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no more saving lives

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Yup, that’s what I said. The end of a saving lives Kitty and the beginning of a totally independent business woman. Ya, scary, but much thought went into it of course. I just thought I’d tell ya.

What are the words I’m thinking of? umm… “sad but sweet?” no…  is it? Maybe. Oh I don’t know, but you know what I mean, right?

I don’t feel like going to bed. I actually was going to mess around with FMG and do a little tidying up and dust off a few things, but then I wound up looking around in there and visiting some dead links – it’s amazing to me how many domains are no more. What happened to those people/sites who were around for so long, or at least it seemed like awhile at the time, and then they’re gone – just like that. Poof.

Oh well. Who the heck knows the reasons behind it all.
Guess I’ll take it to bed.
c’yall next time. OH, has anyone upgraded WP without backing everything up first? I really should upgrade this puppy but don’t feel like backing it up (although it may be very easy, I don’t know), then I think, oh what the hell’s the dif. We’ll see. Probably won’t happen for awhile anyway.

Update

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Vince (from below) is coming around! He’s following commands, opening his eyes, and we’ll be working on getting that breathing tube out and getting him off of the vent – which shouldn’t be a problem at all. yay.

After that, it will just be a matter of whether he makes a lot of sense when he’s able to talk (without the breathing tube in his throat). But it’s all great news!

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worst nightmare

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In my 24 yrs of saving lives, I have never experienced the horror of coming into work and knowing the new “trauma that just came in last nite.” Until today.

Looking over the ICU sheets to see if the unit I was working in had changed at all… same vents? same number of patients… my eye caught a very familiar name to me. A not very common name. A name that I knew very well. Oh dear. My stomach lurched in my throat.

I asked John, the therapist that had the ER/Trauma room last nite about that patient. “What happened?”
“Motorcylce crash, no helmet”
“How old?”
“I think about 58… he has some sort of cardiac history too…”
“oh shit. Vince is 58. He had a heart attack a couple of years ago.”

I felt kind of shakey as I went down to the unit… went to the room where this new trauma was, and sure as shit, it was Vince. On a vent, a bolt in his head (to measure the pressure in his brain)… fahck! I talked to his nurse for a little bit to get his basic status. damn.

Walked back over to our area to wait for report from the nite shift, and called hubby. Didn’t care if I woke him up. He needed to know that one of his best friends since they were in grade school had just crashed his bike and was now unconcious, with a head injury, in the ICU where I was working.

Bottom line, he may or may not need surgery to relieve the pressure in his brain. Head stuff is always a waiting game. Very discouraging to family members because you can’t give them a time frame. You can’t predict when the bleeding may stop, or if it will rebleed. Can’t predict whether the swelling will go down, or how long it will take.

I switched with Jim to work on the other side of the unit. Didn’t think that I could be totally objective…

Kitty, Vince, Chris

Here we all are a month ago. Damn.
Not much else to say.

whistle while you work…

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grrr, I am sooo crabby. Although I should be ok now.

Waay too much activity upon arisal this morning. Downstairs bathroom should be finished today – yay. Very prit-ty. Psycho dog’s meds have kicked in, hubby just left with the big one to get the towel racks, tp holder etc. (yes, I’m trusting him with this assignment), and I just made a fresh pot o’ coffee with my first self-ground beans. Yes, should be ok now.

Even tho I swore I’d never buy a pair of crocs for hospital running around, I couldn’t resist these –

Veggies

Aren’t they cute? Very comfy too, although the first day I wore them, the bottoms of my feet felt the same way they did after wearing fishnet stockings with my cfm boots. There’s little nubbies on the inside bottom of the shoe (I guess it’s supposed to do something beneficial to your feet… hell if I know), but they caused some discomfort after a 12 hr shift this weekend.

ANyway, should probably take advantage of the momentary quiet and get some work done.
toodleooooo!

day is nite and nite is day

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The other nite when I got home from saving lives, I was like a wet noodle. Kept floppin’ out at the computer, which hubby detests… so from now on, per hubby’s instructions, I’m to sit on the couch first for a bit so that if I fall asleep, I won’t break my neck when it flops out of alignment at the pc desk. Ok. So last nite, slept for 4 hrs on the couch, then when I got up, I was ready to stay up. Unfortunately, that wasn’t conducive to getting up another 4 hrs later to save lives again.

Same thing tonite, only I’m done with the saving lives thing for awhile… so now after waking up after a 3 hour nap, I can stay up and feel normal. Besides, there was a Shirly Temple marathon all day, which I taped every single one of her movies – so I must watch at least one of them… think I’ll watch Heidi. I love that one.

I have to add, regarding the saving lives thing this weekend – we did save a life, or I should say, he’s on the upswing. Very very sick puppy who today managed to get off all of the life-sustaining meds (for the most part), and things look promising. When he coded the other day, the docs did an open chest heart massage right at the bedside. Yup, opened his chest cavity right down to the quivering heart, right there in front of all present to save him. Amazing stuff.

But anyway… tomorrow begins the banging and barking thing again. I’m seriously considering getting some tranquilizers from the vet for psycho dog… can dogs get addicted to them? I wonder….

ho-hum

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I feel so… restless tonite. or something. Not sure why.

One thing that I think I’m getting a bit anxious about is that the work on the bathrooms is going to begin next week. yikes. I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing yet, as far as the pieces and parts n’ stuff. I do know that I want to try and keep the Arts and Crafts architectural style of our bungalow as much as possible. In fact, I’m going ga-ga looking through all of the bungalow related magazines and web sites. Of course I’m sure most of the products are way over our budget, but they’re good for ideas.

I don’t want to break the bank on the downstairs bathroom ‘cos I want to spend more upstairs, as well as on the kitchen, ya know? I should take some “before” pics pretty soon…

Besides that stuff, this weekend past was the first time in my 21 yrs at the hospital that a patient got reeeally pissed off at me. Really. It’s a long story, but the gist of it is that the patient insisted that she was getting her therapy a particular way all along, when in actuality, we NEVER do it that way. Not to mention that I was the one giving her treatments previously, and did not do it the way she claimed. Geeesh.

After hearing of her dissatisfaction from the ad rep, I went to talk to her and to apologize (the customer is always right ya know). She was still fuming and would have no part of it, and admonished me out of her room. And damned if that didn’t make me all teary n’ stuff. I’m not used to that, ya know?

At least my co-workers assured me that she was a whacko, and had a whole bunch of funny quips related to things that she had said (‘cos they really were ridiculous), so that made me feel better.

Anyway… when I got home last nite, I just chilled and made a little Easter-ish set over on FMG (yup, still do that once in awhile). That de-stressed me as well. So there ya go.

Okee-doke then. Until next time kiddos.
xoxo

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