July 23, 2006, 4:07 pm

Wake Me UP, Before I Go-Go


“Gee Mom, I just fell off a swing, did you have to come dressed in mourning clothes?”

Do people even use handkerchiefs anymore?

This must have come from the “assess the patient fully draped with hands on hips before you let them in” era of ER medicine.

With a security guard checking for pelvic fractures through a blanket!

Ah, they don’t make ’em like that anymore!

Oh, and notice how they blurred the edges of the car to give the impression of speed?

Look at the front wheels of the gurney. They are going in opposite directions.

That gurney is stationary.

Nothin’ gets past me!


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What? You don’t blog often enough to submit to both?

Well you obviously have a life!

But for the benefit of those of us whose love for blogging makes Rhett Butler’s love for Scarlett O’Hara look like a high school crush, pull a good one from your archives and send it to moi!


Okay, it’s like a bazillion degrees here in the City (Area) by the Bay, and my boycott of Borders is in full swing here at my local Starbucks. Peter Gabriel on the satellite radio.

I can dig it.

Everyone has droopy hair, make up that looks like a Salvador Dali painting and (as the B52s put it in “Love Shack”:) wearin’ next to nothin’ cause it’s hot as an oven!

Except for me, because if I was wearin’ next to nothin’, I’d be arrested as a public nuisance.

You know, Herb Cain used to call San Francisco “Baghdad by the Bay”.

I think the only thing we have in common this week is the heat….

Lets put it this way.

It is so hot here that a twelve-pack of diet Pepsi that was in my car exploded.

Most people try to fry an egg on the street, I explode diet Pepsi.

I didn’t know Pepsi could boil…..


They got me.

Work calls me at home.

I’m asleep.

Daughter hands me the phone.

Still asleep, “Hello?”

“Hi Kim, this is Designated Charge Nurse. Esteemed co-worker needs surgery and is “out for the count”. We need someone for Thursday (4 hours) and for 12 hours on Saturday.”

Still half dreaming, “Okay, let me look for my schedule.”

I then beging to stumble about the house looking for a purse I cannot find probably because my eyes are closed.

I groggily reply: “Designated Charge Nurse, I cannot find my purse. But I’ll do it.”

After which I fell upon the couch and relapsed into a deep comatic sleep.

Only to wake up to find I had committed myself to sixteen extra hours.

New Rule in House: Do NOT Wake Me up If Work Calls. Take message instead and I will call back.

I am not responsible for things said when semi-comatose.


  • Melissa

    July 23, 2006 at 5:08 pm

    That is a very good rule to have in place. I have had many conversations while half asleep and it sure is hard to remember some of them.

  • MotherJonesRN

    July 23, 2006 at 10:53 pm

    Girl! Exploding soda in your car? Eeewww, I bet that was fun to clean up. I didn’t know Pepsi had a boiling point. Live and learn.

    Mother Jones RN

  • geena

    July 24, 2006 at 3:41 pm

    Aw man – exploding soda. That’s bad.

    The weather here is simply unholy. I do not like it.

  • Flygal

    July 25, 2006 at 1:58 am

    If you are half asleep you can say something and then forget about it. So it’s better not to promise smth, in order not to fail them. It’s a good rule! Surely.

  • Xango

    February 19, 2007 at 2:29 am

    i agree with flygal.


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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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