As The Hospital Pervs

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Who is there?

 

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Before I rave my own bitch, here is something I love! Tag team nursing! When you are both back consecutive days with the same assignment-- and we go: bye, bye.

The twelve hour update is so much easier than the whole story.

 

[BeachMomma]

Before I rave my own bitch, here is something I love! Tag team nursing! When you are both back consecutive days with the same assignment-- and we go: bye, bye.

The twelve hour update is so much easier than the whole story.

I LOVE giving report on 6 patients in 5 minutes!

 

[sweepthefloor]

Did you ever have one of those days, when the tiniest, most stupid thing ends up being the last straw?

I feel your pain-- I don't like click-y workers, we all work great together but there are still cliques! And to go to the manager about anything concerning a co-worker is childish to me, unless it's something that is unresolvable. In my opinion we are all trained professionals who have the ability to handle criticism. We have been trained to be accountable and assertive with each other. It is really how we protect each other if you think about it. If I missed something: I want to know right now, not later. It's how we learn.

I broke my nurse clogs in on a telemetry floor that was so busy, and let me just say that the night shift were relentless: bedside report... IV fluids not dated? IV outdated? Bed dirty? You weren't getting out of there alive without fixing everything, and probably a few tears. It is a 24 hour job but they have their own 12 hours of work coming up. I think I cried everyday from stress alone for the first six months, and then I got better.

I do know what you mean though, I see it all the time- some people are two-faced, and some people are ass kissers to administration. My experience and advice is that these managers come and go, and who is left but the direct care-givers? The ones you have to work with everyday, the ones that will give you a boost on that 300 pound patient breaking your back. I wouldn't throw another person under the bus to make myself look better. I don't have to do that-- I look good enough already.

So ride out the popularity wave-- If it gets in the middle of your job, just keep doing your job and don't think about them. None of us are perfect so whatever they are complaining about one day will happen to them.
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The tears- we all cry them and I always say: it's the little things that break our backs. It's not pulling up the heavy patient-- it's the bedside table that won't roll right because it needs some grease on the castors that hurts the most.
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I hope your wrist and shoulder feel better on two days off.

 

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I LOVE giving report on 6 patients in 5 minutes!

It's the best! I don't think it is ever five minutes though, that is a dream! It's great though, really makes it easier for us especially when the nurse receiving report writes down everything you say: word for word.

I am like-- really?

 

[Killswitch]

I worked at a large hospital for five years.

I wasn't a nurse but I had sex with quite a few!

 

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Is it too much to ask people to listen and pay attention?

That is why you are responsible for everything-- and it can be frustrating. In the end it's always going to fall back on the nurse. It is terribly aggravating. "Go ask the nurse."

Let's look on the bright side: If the CT was to rule out aortic dissection that was positive, the patient would die quickly and happily spooning in the food while simultaneously bleeding to death.

 

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I worked at a large hospital for five years.

I wasn't a nurse but I had sex with quite a few!

I think you should tell me all about this sex with nurses adventures at a large hospital. Were the nurses perverted? Did they wash their hands after?

 

[sweepthefloor]

My daily perverted adventure today was getting the TBI out of bed to the chair. The condom (texas) catheter fell off and the man urinated all over the floor.

I asked a big strong man nurse to get him back to bed with me. My knee got wet with urine from the soaked pad by accident.

I stopped in the middle of the transfer and said to Bob the man nurse: You peed on me. Does that excite you? Are you going to clean my pants with a wet wipe when we are done?

We got the patient back to bed, he took a sani-wipe, squatted down, and started cleaning my pants.

He said: You are a HR nightmare.
I said: Hehehehehehehehehehehe

 

[BeachMomma]

That is why you are responsible for everything-- and it can be frustrating. In the end it's always going to fall back on the nurse. It is terribly aggravating. "Go ask the nurse."

Let's look on the bright side: If the CT was to rule out aortic dissection that was positive, the patient would die quickly and happily spooning in the food while simultaneously bleeding to death.

