Had another horrible night at work and now I cannot sleep. It's not that things went all wonky (no vital signs off the chart, no one bleeding out, no need for transfusions, no crazy old guys running around naked and threatening me with a phone) but there was just a lot of stuff to do - I had four empty beds when I came in, and ended up having to deal with two admissions and one transfer. One of the admissions came in with hypoglycemia and we had to check his blood glucose every two hours. He was continually dropping down to the 30's and 40's, and I had to push 50% dextrose twice over four hours. He'll probably be up in intensive care if I'm back on the floor tonight (I might end up floating - double fuck). I didn't finish up my paperwork until 8AM, and even that was with skimping on the required charting for the dude with BG issues. The guy I gave report to used to be buddy-buddy with me (we oriented at the same time), but that was before he went to day shift. Now he apparently thinks he's "le shit". *sigh* I have this whole venty post ready to go about my experiences working in this hospital, but I'll hold it for a time when I'm not downing Sleepytime Tea with Valerian in the hopes of catching a couple hours rest before going back to that madhouse.
Somewhat related to the above: I was thinking about what role I'd be best equipped for if life was like a D&D game. I'm a support player. I'm a friggin' cleric or white mage, waaaaaay back there in the back row. If you're standing on the front line and ask me for my opinion and/or help, I'm there for you. If you tell me to lead the excursion then, man, we're so fucked it isn't even funny. Let me throw my Cure +2 to y'all and let's call it a day, eh?
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This rambling post brought to you by a rough night's work, menstrual cramps, possible temporary iron deficiency, two hours restless sleep, and the number Ni.
Somewhat related to the above: I was thinking about what role I'd be best equipped for if life was like a D&D game. I'm a support player. I'm a friggin' cleric or white mage, waaaaaay back there in the back row. If you're standing on the front line and ask me for my opinion and/or help, I'm there for you. If you tell me to lead the excursion then, man, we're so fucked it isn't even funny. Let me throw my Cure +2 to y'all and let's call it a day, eh?
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This rambling post brought to you by a rough night's work, menstrual cramps, possible temporary iron deficiency, two hours restless sleep, and the number Ni.
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