Don't Curse the Nurse!

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The Honeymoon is Over

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The honeymoon is over.

Like the couple who has reached the six month mark — each party starting to add stuff to the mental checklist of habits they find annoying, I’m doing the same with my job.

Don’t get me wrong, it was a great transfer, much needed. There is ten times more diversity in my current role.  It’s just that the job, like the gigantic wedding cake, tasted sooooooo good at first, but after you’ve had three pieces and leftovers, the thrill factor takes a vacation.

I know which doctors bring their H&P’s the morning of surgery – which ones use the dictation system only forty minutes earlier and give me the stink eye when it’s not on the chart. I know which nurses avoid picking up post-op patients, which OR teams get along —which ones only tolerate each other. I know which pharmacy tech doesn’t need a faxed order to fill our supply of Ancef syringes, which one needs to be reminded that we go through thirty syringes a day.

The ballet of preparing a patient who’s about to have a total knee or hip replacement, I’ve got it down pat. The Tramadol/Lyrica/Celebrex cocktail on one certain surgeon’s order sheet — I’m holding the pill cup in my left hand and with my right, putting a big “yes” on the affected joint. And while I’m that close to the patient, I’m checking to see just where I want to put that IV.

I’m not the new girl anymore (ah, it was such a sweet thing to fall back) but now I have to do the grown up thing and strengthen my commitment to my new family and my new home. I am going to start by deciding which battles I want to get involved in, or as my Dad would say, “Decide which mountain you want to die on.” I’m also going to find out exactly why our silly little hospital has farmed out the dictation services to a business in another time zone. The people here that don’t get along, it’ll be fun blogging material.

I didn’t make the change with the expectation that the job would be better.  I made the change thinking that the job would make me a better nurse.

So far, so good.

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The Unappreciated Day After

Today is my day of celebration.

The 31st of December, just another day.

I didn’t go to any parties, get drunk, make resolutions. Especially this year.

I took my Lodine, Robaxin, Flecainide, Magnesium, Multivitamin, Vitamin D, and watched a few episodes of Scandal while having an internal debate of whether it was important to write a New Year’s Eve post. I decided not. 2014 is over. Not that there weren’t any high points, there were, but there were low points also, so the two sort of cancel each other out.

My family also had a not so pleasant 2014. It’s amusing to write that last sentence. We are all so different; different in geography, spiritual beliefs, lifestyles, and more, but we have in common what 2014 was like; yucky. Oh, I’m sugar coating as usual. It was rough. And when I say that, I mean my cardiac ablation was easy compared to the pain and frustration my family dealt with last year.

Today is the celebration.

Because we are still here.

Someone special told me not long ago that we are aging no matter whether we do anything or not (I’m paraphrasing), so why not keep leaning into dreams and ideas that we want to come to fruition. It’s cliché but true, the journey is what’s important.

Measuring how fast you get to the end is crazy.

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