s-h-h-h… it’s so quiet in here. Lucy pooped and went back to bed. Hubby is still sleeping… and I’m having a cuppa before I chop a head of lettuce for our Mexican Fiesta today at the hospital.
Yes, it’s my saving lives weekend. Busybusybusy. Geesh. I don’t think it will ever not be busy again. Did I tell you that a couple of months ago we went hospital wide with our “respiratory therapy protocols?” Which means that the docs write an order for us to see their patients, and we do an assessment to decide what kind of treatment they need?
It’s really pretty remarkable — finally, we order what the patients need and not just what the resident thinks that they should order… just because. Of course it means a ton o’ more work involved on our part, but in the long run, it is a good thing.
Earlier this week my 91 y/o dad-in-law had surgery for an obstructed bowel. Came through with flying colors. Now it’s just a matter of escaping the hospital without major things happening post-op.
You know how the hospital is one of the worst places to be sick in… frequent infections afterwards… dirty place. Well, not visibly, but there’s so many variables and hospital acquired pneumonias, it’s just a good day when a patient leaves with everything still attached and in working order.
He’ll be ok.
Alrighty, must chop lettuce. You know, I’m the first one to buy things all conveniently chopped up, but paying 1.79 per bag of chopped lettuce (and 2 of them) compared to 99 cents for a head of lettuce, I just couldn’t bring myself to do that… so that’s why I need to chop-chop.
Have a great Sunday everyone!