January, 2007 Archive

January 10, 2007, 10:43 am

$5000 in Nursing Scholarships!

5000This is big!

You can earn a scholarship to nursing school!

Nursing Jobs.org has announced the availability of $5000 in nursing scholarships.

Are you attending, or planning to attend an accredited US nursing program?

Then you are eligible!

First place is $3500 dollars!

It’s an essay competition so if you can write, you can be the recipient of money for nursing school.

Check out the requirements on the Nursing Jobs.org site – be sure to scroll down for the details.



It’s that time of year again!

Riders are registering for the Pan-Massachusetts Challenge, a 192 mile, two day bicycle ride across the state.

In its 27th year as the main fundraising event for the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute, the event raises money for oncology programs and cancer research.

Last year they raised $26 million dollars.

This year, for the second time, fellow blogger Dr. Sam Blackman of Blog, MD is putting on his biker shorts and making the trip in honor of his patients.

You can read their stories here, at Ride For Them 2007.

Please join me in supporting Dr. Sam in this endeavor by making a donation in support of his ride and the fight against cancer.

You can find the details here.

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January 9, 2007, 12:00 pm

A Nursing Travel Agency is Born!

awardVoting for the 2006 Medical Blog Awards is in progress!

Emergiblog has been nominated for two awards this year!

If you haven’t voted yet, take the time to check out the nominees and vote here.

Thanks to those who have cast their votes for Emergiblog, but remember that whomever you vote for, the important thing is that you vote!

My name is Kim and I approved this message.


Are you a nurse that has always wanted to work travel assignments but weren’t quite sure how to begin?

Well, as of today you have a new option!

Nursing Jobs.org has launched their new nursing travel agency, called “Nursing Jobs, LLC”.

So what makes the new company different from any other travel agency?

Nursing Jobs, LLC focuses on the nurse. Other companies receive requests and find the nurse to fill the job. Nursing Jobs, LLC finds the nurse and then locates just the right job for him/her. Their slogan says it all: Amazing People Deserve Amazing Jobs.


I’m excited about the new venture because I have worked with the man “behind the scenes” for a year.

You’ve seen me mention Shane, my “web guy” a few times before. Well trust me, he’s more than Emergiblog’s 24/7 consultant! Shane is the man behind nursingjobs.org and the nursing blog community known as “Nursing Voices” (of which I am a proud member!). When he says that Nursing Jobs, LLC wants to take care of nurses you can believe it!

Shane is working with the Nursing Jobs, LLC Director of Nursing to find the very best jobs for those nurses who want travel assignments. Right now, there are assignments in Orlando, Florida just ripe for the picking!

Better yet, they come with a sign-on bonus!


Shane’s company “Three-Twenty Interactive” took Emergiblog to the next level. Let Nursing Jobs, LLC take your career to the next level.

Grab that resume and see what Nursing Jobs, LLC has to offer. You’ll be glad you did.

Amazing People Deserve Amazing Jobs.

Your journey starts here.

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11:27 am

“The First Draft”: A Medical Medblogging Project


Take nine bloggers, ask them to write a story.

No problem, right?

Now tell them they can only write one sentence at a time and they can only write their next sentence after four other bloggers have done the same!

What do you get?

Well, you don’t get Mark Twain, that’s for sure!

But you do get a very unique story combining pie crumbs, puffer fish and a coniving female who will never do the macarena!

And so, for your enjoyment I now present “The First Draft” as written by me (bowing), Maria at Intueri, Dr. Schwab at Surgeonsblog, Barbados Butterfly, Keith at Digital Doorway, the Shiny Happy Person at Trick Cycling for Beginners, Dr. Charles, the Tundra PA and our favorite Dr. Dork!

(PS: I read this book on Mark Twain and it is fantastic!)


There was a lot of blood on the floor.

His foggy mind focused on the congealing pool closest to his head—-and the large shard of aquarium glass with green algae on one side—-and two thoughts circled each other: why doesn’t anything hurt, and where was his brand-new poisonous puffer fish? John’s first question was answered almost immediately as he tried to lift himself up off the floor.

Still leaking blood, which oozed slowly, as if afraid of what it would find, was another body, parallel to his own, head tilted away, neck twisted hard to the back.

He sighed with irritation; when he’d woken refreshed this morning between the Egyptian 700 thread count sateen sheets that Sadie had brought back from Paris he’d anticipated that today would proceed smoothly.

Whenever Sadie was involved, though, nothing went smoothly: was it really that surprising that both she and John were vying for the exact same puffer fish that promised not only a financial reward of exactly 3.14159 million dollars, but also the guaranteed opportunity to work with the exacting Dr. Crust, who was internationally revered for his research in the use of pies as drug delivery systems?

