Euphemisms

* Potassium Push.
* Pillow Treatment.
* A-line to Low Continuous Wall Suction.

Just a few euphemisms I've heard on the job. :)
#3 is my personal favorite - all credit to Dr. Bhandari for that one!

The Pits.

Being sick is the pits.

Working through it & pretending you're fine is a great coping mechanism - though it sucks, because in the long run, your body is still being run ragged.

Took care of a lady with a HgB of 4.6 the other night - Fibroids & anemia. Sad. She got 4 units of blood. I hope she's doing well.

Dating: Not in a few months. Took a break from the scene for a while. Torn between going back to dating, or focusing my energies on myself (which I find way more rewarding.)

Random Sputterings

So sleepy, but figured I'd write just because.

Random sputterings = interesting reads in the future.

Clusterfuck @ work when I came in at 3pm. It's a fucking wonder I was able to leave @ midnight. I actually would've even left "on time" @11:30 had the others been ready for report. It frustrates me when I give report to several nurses. (My load is oft split when I leave). ANd it irks me even more so when they act like they've got all the time in the world to take report - like they're in no hurry. Stupid.

Couldn't kill them to get report @ 5 minutes to 11... or even at 11pm! Instead, they wait 'till 1130. *sigh* whatever. Had a lady with K+ of 2.5. She got moved off our floor to a telemetry room just as soon as I showed up. (She was supposed to be my patient). We had 2 others @ 3pm transferred to a tele bed. A "frequent flyer" d/c'd, and a most hideously obnoxious pt d/c'd to a rehab facility. ... only to be turned down admission by the facility while en route!

Trans-Med had to turn around & bring her right back. She wasn't gone 1/2 hour! What a waste of paperwork, eh?! Like I said, clusterfuck.

And then at 4, we had 2 fresh surgeries hit the floor at the same time. *sigh* Both our techs were in a "mandatory staff meeting!" I have no idea what this meeting was about. I was clearly too busy to attend!

Inertia

Didn't do much of anything today. Read a bit. Lost an auction at the last 30 seconds on a lot of books I'd wanted to read. Bummed, because they're out of print, but I guess not altogether impossible to find. Besides, I've got like 4 books coming from Amazin in the next week or 2. I think I'll be ok.

Actually, went for a walk-jog this morning before I went to bed. I'm completely out of shape, & last night (this morning) there was a mini "Eureka!" moment where I had a little inspiration that created energy, I couldn't deny it. I've lost a couple pounds since January, but not much. I'm starting to feel like I'm finally 100% normal again - I don't need to baby my body anymore. I'm no longer losing countless units of blood, and I no longer feel as though my abdomen might split back wide open. It's time for me to work with this body of mine - Time to let my body work for me once again. Inertia is powerful, but I've got to start somewhere, I guess.

I don't want to be a hardbody, & I definitely don't want to be that 128-lb rib-sticking-out waif that I was back in the ex-mex days. I'm just ready to feel like I did when I was 23: 145 lbs, perfect size 12. Still clumsy, but in shape enough to climb up onto things without worrying of my fat ass tumbling.

I'm ready to go back to the carefree days where my body & I work as one, not fighting every step, every breath.

Maybe I'll work out again tonight before bed, too.

At Death...

The energy doesn't cease
at the moment the
electrical impulses do.

Something stays around,
if just for a minute or two.
Something hears
death's reaction.

Hearing is the last to go.
And so, I often talk
to the newly dead.
Assuage them.
Let their last inputs
be postive,
encouraging ones.

Who's to say there's
no understanding-
that electrical inputs
are no longer being
received by the brain?