This is what I WISH I rode. I really ride something much smaller. And older. But it's still a ride and I LOVE IT! I know I know I'm gonna' end up in the trauma unit - or quad - or something. I do wear all the protective gear and I have taken all the safety classes and I don't go on the freeway. Of course I don't go on the freeway because my 250 won't go fast enough that I'm comfortable - not that I wouldn't go on the freeway if I had the above beautiful machine!

Princess

So I began my shift full of empathy and compassion and a pretty little 18 y/o female who was in an MVA. I thought how much it would suck to have your pretty body disfigured by a four inch long scar along her swan like neck and the smaller incision in her side for the chest tube. She had been in pain with a broken elbow that was going to require surgery. It somehow got to me that someone so young was facing so much.

Then she woke up. Turns out she is quite the little dictator. She ran the nurse damn near ragged by 1000. She ran the cna ragged by 0930. She had the charge nurse pissed by 1030. She wanted what she wanted RIGHT NOW !!! She refused all respiratory therapy (not that I cared) because she was tired, text messaging, hurting, talking to the endless parade of friends that came in, uncomfortable, talking on her cell, texting, talking, phoning, texting, etc etc

Turns out "Princess" did this to herself too! Got drunk off her ass and drove her car (unbelted of course) into a wall.

The second time she snapped at me that she was too busy to do her IS and she didn't need "that piece of shit anyway" my empathy went right out the window.

I love this guy!

Sorry - I can't get it to embed. Working on it. For now cut and paste it into the addresss bar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k9m2FLHlEwA

Not much changes

I had six days off. Lovely! As I was getting ready to come to work this morning it occured to me that I haven't missed this place one damn bit. Haven't missed coworkers, or patients, or the bureaucracy or anything!

So my morning started with a bang. My first pt. is totally crazy. He murmured some incredibly long story through his alcoholic encephalapathic stupor about "dinner....sissssteeer....i feel fine...mumble mumble....driving.... murmur mumble....what the hell is wrong with you people?" I actually don't mind the crazies too much. They amuse me.

I had an 80 year old I gave a nebulizer to. We chatted about the weather, the summer, etc. I asked if there was anything she needed before I left. she said "Yes, will you ask the nurse to bring in my baby?" I did a double take my brain saying what? WHAT? she said "Yes I gave birth to the sweetest baby girl yesterday. I think I will name her Susan".

Freaks me out when I didn't know they were crazy.