I've only scrubbed one ruptured AAA, and that was a nightmare. The patient survived. Thankfully, I've never scrubbed a dissecting aneurysm.

Those three letters still strike fear in my heart, even after all the years I've been out of the OR. If you want to wake me out of a dead sleep, there are two easy ways to go about it: say either the phrase Triple A or stat C-section. Of course, then you have to follow me around while I throw on clothes and try to convince me that I really don't have to go in to the hospital.

 

[Killswitch]

I think you should tell me all about this sex with nurses adventures at a large hospital. Were the nurses perverted? Did they wash their hands after?

I started out as a pharmacy messenger going from floor to floor nurse station to nurse station ten times a day for two years so I met a lot of nurses and secretary's at the nurse station.
Then I worked midnights as a service worker polishing floors in CPD.

Thats when I met Jane who was 13 years older than me, I was 22-23. She was a nurse in ICU and worked midnights too. We saw each other for a year and a half and had sex in the hospital several times.

Then there was Pam....a girl who worked afternoons as an escort....she was a lot of fun.


We used to smoke pot and fuck in the hospital...lol

This was a big hospital with 7000 employees and 900 beds or something at the time, now it's twice that big.

 

[Killswitch]

I used to perv on the girls in the employee lounge too. Was a real nice big lounge with nice couches, chairs tables etc....this was a high end hospital, and on Midnights they would go in and on break remove their shoes and prop up their feet on ottomans or whatever and because I had a stocking foot fetish it worked for me.

 

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I've only scrubbed one ruptured AAA, and that was a nightmare. The patient survived. Thankfully, I've never scrubbed a dissecting aneurysm.

Those three letters still strike fear in my heart, even after all the years I've been out of the OR. If you want to wake me out of a dead sleep, there are two easy ways to go about it: say either the phrase Triple A or stat C-section. Of course, then you have to follow me around while I throw on clothes and try to convince me that I really don't have to go in to the hospital.

I bet that was a blood bath-- how do they even see anything to fix it? I guess clamp and work? I have never seen it yet, and I always thought they die quick. It must have been an experience.

Did you have to get up and go to the H for call a lot in the OR?

I am thinking about one day working in the OR, when I get done with this ICU business. I don't think I would want to scrub in, but maybe as a circulator? Have you thought about RNFA? Do they even exist? I know there are programs...

I know anesthesia has got to be a nice job-- making people comfortable, taking away pain, but I just don't think I could handle the school, and it's kinda scary!

 

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NOC NOC

Who is there?

Hugo & Olga.

 

[Balladeer08]

If you want to wake me out of a dead sleep, there are two easy ways to go about it: say either the phrase Triple A or stat C-section. Of course, then you have to follow me around while I throw on clothes and try to convince me that I really don't have to go in to the hospital.

I'd certainly never do that. Nobody in your profession needs that added stress.

I had a girlfriend who thought it was funny to say my radio call-sign when I was sleeping. But didn't think it was funny when I started interrupting her sleep in ways that awoke her to a high pulse rate and mild terror. Some people just live on one-way streets. I told her when she stopped, I would.

Also knew some people who thought it was cute to throw a fist-sized rock into a room I was in and yell "Grenade!". My technique for curing them of that did not involve waiting for anything. It is a damned stupid trick to pull on someone who is armed.

I am really much happier with my pulse rate in the 60-80 range, and no large shots of adrenaline. Save that stuff for when it is needed.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I used to perv on the girls in the employee lounge too. Was a real nice big lounge with nice couches, chairs tables etc....this was a high end hospital, and on Midnights they would go in and on break remove their shoes and prop up their feet on ottomans or whatever and because I had a stocking foot fetish it worked for me.

Sometimes I wear support stockings under my scrub pants-- I actually like them, they feel good with a little compression. I think I will buy some tomorrow. I have a habit of ripping little holes in them.

They also feel nice in clogs when I slip my feet out under the desk.

I can't imagine having a lounge with couches and ottomans. It sounds like a great place to work, especially if there are breaks involved!

When I took my clogs off tonight, I could smell my feet.