He wiggled his fingers and toes and all seemed in working order, although there was tingling in his left ring and middle fingers and the left pinky was completely numb, leading him to wonder about possible nerve damage. His mind still on pies and puffer fish, John dragged himself towards the other body, afraid to look, though certain in his own mind of whose body it was.

He gasped in horror.

It was as if he were looking in a mirror: for years he’d had dreams—nightmares, really—of having a twin, but he’d dismissed them because they only occurred after Chinese take-out. Looking into his own glassy, lifeless eyes, he saw his own terror returning tenfold. He stumbled backwards and something fell from the pocket of his scrubs: the crumbled remnants of a pork pie.

“Damn!” John said to himself; not only had he lost the puffer fish he had intended to use to ingratiate himself to Dr. Crust, not only had he awoken to find his long lost twin brother lying dead beside him, but that traitor Sadie had incredibly eaten the last slice of pork pie and then stuffed the crust mockingly into his pocket before sneaking off.

But had she discovered the polonium-210?

John wasn’t sure what upset him more, the fact that Sadie may have discovered the secret to pies with wrinkle-defying moisturizer or the fact that his identical twin was the ugliest person he had ever seen in his entire life. But since there was no time to ponder such imponderables, he forced himself to his feet and headed toward the door, pausing, for old time’s sake, for the last time to lick the algae off the aquarium glass.

Mmm… tastes like pork pie, he mused to himself before his attention was drawn to the shifting, prickly sensation near his groin. The genetically modified puffer fish—the single, viable specimen—was poised in his lap, venomous teeth preparing to bite.

He was unaware that the puffer fish, intended for sushi, had been fed the stolen polonium-210. In its radioactive fury it had grown to immense proportions, puffing its chest in and out like a bull about to charge.

John knew he was just seconds away from becoming a soprano unless he was able to dislodge this massive sea creature from his nether regions.

His mind raced, faster and faster, sifting, sorting until it landed on the fire extinguisher hanging on the wall: could he use it as a puffer slougher?

When he saw his mind splattered on the fire extinguisher, he gingerly touched his head, felt the sticky blood oozing from the gaping hole near his ear, and wondered how he managed to launch his mind out of his skull at such a high velocity. Acting purely on innate survival instinct, John grabbed the tail of the fish, a split second before its jaws closed, and hurled it away towards the door, which opened to reveal someone he knew only too well.

“Dr. Crust… uh… how, uh… sir, sorry, I thought you were coming tomorrow,” John stammered, automatically reaching to straighten his tie. The enraged puffer fish dropped from where it had struck the wall above the door, and viciously latched itself to Dr. Crust’s nose!

“Aahhh, yes!” Dr. Crust screamed in simultaneous pain and rapture. “At last you have brought me my precious!”

Despite the preternatural grip that said fish had upon his facial protuberance, Dr. Crust smiled triumphantly and began to hum a tune: “The Dance of the Puffer Fish”. In disbelief, John stared as the puffer flopped to the floor and began, artlessly but in time to the music, to “dance”, while Dr. Crust laughed demonically and surreptitiously reached into his hip pocket. He pulled out a slender gold chain from which dangled a small, empty vial, an open locket that contained a sepia-tinted photograph of a smiling Sadie, and a flour-dusted hand mixer.

John spluttered in confusion: “I don’t understand this, Crust—what’s going on here?”

“Sadie left you this morning for dead, selfishly hoping to reach me first,” Dr. Crust explained, “she inexplicably forgot the puffer fish that promised a financial reward of exactly 3.14159 million dollars and the opportunity to work with me… perhaps it was the horror she felt after she killed your long lost twin who had coincidentally shown up that morning after his 30-year, worldwide search for you… sucks for him…” Dr. Crust shook his head.

“But,” he continued. “He really was the ugliest person I had ever seen and I still intend to open the biggest, the best and the only chain of fast-food sushi stores this side of Tokyo; how sad for Sadie that the only fish she’ll be working with will be a Filet-o-Fish sandwich from McDonalds.”

John was flabbergasted, and barely managed to blurt out: “We can’t let her get away with this, especially if she knows about the algae—and who taught the fish to dance?”

“As for her tenure at McDonalds,” replied Dr. Crust, “that may be a just reward for her maniacal egocentricity; however, as for the fish’s ability to do the merengue, that is another story altogether.”

“The merengue, Dr. Crust?” John asked angrily because the word on the street was that the pork pies would impart the ability to do the macarena!

“Won’t you join me?” Dr. Crust sweetly asked and, the anger melting from his heart and brains oozing from his skull, John, smitten, placed his arms around the good doctor and they began to dance along with the puffer fish, with smiles on all of their faces, before Dr. Crust remarked, “Now about that polonium puffer fish pie….”


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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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