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This is a really funny/interesting thread. With my son, I craved fried chicken skin. Went to Sizzlers a few times a week for the all-you-can-eat so I could indulge in chx skin only. The weird one was my oldest daughter. I craved the aroma of bleach so bad my mouth would water when I used it...found excuses to use it everywhere. I had my food-handler's card and knew how to sterilize my dishes after washing them, just like they do in resteraunts. That aroma craving for bleach led to a distinct real craving that could only be satisfied by baking soda. I brushed my teeth and washed my face with it (like a scrub), but once in a while (a few times a week), I would get a 4 ounce glass of ice water and stir in a half-teaspoon of baking soda and drink it sloowly so I could savor the no-no as long as I could. The smell of bleached made me drool for this fizzy cocktail. Also, my sense of smell was heightened by this experience, permanently. I can find exactly which bag of candy is already open a tad in the grocery store from feet away. No sniffing around, just walking up and pointing. What's strange is I hate all perfumes now except one. Prince Matchabelli's Fresh White Musk is all I can stand, luckilly it's cheap. I cannot stand the smell of any pricey perfume. I also love lavender and jasmine. I use lavender in many recipies now.

Those of you who work in corrections, please check out this thread! We would like to hear from you! This occured in a hospital, but you might know more about this situation than we do. "Man sues over fluid samples taken by force" https://allnurses.com/forums/f195/man-sues-over-fluid-samples-taken-force-279497.html

Here's a fun (not funny) story appropriate for the subject, but not really in response to the origional question... I was a patient in an ER in 2003. I was 23 then, mother of two and living with roomates whom I didn't know very well while I was going through a divorce and trying to get established in a new city and new job. I had an abscessed tooth. I had one or two before (once it was the same tooth) while I was pregnant, so I knew that if I kept it clean and I self-medicated, the pain might subside for a year or so. If I'd land in the ER, they would give me vicodin, antibiotics and novicaine to hold me over till I got an emergency appointment with a dentist (which I didn't keep before because the pain went away - I know, not smart). This particular time, I had been dealing with it for several days by combining tylenol and 3 or 4 ibuprofen and eventually (in the middle of my work-week) I was having to combine dayquil with 4 or 5 ibuprofen just to take one or two of the several "edges off." I called a dentist that would accept my lousy insurance and was prescribed vicodin over the phone to hold me over for a week till I could get seen. So I was crying and could barely think at all when my roomate drove me to the ER one night when the pain woke me from a vicodin/ibuprofen sleep. I knew one thing for sure: I could get some novicaine. The problem was my doctor treated me like I was "seeking" or whatever you call it. He treated me like I was a fool, less than human, like I was a pest or a parasite to humanity. I felt disgusting. He left me in the room in severe pain to call the dentist who prescribed the vicodin. Now I have had children. In my experience, I know that an abscessed tooth can be worse than the pain of child-birth if left untreated. The funny thing is, in retrospect, my dentist failed to get me an antibiotic, which is the only thing that can really make the pain subside...Anyways, this ER doctor came back to tell me he and my dentist are not sure, but they think I might be going through my vicodin too fast...??? I didn't ask for vicodin! I told him it made me nothing but nauseous and it wasn't working! I NEEDED Novicaine! Now I have NEVER felt sedated or drunk or "fun" from novicaine in my entire life. I felt like he was getting a kick out of stalling while I had tears comming out the corners of my eyes! Like he enjoyed it! I felt like he was torturing me. So after an hour or so of him making "phone calls" and "judgement calls" he finally gave up and gave me one shot of novicaine. Not enough to make a dent in the pain. NOT A DENT. I told him I needed more, so guess what he did? He told me that there was no possible way I could still be in pain. He accused me of lying. Horrified, I said I most certainly did NOT feel like the novicaine was working AT ALL. So guess what he did next? He told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. I felt his fingers pushing on my gums and he asked me if I could feel "that" and "that," which I could. Obviously frustrated with my ability to guess when he was touching me, he used a Q-tip instead and tried to "trick" me by not actually pressing on me sometimes...no, I did not feel "that..." What a jerk! And after all that nonsense, he says he can't give me more anyway, he gave me the max allowed by law or some crappy excuse. I told him I have had novicaine before in an ER when I was pregnant and have been administered up to 4 or 5 shots for an abscessed tooth. Then he actually ACTED like he was ACTING (totally and completely insulting my intellegence) when he opened his eyes real big and said he could not believe that I would have ever been administered THAT much novicaine at an ER. He proceeded to give me one more injection, "TWICE the maximum limit," which barely, you guessed it, took the edge off. I hadn't gotten real sleep for days and that night was no exception. The next day I went to a clinic and got a surprise! A nice healthy dose of sumthin' shot into my butt cheek by a no-nonsense nurse who made my roomate all but carry me out of the building. I vomited before we got in the car and I felt like eating for the first time in days. I slept like a baby when I got home and was better able to manage my pain after a solid meal and good sleep until I got to the dentist. Woo hoo! Had I not been going through so much as it was I would have sued the pants off that doctor. I'd love to see the look on his face if he saw me all dressed up for court without the bags under my eyes and smeared make-up...ah, well...my tooth is gone now and that's all that matters. After all that, before you think that my doc was smart to try his Q-tip method, how do you think you would look in court when you describe the tactic in which you decided you COULD 'tell' the pain was not 'real', as my doctor would have surely been embarrassed by his Q-tip antics. Especially after it proved the pain was 'real' after all. lol

