Jacob Rockstar-RN Psych Nurse Action Figure

[Davey Do]

Psych nurse action figure ?

[VivaLasViejas, ASN, RN]

This is a thread even psych patients can enjoy. Keep 'em coming, Davey!

[LovelyNurseLisa]

Don't feel bad Safety Coach RN, I'm still waiting for my Action Figure!!!

[No Stars In My Eyes]

NO, Davey, er, Jacob.....I merely meant that not being a psych nurse or not working at The Dollar General Hospital with you all, I didn't get the jokes in the earlier part of this thread; some postings seemed kind of like a "you had to be there" moment, or inside humor between you and your co-workers.

Capisco?

But you can go ahead and use my posts out of context to educate and elucidate, as I understand your motivation. I think.

Altered mental status isn't incomprehensible to me, as I work with pts who have varying degrees of dementia and some early Alzheimer's s/s.

[Davey Do]

Safety Coach RN said:

Ask and you shall receive!!!!

SHOOT!

I forgot to make the Cartoon relate to Psychiatric Nursing!

Okay: "Davey Do Dead" TAKE TWO!

SNAP!

Safety Coach RN said:

Ask and you shall receive!!!!

[No Stars In My Eyes]

Re: ICU becoming a Lounge at night: How are the tips?

(Not too good, I would imagine!)

[herring_RN, ASN, BSN]

The adventures of Jacob Rock Star RN action figure has me thinking about dear friends of mine who are recently deceased.

They were born in the late 19 teens.

About 45 years ago **** and I were both day care providers who met at a playground. Sometimes we had all the kids at one of our homes for a couple hours.

Sometimes she forgot to start dinner until she heard his car. She would then put some butter and diced onions in a pan so he would smell it when he came in. That way he thought she had been thinking of him.

He often told how he remembered his mother taking him to a boy's home and leaving him there. He lived there until graduating with an engineering degree.

Her mother had died before we met. Her Dad lived to be over a hundred. When he died her husband said to her, "Now you know what it is like to be an orphan."

She said, "And the orphan I married is a sexy as ever."

We were good friends, but never really understood each other.

PS: Both went for talk therapy. Never hospitalized for anything until just before death in their nineties.

[herring_RN, ASN, BSN]

When we first met I had taken my(then) 11 month old daughter to the playground. She was clearly the major personality of the playground.

One of the first things she said to me was, "Why are you so angry with your mother?"

I asked why she asked that. Her answer was, "It is clear you bite your nails because you are mad at your mother." That was about three minutes after we learned each others names.

Over parts of five decades she always surprised me by what she did and said. I never knew what she would think about anything.

Her opinions changes often. For a few weeks she and the kids she cared for only had raw vegan food. Lunch could be pieces of cauliflower, raw almonds, and an apple with water to drink. Then suddenly it could be hot dogs and marshmallows.

She would take kids to the beach ot the backyard pool of one of "her" kids. (Her own kids were my generation and on their own.) When I went with her she complained that I was too nervous. I watched each kid and sometimes pulled them out of the water when they were face down too long. They were two and three year old at that time.

I talked her into going to take CPR on a Saturday when we were,'t working. The mother of one of the kids I cared for watched my kids.

Just a few weeks later she told me about having to do CPR on a child who was "suddenly" face down in the deep end. (That kid is a psychologist now.)

She told me that God had made me take her to CPR class. She was certain nothing bad would happen to a kid. I was not so calm about that.

We were friends more than 40 years. I loved her, but didn't understand her.

I understand many family members and long time friends (mostly), but never knew what to expect from ****.

PS: The only Hank Williams Senior song she likes was Jambalaya. She said he was a sniveling sad sack.

[No Stars In My Eyes]

Dear "Jacob" --

Thanks for the beefcake; pass the salt, please?

[Davey Do]

No Stars In My Eyes said:

Dear "Jacob" --

Thanks for the beefcake; pass the salt, please?

"Jacob"? Well what ever do you mean?

[No Stars In My Eyes]

Now I want to go cook a good, rare rump roast.

[No Stars In My Eyes]

Do you think maybe Mr. Lincoln had Mrs. Lincoln in mind when he made this statement?

From what I've read, Mrs. Lincoln might have benefited from an intervention by Jacob Rockstar RN Psych Nurse Action Figure.

[No Stars In My Eyes]

And had he been an alcoholic, he would've been a drinkin' stinkin' thinkin' Lincoln.

And if he had 'tickled the ivories', he would have been a plinkin' drinkin' stinkin' thinkin' Lincoln.

And if he had been startled while playing piano, he would've been a blinkin' plinkin' drinkin' stinkin' thinkin' Lincoln.

And if alive, then, in this computer age he'd be a LinkedIn blinkin' plinkin' drinkin' stinkin' thinkin' Lincoln.

I could go on ( you know​ I could ), but I think for 5:45 AM, this is quite enough!