Med-Surg, Mustangs, & Barbra

There are more Mustangs in the city of Dallas than there are anywhere in the US.  This isn't official facts, just an observation by yours truly.  I've seen more Mustangs on the road here than I've seen anywhere in my life.  Probably all put together, even.  -- and no, this isn't "blue car syndrome," because I don't own one, and I've never really been a fan of Mustangs.  Two people downstairs have matching silver Mustang convertibles.  There's two other Mustangs that park right in front of my building.  Yeah, there's only like a dozen (give or take) apartments in my building and there's at least 4 Mustangs here.  - My complex is huge.  I couldn't even tell you how many apts are here (There's tons of buildings) and driving around you can see soo many Mustangs - and that's only counting the ones that park in the lot.  Who knows how many are parked in their garages! (We all have our own garage)

Worked last night.  Did a shift on Med/Surg.  Oh, M/S how I've missed thee.  Not really, but kinda.  I think if I knew what I was doing, it'd be ok.  But I didn't get oriented to the floor, so I hit the ground running.   Didn't know where my patients rooms were, or where the meds were kept, yadda yadda.  ~~I'd worked last week for this hospital, but they sent me to postpartum, and oriented me there.  I probably should have had at least a few minutes of someone showing me what's where, and how things are done for them.  I asked a bunch of questions, and while nobody was rude, they just didn't have the time to show me what I needed to be doing.  I came home and thought of all the things I didn't do.  I didn't chart that I handed off communication, or do a shift summary.  I didn't chart against a careplan.  I didn't chart pain re-assessments.  Those are just the things I know I didn't do.  *shrug*  But my patients were all alive, and safe.  They were medicated.  I drew & sent their labs.  They had no complaints of care... and isn't that what it's all about?  Just keeping your head above water?  5 patients, plus an 11pm admission (making it your 6th) was a busy night.  I'd be glad to do it all again.  I am clearly a glutton for punishment.

I thought I blogged this, but I don't see it anywhere.  I think it's kinda sad that the MD upstairs moved out.  I thought it was funny to see in my building, an MD on the 3rd floor, an RN on the 2nd, and some cops living on the 1st.

Went to work on Saturday night, but they cancelled me... and forgot to tell me.  They're paying me 2 hours for "time & trouble".  Since I was in the area, I decided to pop into Ikea.  Saw a bed, and a rug, and a few other things I'd like to have.  But I'm not going to buy them... Why furnish or decorate your home if you don't live there.  It's the middle of May, and I've slept in my house exactly 2 nights this year.  -Everyone keeps asking me when I'm going to come back and stop traveling.  I continue to say that I see no end in sight for this lifestyle.

Anyway, at Ikea.  Bought an aloe vera plant while I was there.  Not sure if I'm going to move it with me, or if I'll murder it when my assignment is up.  I named her Barbra.  (Bah-bra).  Was going to name her Aloishes P. McGuillicudy Jr, (or however the hell you spell it) but thought I need to get an original name.. can't keep naming my plants after other peoples' plants.  (Andrew Nelson the 43rd will remain, however, because it's a perfect, proper, and fitting name).  She's quite beautiful, and yet so ugly.  Great condition, healthy, and firm.  But her stems go all crazy and splay out in a haphazard way.  I haven't decided if it's pretty the way she's all jacked, or if she really is all fucked up, but healthy.  She is hanging out on my dresser for now.  Will reassess in a few weeks, to decide whether I've fallen in love with her and she's worth the trouble moving, or not.

I have a thing for naming my plants.  It started with a bromeliad that I got at a Cake concert once back in the 90's.  I named her Claire Danes.  not all of my plants have been named, but certain ones garner such affection.  *shrug*  I have no kids.  I have no pets.  I have houseplants... sometimes I let them live, and sometimes I murder them.