Thursday, September 25, 2008
Thursday, September 18, 2008
I'm also doing better in terms of taking care of my health. I'm down 22 pounds since NCLEX, we're consistently eating better and getting more exercise and activity. I still haven't figured out how to keep the house from becoming a disaster, but I imagine that will come together at some point.
I find myself wanting to talk about some of the things I see at work, but I'm not sure how to approach them. My impulse is to describe some of the crazy, gory, astonishing physical problems I encounter on a daily basis, but that's only part of the picture. I also have to balance a thousand details, make & receive a thousand phone calls, keep track of a thousand medications and associated assessments (how much insulin does my patient need? gotta check the blood sugar!), and answer a thousand questions. It's no wonder that I come home exhausted.
By the way - don't squirt a solution of heroin into your eyeball. Kthx.
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Where I had 5 patients in the course of my shift, one of whom spoke only Spanish. And was going home. And needed teaching about his new colostomy. My Spanish is really not up to the task.
Then my night-shift coworkers didn't come get report from me until 15 minutes after I was supposed to be gone.
Now I'm going to sleep the sleep of the dead. And luxuriate in my four days off.