I hate my job.

Okay not really the job. I hate this hospital and all the f%$#$% PA's who think they are God and don't want to listen to a damn thing any of us have to say.

So here's the scenario. Big freaking fat guy. 400 pounds. (Okay I exaggerate he's only 395). We have to do a lumbar puncture and the PA wants him prone. I strongly suggest that's a bad idea. PA argues with me. I say, "What I'm telling you is he is a big guy and he can't breath proned". I am totally ignored. So we prone the guy. Yeah I know damn stupid of us. I know better. Within seconds dudes blood pressure is 200 over something - he's tachying along at 160, spo2 67 and cyanotic as hell. PA wants to "give him a minute". RN says we have to flip him now! We overrule the PA because how you going to run a code on a prone guy????????

He did recover. But man it pissed me off so bad. I knew it was a bad idea. I told him it was a bad idea. Rn agreed it was a bad idea but no- stupid ass PA has to play big shot and damn near coded this guy.

I hate this job.

My brother loves these hunting / fishing shows. He watches them for hours. I think I could watch them if they were more like this guy....


www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUowyTE-X10

funny stuff this.

still not in Kansas

Weird. Still out of my comfort zone. Getting more comfortable though. Still in the Trauma unit. Weird. so many people WANT to work in this unit. They see it as th pinnacle of their career. Okay maybe flying on the chopper is a smidge higher - and they get cool uniforms. But for most folks working the Trauma unit means you have arrived.
Me. I just don't care. You can have the trauma unit. WAAAAYYY to many egos for my taste. And Heaven forbid a doc actually writes an order in the chart. They discuss things amongst themselves, sometimes letting the nursing staff in on whats going on.... sometimes not. And if I'm lucky - I catch wind of it. I asked someone about this odd thing about not writing orders. I was told trauma surgeons are "too busy to write orders".

Reminds me of a joke. What's the difference between a doctor and god? God doesn't think he's a doctor.

Were not in Kansas anymore....

Well I was pulled from my usual comfortable routine and sent to the trauma unit. Not usually a big deal. But today was travel day. Let me correct that... travel without any notice day. I walk into my first room for my first vent check and the there is an anesthesiologist, a transport tech and several other people. I know I'm going to look dumb but still I had to ask, "Are we going some where?". "yes the OR... now" Okay, okay I stuff my pockets full of all the crap I might ever possibly need and off we go. I leave them in the OR and come back to the unit. Walk through the doors and a nurse assails me, "Are your ready?" Me (looking dumb yet again) "Er, ready for what?" "We are taking bed four to the cath lab... now" Damn. Lucky though, I still have pockets full of all crap I may need. I never really get caught up... but you know eventually you get so behind your on schedule again! The afternoon was a repeat performance. Another transport ... which I actually got told about. And then I am doing my vent check and two nurses are talking "... and when you get back we will..." One more time I look dumb, "Are we going somewhere? " "Yes, CT ... now". You know I should have just walked out and not said a word and when they were ready to roll out the door and realized the guy is connected to a ventilator THEN maybe they would think about giving the RT a heads up!!

But then again. They might not have noticed and extubated the guy.