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Yeah, thank you so much for all of this. The hostility I suppose I understand if an RN used to scrub but can't now because a CST is cheaper. But that really shouldn't be directed at the CST as they went out of their way to train for something they could be proud of. It's a money/policy/hospital issue, and anyone should be able to be proud of getting a degree or even being capable of doing such an important job. To tell you the truth, I was just searching the site for anything about CSTs because I am so curious about being one. I found out about it maybe a month ago while my husband was getting ready to register to take pre-nursing classes. Nothing really interested me execept science and anatomy. I thought, *WOW I could DO that.* I want to scrub (hopefully) someday...I have dreams about it every night ever since I found out about that career. But I was wondering about RNFA, is that what you are going to be? In that case, don't they get to keep scrubbing? I was also thinking about CSAssistant, but I would LOVE to be able to close, and it seems you are more likely to get to do that if you are RNFA, am I right? Maybe even all that falls into which state you are in, etc, but you can see why I might be confused. Gosh, yeah, it made me really sad to see those posts, but man, I have a really hard head. People with degrees should not put people with degrees down, or anyone else. That's just not *smart.* I know that nobody is better than me. I'm not any better than a waitress or a porter or the person that gives me my mocha. I feel like I am stating the obvious, but even a child can understand that concept. Some people's kids,:icon_roll huh? MY children are better behaved. People have a right to choose a carreer for money or enjoyment or whatever. Nobody should have to justify their choice, especially if it's to HELP people. Sheesh! And it seems to me that the hiring hospital doesn't think that they don't need CSTs. They are totally hiring in my area, good money, too. I'm not from a wealthy situation, this is the first time I have EVER heard of anyone putting down people for a higher education. I don't want to ever get used to that or think that's normal. They can be frustrated with the politics, but the CST is just doing his/her job, which they should be emensely proud of. A career like that would be (literally) a dream-come-true for me. YOU are a very nice person to reply to my lonely post in here. THANK YOU I AM INSPIRED!

I know nobody's reading this anymore. So here I am talking to myself. Wow, I was really excited to become a CST...someday...would be a huge deal for me, I would be so proud of myself. Some of you guys really suck. You make me doubt this as a career choice if I have to work with people like some of you. If I would be looked DOWN on for doing something I would be SO PROUD OF, how dumb am I? Maybe they are not paid as much as RNs but if their RNs are as mean as some of you, they deserve 2x your pay for putting up with your crap. I am posting this after reading page 2...don't know what's on page 3, 4, 5, or 6 yet, but so far I am very dissapointed. Even heart-broken. Tell me, is being a CST really a horrible thing to be in some people's eyes? Gosh, I feel like I'd be going to 2 years of school to be totally derr..stupid. Looks like you don't need any fresh faces. I wonder how the surgeons or the hospitals would feel about this.

idk...i just found it...but i haven't been able to leave this for 2 days straight...:smilecoffeeIlovecof

This is inspiring, I am not an RN yet, but I am the first-born and my dad IS an alcoholic! Guess that means I would do well! haha j/k but my stats are true!

Me! And I posted in "men working on OB floor" :yeah:Yay! My husband is going to be a nurse!