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Jun. 9th, 2007 09:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fredericksI had a pretty okay Tuesday: met ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
klaw, got to play some PacMan, plans for the evening fell through at the last minute but no work so everything was cool as the other side of the pillow. Wednesday I floated to another floor for the first time, but even with nine patients on a foreign location I had the smoothest night of work ever. Yeah, Wednesday officially rocked my socks off.
Then Thursday. Oh my God, Thursday. I never got my bearings and actually spent a couple of minutes standing in front of my med cart with my hands clenched in my hair out of frustration/despair. Things weren't FUBAR - no codes, no criticals (thank God) - but I left my side quite screwed and felt genuinely bad for the nurse who took over for me in the morning. Two snippets from my night: I pulled an infiltrated IV from a patient and started another IV lock on her other arm. When I finished the IV lock set up and looked over at the other side of the patient she was gushing blood. I'd never seen so much blood come out of a venous site. I spent ten minutes applying pressure to stop the bleeding and then another fifteen minutes trying to clean her up and stop her from freaking out. Later on in the shift I had to clean up a huge puddle of blood from the floor (my own fault - it was from a transfusion bag that hadn't completely emptied, but still). In the process I got blood all over my white scrub pants and my sneakers. I had to take the bus back home with the blood all over because I'd neglected to bring a change of pants.
Just...yeah. Shit. Shitshitshitshit. I came in Friday morning and pretty much slept from 1PM until 4AM this morning. If I was a turtle I'd duck my head into my shell and not emerge for a week. Or year. I'm tired and I feel like an utter loser and, Jesus, I'm old. I have my DVDs and I have my water. Call me if the end of the world approaches.
klaw, got to play some PacMan, plans for the evening fell through at the last minute but no work so everything was cool as the other side of the pillow. Wednesday I floated to another floor for the first time, but even with nine patients on a foreign location I had the smoothest night of work ever. Yeah, Wednesday officially rocked my socks off. Then Thursday. Oh my God, Thursday. I never got my bearings and actually spent a couple of minutes standing in front of my med cart with my hands clenched in my hair out of frustration/despair. Things weren't FUBAR - no codes, no criticals (thank God) - but I left my side quite screwed and felt genuinely bad for the nurse who took over for me in the morning. Two snippets from my night: I pulled an infiltrated IV from a patient and started another IV lock on her other arm. When I finished the IV lock set up and looked over at the other side of the patient she was gushing blood. I'd never seen so much blood come out of a venous site. I spent ten minutes applying pressure to stop the bleeding and then another fifteen minutes trying to clean her up and stop her from freaking out. Later on in the shift I had to clean up a huge puddle of blood from the floor (my own fault - it was from a transfusion bag that hadn't completely emptied, but still). In the process I got blood all over my white scrub pants and my sneakers. I had to take the bus back home with the blood all over because I'd neglected to bring a change of pants.
Just...yeah. Shit. Shitshitshitshit. I came in Friday morning and pretty much slept from 1PM until 4AM this morning. If I was a turtle I'd duck my head into my shell and not emerge for a week. Or year. I'm tired and I feel like an utter loser and, Jesus, I'm old. I have my DVDs and I have my water. Call me if the end of the world approaches.
