So I'm going to complain. Yes I know I'm complaining but today was just so fucked- one thing after another- I'm so glad it is basically over.
Everything that could have gone wrong did. First, there was an incredible amount of traffic this morning so much so that I had to go an alternate way through downtown and was 10 mins late to work (the traffic was so bad even a coworker that comes from the heights as well said something bc he dealt with the same thing)- gotta love Houston!
My first case was easy enough but then the 2nd things started going wrong- not to go into a ton of details but 4/4 twitches & full reversal adequate tv and head lift and then bam still WEAK. Ok.... Great.
Next, I'm eargerly waiting for my morning break so I can go down to sacc to see one of my best friends and her dad who just had surgery and by the time I get my am break at 10:40 they are gone.
Next, almost unnoticed infiltrated IV placed by someone else- but I discovered in time thank God- seriously and everything is ok (I'm really lucky thankful I found it despite the both arms covered in tight sheets w mountains of tape).
Oh and did I mention this all led to my art line and both iv's not working- ya- oh and no etco2 monitoring hooked up- no new Mac 4 blade and suction not working when I come in the room- yap- but I caught all these things bc when you r a CRNA you learn to personally check all these things yourself bc guess what you can't trust anyone!
Oh and a certain someone is calling in the room harassing me through the nurse asking if I hv the ore-op for some other pt. all during the heat of the moment w my losing my pulse ox and art line readings. Perfect timing!
Luckily everything is ok w all that, and it really could hv been a lot worse.
Next I continue to feel like physical shit as I battle this infection or whatever is wrong w me and can't wait to go to the doctor Thursday- which is the absolute soonest they could see me. Meanwhile I'm in this kind of steady state constant dull pain.
I finally go to lunch to discover the soup in my lunch bag has somehow leaked out of an imaginary hole and soaked everything else in the bag- now not only is half my soup gone but all my other food is ruined and I'm disgusted so I basically don't eat.
On my way home through rush hour traffic here in Houston- I try to mk it to the pharmacy to pick up medicine-yet every street I encounter won't let me take a fucking left hand turn!!!!
I go to whole foods and despite them having 50 kinds of tea they have NO tea filters!!!! Only coffee- and no they aren't the same thing nor are they interchangeable.
And finally I come home and my husband is sick w a cold (cough, sore throat) which his friend also has that they probably contracted from being packed like sardines at an iron maiden concert this past weekend. I am destined to get whatever he has on top of my current problem I have that I am anxiously waiting till Thursday to see if any permanent damage has been done.
It sounds like I am pretty miserable, but really I'm not. These days come & go. And we all learn from these things. It's just the way it is...a decision I made over a year ago is now proving to me that I made the wrong decision- that I should hv listened to the one side of me- but I over rationalized- I've become very good at rationalizing, but it clouds me. Thus now I have something I can't wait to get rid of...And I'm finding our bodies actually speak to us telling us what they need or don't need. I just have been over rationalizing all this time.
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