November 22, 2005, 12:59 am
I love Grand Rounds.
It’s like sitting down with a wonderful anthology every week.
This week Geena is hosting over at Code Blog, where she has put together a compendium of the latest in the medical blogosphere.
Grab your laptop, get your coffee, put your feet up and enjoy Grand Rounds 2.09!
November 21, 2005, 11:22 pm
I’ve known a few of these nurses.
To be honest, after twelve hours of running during a shift-from-hell, I’ve been this nurse. More than once. I hearby apologize to all the patients stuck with me as
their triage nurse on those days.
How can it be that I leave the house in one condition: hair blown dry and meticulously styled, make-up done so well that Mary Kay herself would have applauded, scrubs crisp but comfortable, the very slightest hint of citrus wafting in the breeze as I bounce to the car in anticipation of my workday….
…..and by the time I get home I smell like the Oakland Raiders’ locker room after a game, my scrubs are sticky, my hair is drooping, my eyeliner is somewhere south of my chin and I feel like a beat-up hockey puck?
Did I ever really believe that nursing was glamourous? What the hell was I thinking?
And now, an Emergiblog Public Service Announcement:
Driving at night can be hazardous to your memory.
My last shift was a doozy. Non-stop running. It seemed as though the proverbial bus was letting patients out in one continual stream. I was exhausted by the end of my twelve hours and more than relieved to slide into the driver’s seat to head for home.
It was the middle of the night and traffic was minimal as I headed north on Highway 101. The radio was putting out some good tunes. Matchbox 20. Gwen Stefani. Eagles. I harmonized along (Don Henley, eat your heart out!). I was tired, but not sleepy. The night was cool and I cracked the window open for some fresh air.
I drove smoothly along and soon I came up on the San Francisco International Airport.
I don’t live near the San Francisco airport. In fact, my exit was twenty miles behind me.
I was so shocked it took me a few seconds to get my bearings. I had no memory of the trip past my exit or how I had gotten that far down the freeway without realizing it. Scared the hell out of me. It’s a good thing I snapped out of whatever reverie I was in or I would have ended up in Marin County.
I’m just thankful I didn’t fall asleep at the wheel.
So all you nurses working long hours and driving at night, don’t contribute to the nursing shortage by becoming trauma patients yourselves.
Stay awake. Stay alert.
Be careful out there.
Am I wrong to admit that my favorite Peanuts character is Pig Pen? Is it possible that deep in my soul I’m a rugged individualist, a rule breaker, a limit-pusher, a risk taker with an overarching disregard for societal norms regarding human appearance, completely apathetic to the opinions of those who would criticize?
I just hate housework.
I did, however, do a bit of “housework” on the blog. I have organized my Blog Roll Call, for starters. I removed a ton of linkage from my button list. As a new blogger, I signed up for every blog service and counter I saw, thinking that, well, that was what bloggers did! Ha! Now I am a veteran of the blogosphere and realize that a cluttered template is a bad template! I can rest easier, my obsessive-compulsive need for organization quieted by the knowledge that my blog is free of extraneous propaganda.
I appear to be suffering from blogorrhea – the need to blog when one has nothing of import to say. The cure is sleep. I shall prescribe myself eight hours and return to see if this still looks as witty when I wake up as it does at 0330.
UPDATE: It looked better at 0330. But I love the Pig Pen cartoon so I’ll post it anyway!