Ok....sure?

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote an open response to an article that basically had the dirt/detests of a former nurse. Come to find out the blog no longer exists. Interesting. Anyway, it's been an interesting past couple of weeks. Just this day last week, I was sledding in 4-5 inches of snow and a bit of ice, waiting to see if I got the day off from work (which I did). And now? It's sunny, 60 degrees and I've got the living room window open as I write this. Got to Skype with a friend from work this morning while he's off in Thailand for the next near 2 years, which of course is always a pleasure :) Last Tuesday had me hanging out with the old folks in light of the events from the previous post. There are two things I actually enjoy about working over there. First being that the night goes by incredibly fast, second being I always sleep really well. These two were no exception, for the night was very busy. Some of the older folks were quite amusing, and I received several threats to be sued....yeah right. And of course there is a picture (that being my reaction to receiving a sue threat after I wouldn't unfasten the wheelchair strap).

Oh, you'll sue me? All righty...let's see how that goes

By the end of the night, I was pretty bleedin' exhausted. I also experienced something unexpected too. Me and another staff member were helping get a confused and scared patient back into bed. Mind you, she wasn't the tiniest thing on the planet. I turned my back for a second and got a foot to the back of my chest. Knocked the wind out of me for a second. Still a bit sore today. Hoping I didn't break something. :/ On top of that one patient wanted my attention every chance she got. Couldn't tell me what she needed half the time, but yeah. That got pretty old fast.

If my body had a face that day...

The most frustrating thing about working that unit is that it is so easy to lose your cool and your patience, but most of the people there can't help what they say or do. They're scared, confused, away from their comforts being constantly surrounded by strange people. It's hard to empathize sometimes, but let me tell you my patience muscles get exercised every time I work over there. It's not only physically exhausting but mentally as well. Needless to say I was happy to be back on my unit when I worked this weekend. Then I had to deal with a dead husband picking somebody up up front, waving at the clouds, knocking teeth out (not really), and all sorts of general unit weirdness. Thank goodness for meds! Ahh but heck, I really do love my job with all my heart. I just enjoy sharing my endeavors that sometimes frustrate/scare/irritate me, but truthfully I'm never bored. Even on the dullest day something makes me smile, cringe or want to scream. Got home a bit late last night; had to deal with some unexpected sickness, but hopefully all is well. Off until Thursday.

Me by the end of the week