What a fun day. Arrive to work. Resident's family member waiting at my office door. Spend 30 minutes trying to explain why she should not worry that her auntie was wandering around in other peoples rooms last night peeing on their carpet. Probably just a UTI... we won't panic until the culture comes back. Come to find out, I am now 30 minutes late for an assessment at another community. Drive fast over to the other place and complete the assessment. Return to work at noon. Get poop sample from another resident. Talk with that resident's daughter through the shower curtain ( she was showering... not me) explaining why I did not send her mom out to ER last night when she had just pooped 3 times.... Daughter will take mom to ER. OK, find cooler go to kitchen for ice...package cup of poop in cooler give to daughter to take with her. Run down 32 steps to man who has blood sugar of 32... call EMS... run up the 32 steps to check on Mr. L.. find he has fluid overload and swollen legs up to groin. Wet lungs... Call EMS. run down 32 steps to copy chart and meet EMS. Run up the 32 steps to meet them in the room. Send Mr. L. to ER. complete the mandatory med tech training... get out of that and go down 32 steps to Julie's office. Told there was murder on Duke St (two streets away..police shot suspect who got away) Prepare for lock down. Run up the 32 steps to tell Mary, other nurse, she needs to leave now so she can get home to her son and she won't end up in lock down. Do stand-up with staff and explain the new nurse just quit. run back down the stairs to Julie's office to discuss new nurse quiting. Staff comes in and says Mr. W is not breathing. Run up 16 stairs into his room. Physical therapist doing chest compression..no one doing breathing. No mouth guard. I start breathing... sputum coming out his mouth... gag... breath...gag...breath... yell for mouth guard. Continue doing breathing with every expiration of air out of lungs more sputum comes out of mouth. Trying to wipe my mouth on my sleeve with every breath. Finally EMS comes... they will bag... now have to take turns with compressions. Do compressions in team of three for 30 minutes. Run in to call daughter to tell her her dad's heart has stopped. Resuscitation unsuccessful....EMS there, Fire department there, police there. Luckily they put body up on bed. ... Start to shave his face before daughter arrives. Daughter arrives. Stay with her until she is ready to leave. Prepare body for funeral home. Cannot send unclean body. Take off brief... YUCK.... scrotum goo... penis goo....... Go get Dawn dishwashing detergent. This takes away all icky goo and leaves a good smell.... clean rest of body...Start to my office... Ms. E. now has blood sugar of 600. Doctor on phone. Unable to take verbal order. Will send out to ER. Police helicopters still circling building and area looking for shooter. Go down 16 steps to get something to rinse out mouth.... Sprite or Diet Coke which has most antiseptic acid??? go for diet coke. Heading to office to leave. Mr. C. says his "butt is bleeding." Mr. C tried to hit care staff this morning. Staff won't go in without me. Go to room with Mr. C to check his butt. Poop in butt. clean him off and find diaper rash. Slather on A&D. Go call his niece... listen to 20 minutes of ranting from her. she needs someone to rant at. Hang up phone. Go down 16 steps to office. Get purse. Desk looks like a bomb went off on it. Police helicopters not flying anymore. Take purse go down 16 steps. Hearse outside and mortuary people coming off elevator. Go into Julie's office. She is ready to go also. 8:00 PM walk out door.
5 EMS ambulance's, 2 large fire trucks, 2 police cars, police helicoptors flying overhead, and one hearse later the day is done.
Exhausted. but thankful for a job.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
A Good Day
Yesterday was such a good day due to the kindness of Ranger. He and Cory, the son, picked me up and while he was here he fixed the TV. (yahooo for whit and I) Then we went to Cracker Barrel where we had a wonderful breakfast. Then off to Lowe's to look for a fireplace grate. I love Lowe's and Home Depot. No fire place grate so off to the Agri something or other... (which equates to the Nordstroms for farmers) to look for a log turner. Now that place was really fun.
The ranger was on a mission. I was just enthralled by all of the interesting stuff. My first mistake was asking if the big round jungle gym things outside the store were toys for the kids. OOPS... no, ranger explained it is where you put the hay so the cows eat it and don't poo on it.
