...all of which keep them quiet! So the floors have lots of complaining kids, whining kids, bratty kids!!
HA- I just read that, and completely realize what it makes me sound like. But, it's the truth. And yes, I still LOVE children...even the talking, crying, sometimes screaming ones!
But lucky for me, it was not my turn to float this past week. I got the joy of watching the PICU go from 21 patients to 40 in what seemed like a matter of one night.
And the kids we're getting are SICK! Like, yes, you deserve this PICU admission sick!
All of this busy-ness caused me to have 3 assignments on one day, which is loads of fun! Makes floating to the NICU where you have 2 or 3 "feeder-grower" babies not so bad!
But I have to say, now that I'm done with school, I LOVE being busy in the PICU. Before, I wanted the "nice" assignments so that in my down time, I could get school work done. But now that there's no school work, I'm loving the busyness again!
Ahh, feels just like I'm a new grad again craving the hard assignments. The sick assignments. The ones where I don't sit down all day. Or drink water. Or pee. Yeah, this sounds really healthy! But it certainly makes the day go by so much faster!
And maybe tomorrow I'll even make time to tell ya about some of the busyness. Because there were some great PICU nuggets in there!
But now I'm off, to actually enjoy a non-busy night. Since Jonny isn't feeling well, we have grand plans for comfy pants, some wine and cheese, and catching up on our DVR. That sounds like a perfect, opposite of busy, evening to me!
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
But seriously, look what happens when you graduate from a masters program...
The wonderful husband gets you THIS:
He will also get you THIS....
OK, in all fairness, he got himself that. It just so happened to come at the same time...in the same box. At least that's his story!
But back to Mr. Vienna plus! Oh he is a marvelous contraption (apparently I've wondered back into the 1800's this morning). This bad boy really is awesome though. He allows me to WANT to wake up early! Just so I can go downstairs and do this....
Mmm, pumpkin spice latte (made by moi!) with my pumpkin spice candle and a good book. Now that's a great morning. And all while the man is still snoozing away upstairs! Yup, I am definitely a morning person. He is not.
And just thinking about all the money we'll save on latte runs b/c I can make my very OWN starbucks now is OH. SO. EXCITING!
It has also contributed to a problem I like to call "Shake That"...and yes, you have to sing the song while you're doing it! I have GOT to figure out how to tone down the amount of caffeine that goes into my daily latte b/c WHOA MAMA, I look like "New Nurse Nervous Nelly"!!!
It's gotta make parents feel right at home when my hands are trembling while trying to flush their IV. And my "Oh don't worry, I've been doing this for 6 years" doesn't really go very far apparently!
So if you have any tips on how to make a less caffeinated version of my fav fall drinks, please leave a comment....hint, hint my barista friends!
Oh, and in case you were wondering...the instruction manual for Mr. Vienna was fabulous. Not only did it NOT really explain how to use it, or how to appropriately caffeinate the drinks, it also gave you very helpful pictures such as this:
Not only should you not wipe it down with a cloth (what ARE you supposed to wipe it down with!?) you should also not let your baby who looks like they're up to no good crawl all over it! And put his bum right on on the steaming knob!
Although if you did, it would give this PICU nurse one good admission story to blog about! So do what you choose : )
Thursday, October 13, 2011
And I couldn't be HAPPIER about it! Can ya tell!!
So it's official! School is out. And now boards are OVER!!!!!!!!
I am officially, PICU Nurse, RN, MSN, AC-PNP!
Whoa baby! Not even sure what to do about that now! I think I'll just enjoy it for today and let the "thinking" start later.
My brain hurts because boards were NO joke!
The whole testing procedure was no joke! You walk into the room and have to surrender all personal belongings to a locker. Well, all personal belongings except for 2 forms of identification. Because clearly, a state issued ID with my picture and signature on it would not suffice!
Once everything was in the locker, it was made very clear that you could not take ANYTHING into the testing room at all! And just to ensure that there were no gummy worms, video games, or other such propaganda entering into the sacred testing zone, they had a wand-y thing like at the airport. And a pat down.
Yes, you heard me. There was a pat down.
I had to stand on a duct tape X on the floor when the testing lady asked me to "pat my pockets down" to ensure that there was nothing in them. I looked down at my outfit (boots, leggings, and a long button down shirt...all without pockets). After telling her I didn't have any, she finds these 2 pseudo pockets on my shirt.
Right on my....
YUP, right there!! AND she asked me to pat them!
At first I thought she was joking. But when I looked up she was as stern and serious as you can imagine!
So right there, standing on that little silver X, in front of others waiting for their personal pat down, I gave my ta-ta's a nice little pat down. 4 pats to be exact. Because apparently that's how many I thought would appropriately show that the only thing under those pockets were my lady lumps.
Wish I could say I enjoyed it.
