January 16, 2006, 11:39 pm
Why, yes! It’s Ozzie, Harriet, David and Ricky singing…no, gargling with Listerine!
Actually, I can’t dis this ad because I love the Nelsons and in my family that would be considered sacrilege.
But, it did remind me that Emergiblog has a post in the “Best of Me Symphony” this week over at Gary’s “The Owner’s Manual”. It’s like a carnival, except that the post submitted must be at least two months old. Very eclectic!
By the way, I would rather have a cold than gargle with Listerine…..
This is why I rarely go to staff parties. It’s not that I’m antisocial – far from it! Say that this Elmer guy is actually “Dr. Elmer”, neurosurgeon.
It would be very hard not to burst out laughing with this image in my head the next time I had to work with him. It would probably go something like this:
Dr. Elmer: “Nurse Kim, this patient needs a brain operation, STAT!”
Not very professional.
And let’s not even think of how seriously my co-workers would take me after observing the effects of just a wee bit o’ ETOH. It would be the talk of the hospital. They’d post photos in the cafeteria. They’d run it as a news crawl on CNN.
And worst of all, I might have to take Pepto Bismol.
I was once a psych nurse. I was burnt to the proverbial crisp after 10 years of critical care when a position opened in a local community inpatient psychiatric unit. I was hired.
And I was excited. Not only was I going to be working in a different field but I was going to be able to wear regular clothes!
No more uniforms!
I adjusted my wardrobe accordingly and my closet was full of new, professional wear. I began my psychiatric career looking like I belonged on “LA Law”. Dresses. Suits. Heels!
My unit was an “open” unit that was directly adjacent to the “locked” unit – the entire floor was designated for mental health.
My very first shift was the usual awkward time of learning the layout of the unit, shadowing the staff and learning the routine. It was around lunch time and I was alone at the nurses’ station reading policies when I heard over the loud speaker:
“CODE BLUE: FOURTH FLOOR ROOM 5689”
Oh my god….that’s over in the locked unit!
I may not be able to cure schizophrenia, but by god, I can work a code! So, in my new forrest green, belted dress with flared skirt and my Manolo Blahnik heels (okay, they were really Mervyns brand. On sale.) I ran through the door to the locked unit that was now open to allow staff in for the code blue.
I was the first person in the unit as the door was only about 50 feet from where I was standing.
Where the hell was everybody? Way down at the end of the hall was one staff person standing by a code cart that was out in the hall. Huh?
I ran, oh so professionally, down the hall and came to a crashing halt at the door to the patient’s room. There was no way in hell I was entering that room. The only person in the room was the patient.
Spurting blood. From both wrists. And holding a knife.
The code team had been right behind me. The ER doc told the patient to drop the knife, and by this time the patient was woozy enough to comply. The code team then took over, suturing the wounds and stabilizing the patient.
The room looked like a war zone. Blood covered every surface, including the ceiling. The knife was a typical butter knife, the kind served with meals, the kind that you wouldn’t think would be provided in a locked unit.
I wobbled unsteadily back to my assigned unit on my cheap Mervyn’s pumps.
From then on I wore nothing but pants, polo shirts, sweaters and running shoes.
What the hell was I thinking?
Sometimes you just have to learn the hard way.
I spent almost 2 1/2 years working in psychiatric nursing. Loved it. Great patients. Great staff. Then boredom set in, ER beckoned and I’ve worked there pretty much since.
Maybe someday I’ll tell the story of the night my patient ran out onto the roof!
And no, I wasn’t wearing heels that shift…….
January 13, 2006, 9:35 am
Why yes, you can train to be a nurse and learn how to place your face inside a big white hammock!
You can go visit the Carnival of Satire over at “The Skwib” and check out all the, well, satire! Parody counts, too and Emergiblog’s “Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Emergency Department” made it into this week’s list of postings.
I’m heading over to read the other postings now, why not do the same?