Jamesdotter

As a surname it's OK. Then there's the president, Grover Cleveland and the ball player Grover Cleveland Alexander. And the pediatrician who switched "Grover" (his mother's maiden name) from first to middle name.

One Ima Hogg was the daughter of Texas Governor James Hogg. That name had to be hard to grow up with. I wonder if that's where your patient got the name?

Have I mentioned Rubbin? They pronounced it Reubin

Retired nurse here. I never worked 12 hours (unless it was overtime). The last couple of years before retirement I would have welcomed 6 hours! 12 hours would have been wonderful when I had small children, but I had a very supportive husband whose job allowed him to be with the kids when I was at work and they weren't at school or at childcare. I realize everyone doesn't have that luxury.

I retired at 65. Then 9/11 happened. I had enough hours and CEs to renew when it came due, so I did, although I never needed to return to work. We weren't sure what was going to happen next and I wanted to be prepared.

I posted "no" on this topic a while back, but discovered at my recent surgery that it irritated the heck out of me if the staff used euphemisms for body parts and didn't want to discuss my meds. I told them I was a retired nurse and could understand them even though I didn't necessarily know all the recent advances, especially outside my specialty of OB/GYN

I was instructed to dissolve an entire container (I've forgotten the size - 238 g maybe?) of polyethylene glycol in a sports drink. I think I also took a couple dulcolax tablets? Time has drawn a merciful veil. I have a history of polyps and a family history of bowel cancer, so I'm in the 5-year group, too. Fun.

James' daughter

Years ago I remember a colleague and I read an article about a (15th or 16th century, I think) woman who had been delivered of a multiple pregnancy of "over 100 infants ". We decided that had to have been a molar pregnancy.

In nursing school one of my classmates converted to TB positive. She was treated rather aggressively.

We had a night nurse who used to use the unit toilet for his morning bm. That was ok, tho a little stinky. What we objected to was that it seemed to take him at least 20 minutes, while others were waiting. There was another bathroom off the unit, about 30 feet away, but he never went there. We did, tho, sometimes!

My experience wasn't a weather emergency, just a badly designed early 20th century county hospital. How does 90 degrees at the nurses' station sound - at midnight? We coped with wet cloths around our necks and on our patients as well. I'm sure it will be difficult and those of us who are out of the area will be thinking and praying for you and yours.

Med/surg/ortho women's unit (it was a county hospital, in the 1960's)

I moved because of my husband's job to a small town The (less than 100-bed) hospital needed a night nurse in OB. They hired me when I showed up to apply for a job with my 4-month old son in tow!

Are you crafty at all? You could knit, crochet, embroider...

Did your NP check your Hb A1C? You might find that a support group such as TOPS or Weight Watchers can help you in your weight loss effort. There are chapters in most areas and both also offer on line support . I admit I'm partial to TOPS (Take Off Pounds Sensibly at tops.org), probably because it's non-profit (and also less expensive!)

A Friend in Need: Randy Cassingham's Blog An interesting blog about a hospice patient in Colorado.

There was the day the resident handed me a pair of scissors and asked me to cut the tape. After cutting it I put the scissors in my pocket. "Hey, where are my scissors?" I just smiled and showed him my name etched on them...

Buckshot Billy and his brother Cash Cody, Dr Ken Hurts (a dentist, if I remember correctly), a couple I've posted on another thread - Justin Thyme. ("Justin" does seem to lend itself to some pretty terrible puns) and Dr Cutter a GYN surgeon. Oh, then there's Elder Dull, who was once pastor of the SDA church in Boring, Oregon

I was on the other side of hospice this year. My husband was diagnosed with Alpha1 Anti-tripsin Deficiency last spring. Because he was diagnosed late, his condition was determined to be terminal and he was placed on hospice care. The nurses, social workers and chaplains were all wonderful. I would not have been able to have him at home, to die at home as he wished, without their care--care for him and for me. I did have some idea of what was involved in working in hospice, but was very comforted by not only their expertise, but by their caring.

I have my mother's first nursing license (1926), her school pin, her Red Cross pin (from WWII when she taught home nursing) and a metal case with a glass syringe and 2 needles. No file to sharpen the needles, though! Sadly, the moths ate her cape, so I had to get rid of it.

An OBGyn named Dr. Cutter.

I guess I was looking back at a previous post in referring to the mid-west. I should know that KS isn't on the Atlantic.

I married one! He'd come to the west coast from the mid-west (Kansas) at age 8 and never totally lost the "warsh".. No rinch, tho.

Thank you. "It's its unless you mean it is, then it's it's"