Inside was a world full of things I have never seen, OK, I have seen shovels etc but it was the farming/hunting stuff that was really fun. And the store was so clean it was amazing. We found a three wheeled thingy that you can sit on while fixing the tractor. Ranger got really excited over that. I thought it looked like great fun to race... kinda like one of those wiggle bikes.
Then there were these huge long things that looked like something you would stuff your extra plastic bags into, although they were already stuffed. I really couldn't think of anything else they could be used for. They were the cow scratchers. LOLOLOL... Maybe I should hang one in my bathroom to scratch my back on... then the ranger explained you put bug repellent on them so when the cows scratch they get the joy of the bug repellent. Who would've thought!!!
I found some other ladies in the "cooking" portion of the store. There were all sorts of cast iron things and things to make fires with. Also I found bottled hot sauce and BBQ sauce stuff. The ladies were discussing how all of the good things were gone. I didn't know what the "good things" were so I hurried back to the back scratchers.
Ranger found the log turner for $109.00 and grunted he could figure something out cheaper. (little did I know that would include me and Cory) Cory and I had fun trying on cowboy hats and camo lined sunglasses. Did you all know that camo is now coming in fall colors. :)
After the agri store it was back to the rangers house. He had wood to chop. Ranger handed me an extra pair of socks, a hat, and some gloves and told me he wanted me to come out. So I, in my black velour warm ups, put on his oversized waterproof boots , the hat, the gloves and my thank goodness washable fuzzy jacket from Costco and headed out to the back 40 with "the men."
Soon I found myself kneeling on the ground trying to shove a large piece of wood under the tree that was going to be cut up, while the ranger used the car jack and Cory stabilized it with the 2x4 ranger had nailed onto the tree. We were successful!!!! who needs an old 109.00 tree turner when you have a car jack and a 2x4. The tree was then cut up and Cory and the Ranger split the wood. I loaded the wood into the back of the tractor for Cory to take up to the porch and stack... The knees of my black velour britches were now muddy, dirty and WET.
I am thinking to myself, ok mission accomplished now inside to start the fire and settle down with my knitting and my book. OK... not so.... Ranger then grabs my hand and the chain saw, yells to Cory to meet us in the woods with the big tractor and off we go.
By the time we cross the clearing where the deer come and they shoot skeet, I am totally out of breath and starting to whine. Ranger laughs. Then we head into the woods. It is muddy and messy and I am in shoes that don't fit and a coat that is attracting all of the burrs that you can find. We continue to walk, I am sure a thousand miles, through mud. I am trying to point out that we have passed many good trees that he could chop down.... Ranger laughs and informs me they have to be already dead and down and he has one specific tree in mind. We talk about how I need to start walking. I remind him he is huffing and puffing as well and we both decide it is time to seriously loose weight.
FINALLY, we get to the tree. It is HUGE...It is nice to finally sit on the tree look at the beauty of the woods. (Now the bum is wet) Ranger shows me deer tracks that have been left in the mud. We just have time to talk about life. Then we hear Cory coming in with the tractor.
The tree gets hooked up and then Ranger jumps on the tractor and starts pulling it out. HEY WAIT A MINUTE.... I want a ride too. NOPE, Cory and I start to walk back. It was a good day.
The ranger was on a mission. I was just enthralled by all of the interesting stuff. My first mistake was asking if the big round jungle gym things outside the store were toys for the kids. OOPS... no, ranger explained it is where you put the hay so the cows eat it and don't poo on it.
Inside was a world full of things I have never seen, OK, I have seen shovels etc but it was the farming/hunting stuff that was really fun. And the store was so clean it was amazing. We found a three wheeled thingy that you can sit on while fixing the tractor. Ranger got really excited over that. I thought it looked like great fun to race... kinda like one of those wiggle bikes.
