that's right my friends. influenza is running amuck. 3 out of every 4 faces that darken the ER door way are complaining of flu like symptoms and most are testing positive for influenza A...whatever that means. i've been lucky enough so far in spite of some of the patrons best efforts to refrain from being infected myself. my advice if you're feeling fluish...drink plenty of fluids, take some over the counter pain reliever, and stay the hell out of the hospital so you don't catch something you really don't want like staph. sheesh.
now for more pressing matters. if there are any lawyers out there, could you check the current legislature for assaulting a coworker? i'm fairly certain duct tape doesn't count as a deadly weapon...at least as long as i only tape her mouth and not her nose. granted blocking off her airway is awfully tempting. if you can't breathe, you certainly can't talk and to date she's done more than enough of that. the talking itself might not be so bad if she didn't attempt to pass herself off as "supernurse" whenever there's a doctor within ear shot and talk down to the rest of us b/c well frankly we're not from texas. little does she know i've been from texas before and people like her make me want to keep that a secret. stupid mouthy bitch.
Friday, February 15, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
before you dial
i picked up the phone the other night at work and even now after a few decent days of sleep i'm still not sure why the call was made. there was a woman on the other end and she immediately began rambling on about her pregnant daughter. she wasn't quite to term and had already had a bout of "false labor." on this night she was having sharp pains in her abdomen and had vomitted a few times.
the woman: "we live an hour and a half away and we'd have to wait for the gas station to open before we could come up there. but we don't really want to drive all that way if it's just false labor so we're gonna give her some crackers and 7up. but she keeps having these pains in her belly and she's thrown up. but it's an hour and a half for us to get there. i think we're gonna just give her some crackers and 7up?" she took a breath.
me: "uh. ma'am...i'm REALLY not allowed to give you medical advice over the phone. however, i'd suggest you call her doctor."
the woman: "her doctor's doctor hill."
me: unsure as to what WHO her doctor is has to do with anything..."yes ma'am. i suggest you call him."
the woman: "do you have his number?"
me: wanting to scream at this point..."mmm...no i don't. if you call his office number he should have either an answering service that will page him or a doctor on call or at the very least an answering machine that will give you directions on what to do in an emergency."
the woman: "well...it's an hour to his office and it'd take us an hour and a half to get to you. she keeps having pains in her stomach and she's 35 weeks. do you think we should just give her some crackers and 7up?"
me: i swear i almost threw the phone at this point. "ma'am, i'm not allowed to give you medical advice of any kind over the phone. if you want over the phone advice you need to call her doctor."
the woman: "oh. you think i should call her doctor? ok. thanks."
some people are too stupid to live.
the woman: "we live an hour and a half away and we'd have to wait for the gas station to open before we could come up there. but we don't really want to drive all that way if it's just false labor so we're gonna give her some crackers and 7up. but she keeps having these pains in her belly and she's thrown up. but it's an hour and a half for us to get there. i think we're gonna just give her some crackers and 7up?" she took a breath.
me: "uh. ma'am...i'm REALLY not allowed to give you medical advice over the phone. however, i'd suggest you call her doctor."
the woman: "her doctor's doctor hill."
me: unsure as to what WHO her doctor is has to do with anything..."yes ma'am. i suggest you call him."
the woman: "do you have his number?"
me: wanting to scream at this point..."mmm...no i don't. if you call his office number he should have either an answering service that will page him or a doctor on call or at the very least an answering machine that will give you directions on what to do in an emergency."
the woman: "well...it's an hour to his office and it'd take us an hour and a half to get to you. she keeps having pains in her stomach and she's 35 weeks. do you think we should just give her some crackers and 7up?"
me: i swear i almost threw the phone at this point. "ma'am, i'm not allowed to give you medical advice of any kind over the phone. if you want over the phone advice you need to call her doctor."
the woman: "oh. you think i should call her doctor? ok. thanks."
some people are too stupid to live.
transition
recently i decided to exchange my scapel weilding for something a little less stressful...something i could do half asleep AND sitting on my duff. granted my current pay rate reflects the fact that i'm getting paid to sit on my ever widening arse but it's a nice change of pace and horribly entertaining most nights. i am the super night unit clerk of the local ER, which basically means i play with paper, answer the phone, and direct people to their appropriate waiting space.
i've only been working for about 3 weeks but i've figured out a few things and i'll list them here for your benefit.