 

[Killswitch]

Sometimes I wear support stockings under my scrub pants-- I actually like them, they feel good with a little compression. I think I will buy some tomorrow. I have a habit of ripping little holes in them.

They also feel nice in clogs when I slip my feet out under the desk.

I can't imagine having a lounge with couches and ottomans. It sounds like a great place to work, especially if there are breaks involved!

When I took my clogs off tonight, I could smell my feet.

Awesome. I used to sit there and drool. They were all wearing nurse mates when I worked there but they would usually come off in the lounge ...this was back in the early eighties.

Pretty much everyone wore scrubs even me. Occasionally there was a nurse with the dress and such and of course peeks were attempted...lol

Tease some guys with those stocking feet when you slip those clogs off in mixed company....have fun with it.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Awesome. I used to sit there and drool. They were all wearing nurse mates when I worked there but they would usually come off in the lounge ...this was back in the early eighties.

Pretty much everyone wore scrubs even me. Occasionally there was a nurse with the dress and such and of course peeks were attempted...lol

Tease some guys with those stocking feet when you slip those clogs off in mixed company....have fun with it.

I wear white Sanita clogs lately, sometimes I wear sneakers. I try to trick my feet by switching up the shoes. My mind tells my feet: heheehehe you didn't just work all those hours yesterday, see? different shoes.

One day I am going to show up with a dress on! Everyone will laugh at me, but one day I will do it! I will choose a knee length dress.

I don't think any guys will want to see my feet at work! Sometimes I can smell them under the desk! I think it's from the leather. (?)

 

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I'd certainly never do that. Nobody in your profession needs that added stress.

I had a girlfriend who thought it was funny to say my radio call-sign when I was sleeping. But didn't think it was funny when I started interrupting her sleep in ways that awoke her to a high pulse rate and mild terror. Some people just live on one-way streets. I told her when she stopped, I would.

Also knew some people who thought it was cute to throw a fist-sized rock into a room I was in and yell "Grenade!". My technique for curing them of that did not involve waiting for anything. It is a damned stupid trick to pull on someone who is armed.

I am really much happier with my pulse rate in the 60-80 range, and no large shots of adrenaline. Save that stuff for when it is needed.

You know that adrenaline stuff feels like it hurts my body. It's almost as if I can feel it ripping up my tissue. Maybe it's cortisol that I feel-- I don't know. It's a perpetual state of excitement. I am super tired but still not sleeping!

 

[Killswitch]

I wear white Sanita clogs lately, sometimes I wear sneakers. I try to trick my feet by switching up the shoes. My mind tells my feet: heheehehe you didn't just work all those hours yesterday, see? different shoes.

One day I am going to show up with a dress on! Everyone will laugh at me, but one day I will do it! I will choose a knee length dress.

I don't think any guys will want to see my feet at work! Sometimes I can smell them under the desk! I think it's from the leather. (?)

Most men are into feet hun. Try it sometime. Pop your stocking foot from your shoe and start flexing and spreading your toes and watch their eyes go directly to them.

I love that smell, especially when combined with hosiery, whew!....

 

[sweepthefloor]

Most men are into feet hun. Try it sometime. Pop your stocking foot from your shoe and start flexing and spreading your toes and watch their eyes go directly to them.

I love that smell, especially when combined with hosiery, whew!....

I have a fear that someone would say: You are disgusting.

And then I would be turned on, and wet my stockings.

Good idea.

 

[Killswitch]

I have a fear that someone would say: You are disgusting.

And then I would be turned on, and wet my stockings.

Good idea.

you're killing me.

 

[sweepthefloor]

you're killing me.

I should switch from kill to resuscitator.

 

[Killswitch]

I should switch from kill to resuscitator.

I'm resuscitated right now. Trust me....

 

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Best Practice

There is something special about the come easy blowjob. It is a real treat after working long hard hours. While I spend my days planning long term goals versus short term goals with interventions and outcomes, there is one man that whose plan requires little planning--- and that satisfies me.

And while he wishes for 24/7 the reality is 247 seconds, or 4 something minutes. It is a rewarding practice.