Then there were these huge long things that looked like something you would stuff your extra plastic bags into, although they were already stuffed. I really couldn't think of anything else they could be used for. They were the cow scratchers. LOLOLOL... Maybe I should hang one in my bathroom to scratch my back on... then the ranger explained you put bug repellent on them so when the cows scratch they get the joy of the bug repellent. Who would've thought!!!
I found some other ladies in the "cooking" portion of the store. There were all sorts of cast iron things and things to make fires with. Also I found bottled hot sauce and BBQ sauce stuff. The ladies were discussing how all of the good things were gone. I didn't know what the "good things" were so I hurried back to the back scratchers.
Ranger found the log turner for $109.00 and grunted he could figure something out cheaper. (little did I know that would include me and Cory) Cory and I had fun trying on cowboy hats and camo lined sunglasses. Did you all know that camo is now coming in fall colors. :)
After the agri store it was back to the rangers house. He had wood to chop. Ranger handed me an extra pair of socks, a hat, and some gloves and told me he wanted me to come out. So I, in my black velour warm ups, put on his oversized waterproof boots , the hat, the gloves and my thank goodness washable fuzzy jacket from Costco and headed out to the back 40 with "the men."
Soon I found myself kneeling on the ground trying to shove a large piece of wood under the tree that was going to be cut up, while the ranger used the car jack and Cory stabilized it with the 2x4 ranger had nailed onto the tree. We were successful!!!! who needs an old 109.00 tree turner when you have a car jack and a 2x4. The tree was then cut up and Cory and the Ranger split the wood. I loaded the wood into the back of the tractor for Cory to take up to the porch and stack... The knees of my black velour britches were now muddy, dirty and WET.
I am thinking to myself, ok mission accomplished now inside to start the fire and settle down with my knitting and my book. OK... not so.... Ranger then grabs my hand and the chain saw, yells to Cory to meet us in the woods with the big tractor and off we go.
By the time we cross the clearing where the deer come and they shoot skeet, I am totally out of breath and starting to whine. Ranger laughs. Then we head into the woods. It is muddy and messy and I am in shoes that don't fit and a coat that is attracting all of the burrs that you can find. We continue to walk, I am sure a thousand miles, through mud. I am trying to point out that we have passed many good trees that he could chop down.... Ranger laughs and informs me they have to be already dead and down and he has one specific tree in mind. We talk about how I need to start walking. I remind him he is huffing and puffing as well and we both decide it is time to seriously loose weight.
FINALLY, we get to the tree. It is HUGE...It is nice to finally sit on the tree look at the beauty of the woods. (Now the bum is wet) Ranger shows me deer tracks that have been left in the mud. We just have time to talk about life. Then we hear Cory coming in with the tractor.
The tree gets hooked up and then Ranger jumps on the tractor and starts pulling it out. HEY WAIT A MINUTE.... I want a ride too. NOPE, Cory and I start to walk back. It was a good day.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Mind rattling thoughts
This will be a boring post.. mainly just my mind rattling around with thoughts. I love this time of year. The temperature in NC drops to where it is comfortable and pleasant. The trees are now showing their beautiful colors. I love driving along the roads and watch the intensity of yellow, orange, greens and red change with each tree or even on the same tree. I love the colors of pumpkins and mums...I am in awe of the beautiful world the Lord provided for us.
I looked out of my window this morning and saw Bob, the groundhog, sitting on the step to the shed. He was checking out my lawn to see if there was anything good to eat. I kinda even felt warmly toward old Bob today. I thought about how I groan when I look at the tunnels he has dug to get to my yard but then think of the moose Jodi faces in her yard in Alaska and Bob doesn't seem so bad.
I have been thinking about this past year which I will not put high on my list of years to remember . (Except for Stephanie and West coming into our family!!!)
I need to stop groaning and moaning so much. I now go to work and instead of getting to laugh at someone pooping in my chair, I get to watch people come into the clinic three times a week to hook up to the artificial kidney and have their blood cleaned and the fluid removed. Most of them either have only one leg or no legs due to diabetes, hypertension and renal failure. I watch as their blood circulates outside of their body and into the tubing on this dialysis machine and marvel at how intricate our bodies are. I marvel at what the Lord has provided us as temples to house our spirits in while on earth. The mechanism of our bodies, just our kidneys alone, requires so many scientific principles. Osmosis, diffusion, electrolytes etc.... It just amazes me and I don't think I am grateful enough.
