(Forgive the early submission this week. Got a busy day tomorrow and last week's thread has just changed its code status to DNR, with a discharge to hospice. Thankfully, most of the family agrees. Unfortunately, one person thinks I'm trying to get more inheritance than Farawyn, but thankfully that's what probate lawyers are for.)
This week, I have learned:
Creatinine can go from 9 to 1.9 in 12 hours. Then 0.65, 24 hours after that, with 13,000 mL out in two shifts.
If you're prepared to ask if your patient group can be split up tomorrow, be prepared to be made out to be an a-hole in front of the rest of the staff just for asking.
My legs are a-holes.
Furry woodland creatures are terrifying.
Metoprolol is a hell of a drug.
Cardiologists should consult nephrologists for beta blocker dosing once a creatinine hits, like, 2.
Some patients would rather walk across the room to pull the code blue button rather then push the nurse call button on their remote they've had glued to their hands for days.
It appears the end of August is "Celebrate Right Before Shift Change Disasters" season.
There are two miserable ladies who post in every thread. But now I'll never know who they are.
There is a person with an STD in their colostomy stoma.
An iPhone can delete all of your contacts in one area code and rename all of your contacts 'Steve'.
I am incredibly frustrated that hospitalists don't clarify code status at admission. Families are SHOCKED to consider that just because their kids know what they want, doesn't mean we'll know.
The State Highway Administration employs archaeologists.
My baby turns 8 tomorrow. I remember feeling impatience at the end of that pregnancy because I wanted to KNOW her. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, and has grown more so with every passing year. As fulfilled as I am by being a nurse (I was one of those disgusting "called to it" nurses. Wear gloves when you read my posts, friends. That icky stuff might be contagious.), being Mommy is my one true superpower. :)
Has anyone ever figured out what a "Safety Dance" is?
It is a dance one does while walking home from school to repel deers. The "safety" part of it is that you leave your friends behind and dance in a group of medieval carnie looking folk with a fun and animated midget. The noise alone is enough to make the deers scurry.
I worked that type unit. Closing the doors to visitation while we did an emergency bedside tracheostomy brought the house supervisor on top of us.
Sorry, but the families that day had NO regard for HIPPA, so we didn't think they would have any regard for sterile field either!
This week, I learned that 3 beers at 8 am can make a very happy patient. It makes me wonder how much they drink over the course of the day...
I liked the Code Blue button comment from OP. Have we worked together??? I got reprimanded for pushing it instead of dialing patient's phone. Until I told house supervisor later WHERE I found the phone....
Specializes in M/S, LTC, Corrections, PDN & drug rehab.
My husband just realized that his mother is a hoarder. Whereas I realized this the moment I stepped into her house 3 years ago. Crap... crap everywhere! Do they still make the show Hoarders?
I learned that if you sit charting at the nurses station long enough in LTC you will hear the same two residents with dementia have the exact same conversation with each other at least 3 times.
My husband just realized that his mother is a hoarder. Whereas I realized this the moment I stepped into her house 3 years ago. Crap... crap everywhere! Do they still make the show Hoarders?
I learned that if you sit charting at the nurses station long enough in LTC you will hear the same two residents with dementia have the exact same conversation with each other at least 3 times.
Today I learned my brother is not an organ donor because he believes "the people in the hospital" (you know, me and you guys) won't try as hard to save him if he's a donor.
Today I learned my brother is not an organ donor because he believes "the people in the hospital" (you know, me and you guys) won't try as hard to save him if he's a donor.
Maybe we won't try as hard to save him after that comment...
Specializes in M/S, LTC, Corrections, PDN & drug rehab.
I'll look for a PO'd yellow fuzzball DIL with tats!
Lol. Actually I'm very white & you can't see my tattoos if I'm dressed. As much as I want visible tattoos *sigh* the nursing profession doesn't feel the same way as I do. So I put them where they can be hidden with scrubs.
I got reprimanded for pushing it instead of dialing patient's phone. Until I told house supervisor later WHERE I found the phone....
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It is a dance one does while walking home from school to repel deers. The "safety" part of it is that you leave your friends behind and dance in a group of medieval carnie looking folk with a fun and animated midget. The noise alone is enough to make the deers scurry.