What I can say is the guy next to me in line seemed to greatly enjoy it. In fact, his facial expression said "Dude, I SO need to take these tests more often!"
I, on the other hand, will not be taking these tests more often. Or ever again for that matter!
Because I'm done! Because I passed boards!! And because I can pat my lady lumps down in the comfort of my own home without an airport wand-y thing. Or a stern lady staring at me. Or a "boy-man" who is all too excited about it.
OK, so most likely the last part will be included in my home. But at least I will know the guy. And hey, ya can't fault him!
So these lady lumps and I (ahem, the new RN, MSN, AC-PNP) will be out celebrating tonight! But not too late, because the PICU calls early in the morning! Oh the adventurous life I lead! : )
Friday, October 7, 2011
So I said, "Bring it PICU!"...and it did!!!
My morning started off caring for "my boy" who I've mentioned here and here- (poor guy has posts written back to the beginning of my blog!). Anyways, he decided he didn't want to wake up...or be arousable at all first thing in the morning. Nothing like a bit of a pick-me-up before all the coffee has been consumed all too early in the morning!
Once that was settled, my other patient was being discharged home. Not too shabby....until I learned they only speak Arabic. Not a WORD of English! Great!!
OK, actually them not speaking a WORD of English was a lie. For some reason they knew the words "donut" and "coffee!" So random! In my book, if you're going to know one word of English, coffee should definitely be it!
Donut? Maybe not! But, they kept offering me donuts, and I just kept trying to say "No thank you." Then after more probing (and practically pushing a french crueller in my face!) I put my hands on my stomach and then hips and wiggled a bit, trying to indicate, "nope, don't want the donut...trying to NOT gain 6 pounds this morning!!"
The dad laughed (in his hearty Arabic laugh of course!). So he either got my game of charades, or he thinks that I was doing some weird American "no thanks donut dance"! Either way, the crueller backed out of my face thank-goodness...that sweet gooey-ness almost didn't stand a chance!
I found myself trying to play charades with them all day, and even threw in a few words of Spanish in with my English. As if that would help us suddenly understand one another!
Once I got that girl outta there, I got a new one just as quickly!
She was a cutie. Her mom was not!
I have to constantly remind myself that these parents act crazy because their child is coming into the hospital really sick. That if I happened to pass them on the streets, they wouldn't grab my arm, or yell at me, or try to tell me I'm not doing my job.
They probably wouldn't do that!
But this mom was doing it all. I just stayed as patient as I could, and continued to care for the cutest little girl having a NASTY asthma attack.
My saving grace was this mom was Asian and had the thickest accent. So all her yelling was kinda funny. The way she said things anyways! And I figure, the things I didn't fully understand was probably a good thing!
What I want to tell parents sometimes is their crazy, frantic, arms waving in the air, yelling behavior is only taking me away from caring for their child. And in the grand scheme of PICU things, their child was not THAT sick! But they don't know this. So I just keep being patient.
Sometimes patience is the only thing that will get me through the shift. That and focus. I just focused (patiently) on my patient. The child one. Because sometimes the parent ones can just as easily become a second patient.
But now it's FRIDAY!!! And I don't have to work!! And I don't have to work for 3 whole days acutally!!! YEAH!!! So I am putting the PICU behind me (for now!).
What do I get to do?? Spend the next 3 days with the hubs! Spending some definite cuddle time with my man while we sleep in or stay in bed extra late catching up on our shows. And of course there will also be some soccer playing, some pumpkin patch'ing, some spending time with great friends and their cutest little twins (!!!), some football watching, and some great food! Now how's that for a great weekend!
But now I must go, b/c the best husband in the world just brought me breakfast! Mmm!!
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Super rainy and overcast. And instead of getting down in the dumps, I was....
SOOOO excited because.....
I finally got to wear my NEW
So I didn't have to! There's this new amazing thrift store near my house that I can't get enough of. I have had a few amazing....AMAZING....finds lately! Most of them happen to be in the shoe department, but they are awesome! I may need to make a post of the other great finds b/c I'm just so excited about it!
And even better, the other day Jon brought up at a party the incredible riding boots that I got! Hello, the husband is bringing up my great finds! He's just excited about my thriftiness and I can't blame him! These boots are still selling in stores and online.
Their price: $199. My price: $7!!
With all the crazy rain days we get in the spring and fall, rainboots are just so practical. But, I haven't had the appropriate time to wear them.
Once I was all danced out, I went outside to brave the storm and walk to my chiropractor appointment. OK, that may have been a bit dramatic because the office is right across the street from me, and really, it wasn't storming...just heavy rain!
But nonetheless, I walked outside to brave the "heavy rain".....
Which had apparently gone away while I was busy doing my happy rainboot dance. Oh well! I kept them on, and was able to stay dry through my sloshy walk! Now that's what I'm talking about!