It's taking over my life

.... nursing, that is.

I can't even take a tylenol without the drive to chart it.

Reasons I like night shift.

Reasons I like night shift :)

1. No waking up at 6am
2. I have no kids thus no reason to get out of bed during the day if I can sleep
3. I don’t try to have a life when I’m on night shift, so thus I prioritize sleep after work instead of trying to stay up as I would with day shift.
4. Sometimes patients actually sleep
5. Sometimes there is a 4am lull… until about 6 when the world wakes up again
6. No one calls you before noon on your days off, just in case you worked the night shift. They don’t know your schedule so they make it a rule!
7. No rounding at night.

Comment deletion

I have started some housekeeping, and although I like to keep the comment section open to everyone, I have been getting some spam. So if I have deleted comments, it's only because they are trying to advertise.

I otherwise will leave all comments, good or bad. :)

The many ways to say "Nurse"

The many ways to say Nurse:

NURSE! NURSE!! (spoken like a seal, often repeated numerous times, elderly gentleman are predisposed)

NuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUURSE? (by little old ladies who need something that is sitting beside them at the bedside table)

nurse? (by the patient, typically a young college student, who is scared about their condition and needs support)

$(%*#)@)*#$$*#(!!! Nurse @@#$#)($*$* (your average drug seeker/chronic paineur who was just told they could not have their morphine/dilaudid/Demerol/fentenyl combo)

nnnuURSE! (For the less/non-urgents when they are asking, AGAIN, how long the doctor is going to be so they can get a note for missing work because of their cough.)

NURSE?!?!!??!? for the boarded and collared guy who denied nausea x5 and then feels the need to vomit RIGHT NOW.

Nosicomial Paraplegia

nosicomial= hospital acquired
paraplegia= lack of use of legs, or, lack of being able to walk or help oneself onto the commode or bed, or even lift oneself up into a seated position to get whatever you need from the bedside table.

Random suggestion:

If you buy a ring because it’s cool, and buy it a bit snug, and not realize that the metal used is one of the hardest metals out there, DO NOT PUT IT ON YOUR FINGER. Buy a bigger size. Seriously. We needed 3 pairs of ring clippers to get that stupid thing off you.

Crying

I am a sucker for animal commercials, commercials from a telecommunications company that has a man at Vimy ridge call his grandfather, or movies with an old man longing to take adventures with his wife and flies his balloon house with an annoying boy scout. Oh and girlie sappy movies. I cry like a baby to the point that my fiance brings extra napkins “just in case”.

I do not cry at work. Have never even been tempted- even when I’m overwhelmed. I have seen numerous people die, families crying, bad things happen, but I don’t cry. Internally I feel bad for the family, but I have never been emotionally connected.

But then you bring a puppy dog in and they don’t have a home and I’m waterworks.

Perhaps this is my way of coping- I invest my emotions in something not real.

Thoughts?