I have been thinking of how I can make next year better and make better choices. What can I do to have an impact on those around me like my friends have an impact on me.
I have been trying to come up with my 2010 motto and I finally found it today. I wish I could say I found it in the scriptures but no, maybe there is something in the scriptures like it you will have find it and share it with me. I wish I had thought it up but no I found it on one of those silly things that get passed around by e-mail.
My 2010 motto is :
To be the kind of woman that when my feet hit the floor each morning Satan says "Oh crap, she's up."
I think I can do a lot with that one.
What is your motto for 2010, I would like to know.
I looked out of my window this morning and saw Bob, the groundhog, sitting on the step to the shed. He was checking out my lawn to see if there was anything good to eat. I kinda even felt warmly toward old Bob today. I thought about how I groan when I look at the tunnels he has dug to get to my yard but then think of the moose Jodi faces in her yard in Alaska and Bob doesn't seem so bad.
I have been thinking about this past year which I will not put high on my list of years to remember . (Except for Stephanie and West coming into our family!!!)
I need to stop groaning and moaning so much. I now go to work and instead of getting to laugh at someone pooping in my chair, I get to watch people come into the clinic three times a week to hook up to the artificial kidney and have their blood cleaned and the fluid removed. Most of them either have only one leg or no legs due to diabetes, hypertension and renal failure. I watch as their blood circulates outside of their body and into the tubing on this dialysis machine and marvel at how intricate our bodies are. I marvel at what the Lord has provided us as temples to house our spirits in while on earth. The mechanism of our bodies, just our kidneys alone, requires so many scientific principles. Osmosis, diffusion, electrolytes etc.... It just amazes me and I don't think I am grateful enough.
I have been thinking of how I can make next year better and make better choices. What can I do to have an impact on those around me like my friends have an impact on me.
I have been trying to come up with my 2010 motto and I finally found it today. I wish I could say I found it in the scriptures but no, maybe there is something in the scriptures like it you will have find it and share it with me. I wish I had thought it up but no I found it on one of those silly things that get passed around by e-mail.
My 2010 motto is :
To be the kind of woman that when my feet hit the floor each morning Satan says "Oh crap, she's up."
I think I can do a lot with that one.
What is your motto for 2010, I would like to know.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Not fair
How come my mom and dad who are in their 80's have a better looking blog page than I do? Something is seriously wrong here.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Creepy crawly
Half way through my prayers last night ..... "Heavenly Father, please let the bug I feel crawling across my shoulders just be a tiny bug." ICKY Can you tell I have bug issues :)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
It's a Bugs Life
Everyone knows there are spiders in the West and BUGS in the South. Most of these bugs are tolerable as they don't like people so they are never around for you to see them. But, there is a bug that defies that rule. The nasty flat bugs with pinchers on the end of them... yes, pinchers that you can see. I think they are earwigs... I call them flat, pincher bugs. I think my mom told me they were earwigs. They have turned my outside garage door panel into their homeless shelter.
Every morning I pull my car out of the garage. Due to the fact that I don't have a garage door button thing in my car, I have to get out of the car and flip open the panel on the outside and punch in the code to close the garage door. I repeat the process every night when I come home. I have learned that during the night these "earwigs" or whatever they are, crawl into this little box and sleep. So now in the morning I tap the box before I open it to wake them all up, then I stand to the side, flip open the box and flick them all out in hopes they will go find a new homeless shelter for the next night.
Occasionally, one of these bugs will try to invade the inside of my home. They must crawl up through the drains because I will find one in the sink or in the shower or tub. Being the sadistic person that I am, I try to teach them a lesson and will try to drowned them to death rather than just let them have a fast death by squishing. But..... I have found these little suckers do not drowned easily.. they somehow seem to be able to float.