1: if you've been sick for more than 2 days, haven't seen your doctor, and show up at the ER you will be ridiculed behind your back.
2: if you come in complaining of nondescript pain with no other symptoms, you'll be drug tested.
3: if you show up in the er more than 5 times a year without some major/chronic illness, you will be labelled as a frequent flyer and even though we're no longer leagally allowed to document such cases, mental notes are still made.
4: crazy isn't a legal diagnosis but i'm convinced it should be.
i've only been working for about 3 weeks but i've figured out a few things and i'll list them here for your benefit.
1: if you've been sick for more than 2 days, haven't seen your doctor, and show up at the ER you will be ridiculed behind your back.
2: if you come in complaining of nondescript pain with no other symptoms, you'll be drug tested.
3: if you show up in the er more than 5 times a year without some major/chronic illness, you will be labelled as a frequent flyer and even though we're no longer leagally allowed to document such cases, mental notes are still made.
4: crazy isn't a legal diagnosis but i'm convinced it should be.
Monday, May 08, 2006
day 1
i've had it. up. to. here. with people in general.
this past week at work, i was told somewhat politely that i was doing my job too well and that i might try backing off just a bit as it was making things difficult for some of my coworkers. now i'm not sure...as i keep getting an error message and a weird buzzing sound in my head each time i try to process that particular statement...but i think i was just asked to take more coffee breaks and pay less attention to detail. wanna know the scary part about that? i work in the healthcare industry. surgery no less. and the funny part? (if there is such a thing.) the hospital i work at is pushing it's new slogan "we strive for excellence" down out throats like...well nevermind. the only analogies i can think of at the moment are all extremely crude or grotesque. suffice it to say they're pushing it on us rather hard. i guess "we strive for mediocrity" was already taken.
on a slightly more personal note, the ex boyfriend turned booty call went off his friggin nut tonight when i revoked his sleepover pass. the nerve of me. how could i not understand that this was his first official day back to work and he was just exhausted beyond belief. having to actually get up before noon and be vertical for almost a full eight hours, i'm sure that's gotta be tough on a fellow. nevermind the fact that my alarm jars me awake at the very least four days a week at 4:20am and i rarely see my bed again before 10:00pm or that the two to three days i do have off a week i'm being smacked (literally) awake no later than 7:30am by a very active and somewhat demanding two year old. how could i NOT be sympathetic? certainly i went way too far pointing out that my decision really had very little to do with tonight's cancellation and everything to do with the pattern of me being pushed aside consistently for one piss poor excuse or another. surely i couldn't have actually meant it when i said his pass was only valid as long as things were working for the both of us and that if he didn't use it he would most certainly loose it. how could having sex once a month NOT be working for me? i mean really. how could i expect so much from one man?
this past week at work, i was told somewhat politely that i was doing my job too well and that i might try backing off just a bit as it was making things difficult for some of my coworkers. now i'm not sure...as i keep getting an error message and a weird buzzing sound in my head each time i try to process that particular statement...but i think i was just asked to take more coffee breaks and pay less attention to detail. wanna know the scary part about that? i work in the healthcare industry. surgery no less. and the funny part? (if there is such a thing.) the hospital i work at is pushing it's new slogan "we strive for excellence" down out throats like...well nevermind. the only analogies i can think of at the moment are all extremely crude or grotesque. suffice it to say they're pushing it on us rather hard. i guess "we strive for mediocrity" was already taken.
on a slightly more personal note, the ex boyfriend turned booty call went off his friggin nut tonight when i revoked his sleepover pass. the nerve of me. how could i not understand that this was his first official day back to work and he was just exhausted beyond belief. having to actually get up before noon and be vertical for almost a full eight hours, i'm sure that's gotta be tough on a fellow. nevermind the fact that my alarm jars me awake at the very least four days a week at 4:20am and i rarely see my bed again before 10:00pm or that the two to three days i do have off a week i'm being smacked (literally) awake no later than 7:30am by a very active and somewhat demanding two year old. how could i NOT be sympathetic? certainly i went way too far pointing out that my decision really had very little to do with tonight's cancellation and everything to do with the pattern of me being pushed aside consistently for one piss poor excuse or another. surely i couldn't have actually meant it when i said his pass was only valid as long as things were working for the both of us and that if he didn't use it he would most certainly loose it. how could having sex once a month NOT be working for me? i mean really. how could i expect so much from one man?
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