Monday, January 19, 2009

Yeah, Sorry.

I suck.

At Blogging anyway.

The past 2 months have been extremely difficult at work. Actually the last 4 or 5 months have been. Too many changes, too many cooks stirring the soup. Getting emotionally punched in the face every few days by someone you used to be very close with but who now feels the urge to "take you down" takes it's toll. A new job is sounding better and better.

Enough of my useless prattle. Onward and upward they say! I just don't say it with them today.

16 year old drug into the ER by her parents. She is visibily shaking in Triage. I can see her heart pounding through her chest. Heart rate about 160, respiratory rate about 40. Glassy eyed, scared shitless.

"Emily says she took something but she won't tell us what," Mom says.

After an extensive workup we found............................. nothing. Nothing popped positive on the drug screen. No weird labs. Just crazy vital signs. Was she just nervous? Did she take something else that we can't test for? Salvia came to mind.

"Can I have some ice cream on my toes for my trip to Maine?" Emily asked.

Um....................... huh?

"I need some tiles for my eyes on Canada."

What the hell? She is as confused as Grandma Mabel - who thinks it's 1812 and that she's a man fighting in the war.

Little Emily gets admitted for a few nights stay at our overpriced hotel. I came back a few days later to check on her and they finally figured out what she took.

Hold on - are you ready?


Yep, you heard me right. Who knew? I've never had anyone come in that took Dramamine to try to get high. Holy crap. These kids will take anything. Do they not understand that almost anything can kill you if you take enough of it? I think they finally figured out that she took about 7 or 8 tablets.


I've been taking practice tests for my CEN (certified emergency nurse) exam. Apparently they were designed to make you feel like the dumbest nurse on earth. The other night our crew sat down and did them all together, reading the questions out loud and discussing them. We argued with the book many times on the correct answer. Is that a sign that we might not be right in the head?

"Oh bullshit! That is not the first thing you would do for that patient."

"What a load of crap. Who wrote these questions?"

"Close the book and let's go get chocolate!"

Yeah, I like the last one.


I've found my nursing soul mate. One of our night shift nurses moved to day shift and I'm finding that we work wonderfully together. I can read her like a book. We argue like sisters about practically everything, but when it comes down to the knitty gritty, we don't even have to speak. We get it all done for the code/trauma with little fussing and only relevant communication. We can briskly shout commands to each other without getting offended, which is the absolute frosting on the cake. I lubs her and she's my favorite team member now.

OK, I'll try to jump back on the blogging bandwagon, but I can't make any promises. My internet time lately has been limited to hours on Facebook and shaking my head at some of the responses on We'll see how it goes.


RevMedic said...

Welcome back. You were missed.

Pickyknitter said...

It is good to hear from you!

Anonymous said...

Think that's wacky. Moonflower will scare you half to death. Moonflower patients are almost always violent and will not stop fighting ever. It just goes on and on. Real scary thing is that you don't have to go to a store and get it. It's a common plant that can grow most anywhere. The kids boil it up as a tea.