June, 2006 Archive

June 6, 2006, 2:36 am

Student Support


Did anyone out there have a Future Nurses Club?

I’d have joined in a minute.

There are a lot of student nurses out there trying to work, often full time, take classes and maintain/raise a family.

Our fellow nurse student bloggers have ads on their blogs and we can support them by clicking on the links or ordering our amazon.com items through their sites.

One of the advantages of the blogosphere is that we are able to help each other. For instance, one of our favorite NP students at The Nurse Practitioner’s Place offers various options for those who would like to help.

I chose to help through Pay Pal, although I think I have the entire amazon.com inventory in my house.

So when you read the blogs by students, both nursing and medical, remember to give them a “shout out” financially when you can.

It makes things so much easier when you are trying to do it all.

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June 5, 2006, 9:40 pm

If It Makes You Happy, Then Why The Hell Am I So Sad?


Oh geeze, what a crybaby!

They put Sudafed behind the counter and now he’s too shy to ask for it!

I used to work in the Middle of the Methamphetamine Manufacturing Community.

Yep, those were the days.

Under forty with a tachycardia?

Don’t deny it. Don’t even go there!

‘Course, we’d catch it on a urine tox anyway and the patient would always be astounded, like there was such a thing as “second hand meth inhalation”.

Do me a favor and tell me if I have a tatoo that says “Stupid” on my forehead?

Anyway, this guy probably realized all he could make out of Benadryl was something that would make him sleep for twelve hours and then give him a hangover for another twelve.

Either that or he just realized he’d scheduled himself to work the night of the American Idol finale.

Been there, done that.


A Patient Encounter In Verse

by: Kim, RN


The unit had settled
Down to a dull roar,
When my next ER patient
Rolled through the door.

The medics of county
He doth abuse,
For the 911 System
He chooseth to use.

For chest pain he had
Or so he had said,
So we took his report
And we put him to bed.

I’d met him before,
Quite intelligent, he,
When not reeking of whiskey and feces
And pee.

For although his call
Was indeed a cry
For help, it was not
The dreaded MI.

The first question he asked
As his blood was taken,
Was could he have food?
And did we have bacon?

Why, how long had it been,
Since he last ate?
He said two days
Since he saw his last plate.

But he was not homeless,
Lived not on the street.
So why did this poor man
Have nothing to eat?

On alcohol intake,
This man had no handle.
It seems that is his best friend
Was “Mr.” Jack Daniels.

As nerves in his body
Began to awake,
He asked for a drug
So that he would not shake.

Of this we gave freely
Along with a meal,
And a dose of compassion
To go with the deal.

With EKG normal
Enzymes not elevated,
The patient was calmer
Although not sedated.

It’s time for discharge!
The ED doc said,
No need to keep!
(Patient thought he had the whole night to sleep.)

So I phoned his wife,
To come pick up her “pup”,
She said some choice words,
and then she hung up!

I went to the room,
What options were left?
I told him no ride home
That he was bereft.

I’ll call a taxi,
But he had no fare.
How’d he get Jack Daniels
From the thin air?

In my green scrubs I stood
There in defiance,
Hands on hips I sure looked like
The Jolly Green Giant!

For I had discovered
To my chagrin,
That this was the tenth time
This patient was in.

Each time via medics,
Each time with faux pain,
For a meal and a bed
He thought he would gain.

Compassion, my middle name
Tenderness, rote
But the fact is this patient
had “gotten my goat”

By “playing the system”
It made my blood boil,
I said he lacked wisdom
But still I did toil.

My City’s Finest
When called, did insist
What was known as a “drunk tank”
No longer exists.

They’d have to arrest,
That, I did not want.
This man was no criminal,
Just a bit of a sot!

So I said with vehemence
More than I felt,
That I’d give him a voucher
But then, no more help.

For awhile before going he asked
If he could sleep,
I told him “no”,
That his care was complete.

The taxi it took him,
Right to his front door.
He walked out of the ER,
Thanking me at the door.

Mission accomplished!
ED doc was glad.
But if it makes you so happy,
Why the hell am I so sad?

For my patient was gentle
When sober, so docile,
Would it have been wrong,
If he slept for awhile?

We can’t be co-dependents,
Can’t encourage behavior,
You can’t change a man,
Play the role of his “savior.

But a nurse it does hurt,
when you have to be rough.
The worst lesson of all?
Sometimes Love must be tough.


(And a hat tip to Sheryl Crow for the title post, a slight change on her lyric to her great song, “If It Makes You Happy”)

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June 3, 2006, 2:44 pm

CHANGE OF SHIFT – June 22, 2006

Is this how nurses handled a “Code Brown” in the old days?

This was definitely before my time!

Nurses, ya gotta love ’em.

Even when it’s chemical warfare, they’re still all in white!

But I’d put my cap on top of the mask. I mean really, are they truly in uniform without it?

They look like something in an old horror “B” movie from the fifties.

Oh, what the guys from Mystery Science Theater 3000 (RIP) could have done with this one!


Okay, Volume One, Number One of “Change of Shift – A Nursing Blog Carnival” will go “live” on June 22, 2006, right here at Emergiblog.

Deadline for submissions is June 21, 2006 at 5:00 PM PDT.

Follow the link for information on where to send your submission. You can go directly through me, or you can go through BlogCarnival.

  • To start, “Change of Shift” will post every other Thursday beginning July 13th.
  • I’ll want to work out any bugs and see how the first one goes.
  • I am under the impression that T-Mobile has many wireless internet locations in the Republic of Ireland and I intend to go try them out (if you get my drift).

Shane and I are working on some design changes for the “Change of Shift” link above, and while it is still, technically, Emergiblog, it will eventually contain the days of the “carnival”, the “archives” and maybe even a schedule of hosts if it really takes off.

Okay, folks, it’s really happening!


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My name is Kim, and I'm a nurse in the San Francisco Bay area. I've been a nurse for 33 years; I graduated in 1978 with my ADN. My experience is predominately Emergency and Critical Care, and I have also worked in Psychiatry and Pediatrics. I made the decision to be a nurse back in 1966 at the age of nine...

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