Well, Sunday was the last straw for these bugs. I was running a tad late for church (Please note children I went to church!!!!) and I had to iron my clothes. I have the best iron that was ever made. It is the kind Shannon's mother-in-law uses. She mentioned it in one of her blogs, I think, so the next time I got one I tried Claudia's and I love it!!! but don't ask me to tell you the name of it. Anyway, I am digressing.........
I am ironing my white linen shirt and I start to see these little black spots showing up. I look on the bottom of my iron and there is nothing there. I keep ironing but now I am concerned about what is showing up on my shirt. When I pick the iron up I about gagged. There in the water chamber, floating in the boiling water... because I am steaming my shirt..... is yes, one of these earwig bugs!!!!!!!
That is the last straw!!! They now have invaded my life in a personal way... NO MORE HOMELESS SHELTER....it is closed, the bug spray is coming out... blame your stupid friend who thought the water chamber in my iron would be a good place to just hang out....He ruined it for the rest of you all... go someplace else!!!
I am buying a bomb.... Jodi, not the H-S or D bomb or the nuclear bomb this is worse... it is the B-bomb.. the bug bomb... the chemical mist that once dispersed in the shut up home is suppose to kill all bugs and most likely will kill humans as well ...we just haven't heard about it yet.
As far as that truant earwig in my iron's water chamber. He died by boiling to death!! serves him right. I tried to flush him out and he won't come out. Rick, my friend, keeps telling me to just keep flushing. It isn't working. I think the bug is gone but then I see him float back into the chamber. I am still getting remnants of his body as I iron... It is nasty. Any suggestions on ways to flush out a dead bug from the water chamber of a really nice iron would be appreciated.
Every morning I pull my car out of the garage. Due to the fact that I don't have a garage door button thing in my car, I have to get out of the car and flip open the panel on the outside and punch in the code to close the garage door. I repeat the process every night when I come home. I have learned that during the night these "earwigs" or whatever they are, crawl into this little box and sleep. So now in the morning I tap the box before I open it to wake them all up, then I stand to the side, flip open the box and flick them all out in hopes they will go find a new homeless shelter for the next night.
Occasionally, one of these bugs will try to invade the inside of my home. They must crawl up through the drains because I will find one in the sink or in the shower or tub. Being the sadistic person that I am, I try to teach them a lesson and will try to drowned them to death rather than just let them have a fast death by squishing. But..... I have found these little suckers do not drowned easily.. they somehow seem to be able to float.
Well, Sunday was the last straw for these bugs. I was running a tad late for church (Please note children I went to church!!!!) and I had to iron my clothes. I have the best iron that was ever made. It is the kind Shannon's mother-in-law uses. She mentioned it in one of her blogs, I think, so the next time I got one I tried Claudia's and I love it!!! but don't ask me to tell you the name of it. Anyway, I am digressing.........
I am ironing my white linen shirt and I start to see these little black spots showing up. I look on the bottom of my iron and there is nothing there. I keep ironing but now I am concerned about what is showing up on my shirt. When I pick the iron up I about gagged. There in the water chamber, floating in the boiling water... because I am steaming my shirt..... is yes, one of these earwig bugs!!!!!!!
That is the last straw!!! They now have invaded my life in a personal way... NO MORE HOMELESS SHELTER....it is closed, the bug spray is coming out... blame your stupid friend who thought the water chamber in my iron would be a good place to just hang out....He ruined it for the rest of you all... go someplace else!!!
I am buying a bomb.... Jodi, not the H-S or D bomb or the nuclear bomb this is worse... it is the B-bomb.. the bug bomb... the chemical mist that once dispersed in the shut up home is suppose to kill all bugs and most likely will kill humans as well ...we just haven't heard about it yet.
As far as that truant earwig in my iron's water chamber. He died by boiling to death!! serves him right. I tried to flush him out and he won't come out. Rick, my friend, keeps telling me to just keep flushing. It isn't working. I think the bug is gone but then I see him float back into the chamber. I am still getting remnants of his body as I iron... It is nasty. Any suggestions on ways to flush out a dead bug from the water chamber of a really nice iron would be appreciated.
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