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Do tell *but quietly, rather delicately*
Delicately: Thanks for coming to work! Please put on your big nurse panties and take over!
Or…Sit down, STFU, take report!
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Do tell *but quietly, rather delicately*
I hear the bold. It's not easy. Everyone has a hard time, but these are the days when you say: Honey! I am home! And you just feel that no one will understand. Sometimes it is just awful. It's been crazy: leaving in the midst of security coding, 4 point-restraining, stat CT scans, and a transfer to critical care...and the night nurse says: Did the patient get a flu shot this year? Priority alert! Figure it the fuck out yourself! I am leaving!Warning! Long and badly written rant.
16 patients, nurse aid left halfway through shift. Crazies went extra crazy, screaming all night long (had to give out IMs all night), bitchy patient bitched so badly about an injection that I thought I had hurt said patient and was in tears, had to call security because another patient punched spouse in the face, then got old that noone there cares about him or his health after spending 25 minutes with him explaining his pain medicine to him when I had no time to do so, and barely got done with charting or anything. Now- I am just happy I made it-- HOWEVER, it makes me worry even more about tonight, where we are going to be even LESS staffed. Don't you just love med-surge? >.<
Oh and as a post-disclaimer: I understand that everyone has a hard time at work and I am no different. I just bitch alot about mine.
I am all about the comfort care.Such soothing syllables.
Alliterative derivative palliatives.
They gave me a Mohawk (a male version of a landing strip). They want patients to be completely immobile for 2-4 hours after the procedure. That means they don't want me to lift my head, shoulders, etc. At the same time, they've had me on an IV and pushing liquids to flush the dye. Well, a man who has to piss and can't move just needs help and they are so willing to provide it! Four or five times, they had to put my penis in the urine bottle for me. They nicer nurses wipe me afterward.
Delicately: Thanks for coming to work! Please put on your big nurse panties and take over!
Or…Sit down, STFU, take report!
and the night nurse says: Did the patient get a flu shot this year? Priority alert! Figure it the fuck out yourself! I am leaving!
I enjoy the patient perspective, thanks. It is an accurate description of post cardiac cath. I will provide detailed commentary as soon as I have a chance.For those interested, the story I submitted is now available:
http://www.literotica.com/s/exhibitionism-in-cardiology
That is some damn bond, it's like getting beat up together, or coding a patient together.....Now the ER nurse and I have a very special bond, I imagine. Anytime I see her I will think of us getting shit on together.
Hahaha! Yeap. 'ding ding'Sometimes I lie down to sleep after work and in my dreams I can hear the clerk's voice resonating, "We've got a call up for report! Who wants to take it?!"
HAH! This is how i have felt in the very few times that I have given report (we do team nursing and I am not the RN so i dodge that bullet, thank god!!)! They ask so many overwhelming, yet purely silly quesitons AFTER you tell the patients' details and its like, FIGURE IT OUT YOUR FUCKING SELF!!!! LOL
I enjoy the patient perspective, thanks. It is an accurate description of post cardiac cath. I will provide detailed commentary as soon as I have a chance.
Now, I wonder...about all the dicks I see, and exactly what the patient is thinking!
Richard, i read half of your story the other day but my toddler was up and wanted to watch Sesame Street so I had to cut it short, but what I read was great- I plan to finish reading it either tonight or tomorrow. To be honest, I thought about some aspects of it at work last night!! I really appreciate hearing about all of that from a patients standpoint.
It's a compound loss over time. I'll never tell you it's something you can get used to. I accept death as a natural part of life. I still cry, sometimes. I laugh too. And what makes it all manageable is the comfort provided, the relief delivered, and the humor of our existence.See something on facebook about someone's family member that I did not know dying. Go to local obits website to see, end up finding out one of my favorite "regulars" that always remembered me and brightened up my night has died on my stretch of days off, and nobody mentioned it to me afterward. Oh I'll miss her. She always would chat with me and loved me Epic sux.
My eyes always flicker, and my smile can't be hidden. My face is an easy movie, and my book brain is read like a dime-store novel.We're watching your eyes for the little flicker of enjoyment that sneaks out from the woman inside, your mouth for the smile that lifts the corner of your mouth; we're thinking we wish we could read your mind and discover your hidden desire to see it get hard.
There is something about a nurse that moves me deeply. I wouldn't want to fool around with another woman but if a nurse ever ah, assaulted me, I'd be unable to deny her anything...
My favorite little regular in the stinky smokey pink robe: The same story: get the lasix, some steroids, xopenex…barely maintaining a saturation on a non-re-breather, setting up biPAP.
In goes the foley catheter…
She: There she goes playing with my pussy, again.
Me: Save your breath, we will talk later!
I don't work there anymore, but I wonder how she is doing.
My eyes always flicker, and my smile can't be hidden. My face is an easy movie, and my book brain is read like a dime-store novel.
I can't remember if I have seen an erection at work, but I vaguely remember an unnecessary apology. I have seen many dicks, and washed so many balls that it is a big naked blur.
My favorite doctor order is: "Elevate Scrotum." Hm, ok. Can I stand there for 12 hours with big balls in hand?
Anything? The white top is powerful, maybe my brand of kink is out of line, and I am missing out?
I recently walked by a room with a confused male patient masturbating. I closed the curtain, walked away, and let him go at it. He was furiously jacking.
Nope, no contradiction: I didn't walk in and rip the sheet off of him. I knew what he was doing-- he was jacking off madly under the sheet, that was very clear. He looked at me and didn't stop. I looked at him, provided privacy-- and walked away. He was baseline confused, and doing what nature dictates without shame. That is a good sign.Contradiction?
I am not sexually aggressive in my exhibitionism; more like, casual about my genitals being exposed. I know nurses see many and mine is average; I'm not going to shock and awe you. But take a peek and you've made my day. Good medicine.
Thanks!great story
I love how much you love being a nurse
^^ is a priority in the hemorrhagic neurological emergency, so stay calm and keep pulling it up through the 5 micron needle filter, while anesthesia intubates.Reduction of intracranial pressure and treatment of cerebral edema by reducing brain mass.
My favorite little regular in the stinky smokey pink robe: The same story: get the lasix, some steroids, xopenex…barely maintaining a saturation on a non-re-breather, setting up biPAP.In goes the foley catheter…
She: There she goes playing with my pussy, again.
Me: Save your breath, we will talk later!
I don't work there anymore, but I wonder how she is doing.
My favorite doctor order is: "Elevate Scrotum." Hm, ok. Can I stand there for 12 hours with big balls in hand?
I think that is something that we learn as nurses ourselves- how to accept sexuality, all reaches of it, simply as natural. And its good to see when people lose their inhibitions and shame, I think, because there is too much shame in the world to begin with.Nope, no contradiction: I didn't walk in and rip the sheet off of him. I knew what he was doing-- he was jacking off madly under the sheet, that was very clear. He looked at me and didn't stop. I looked at him, provided privacy-- and walked away. He was baseline confused, and doing what nature dictates without shame. That is a good sign.