Saturday - Already? And I'm Irritable...

Just where does the time go?  Another week just blew right by.  The good news is, that means it's only 6 weeks until Hannah comes back.  See?  Silver lining!

I know I haven't been on here much lately, been busy working extra.  Some changes in my husband's job situation that will hopefully work itself out in the next week or less.  Kinda got me stressed out right now.

Okay you know I've been picking up some extra shifts, but only had 3 scheduled this week (I am part-time and only have to work 2 shifts a week) and I got a phone call from "S", a nurse I work with, who desperately wanted off so she could go to the Kenny Chesney concert.  So, even though she is by far not my favorite person, I ageed because it benefited me.  Then on Wednesday I get this phone call from "S" and this is our conversation:

S:  I just wanted to let you know that I don't need you to work for me on Saturday after all.

Me:  Really?  You are not going to the concert?!

S:  No, I'm going, but I got "T" to work for me so you won't have to.

Now wait a minute.  For a week and a half I have been counting on working Saturday (tonight) and now "S" tells me she got someone else to work for her.  WTH?

Me:  S, what is the problem?  Why did you ask T when I already told you I would work for you?  You know staffing is not going to like that because he is market pool and is more expensive than me.  They want you to trade with regular staff first.  Plus, I've already rearranged my schedule so I can cover your shift for you.

S:  Well I just noticed that you will be working three days in a row and I know you don't like that so I asked T to cover my shift instead.

Me:  Why don't you let me worry about how many days in a row I will be working.

S:  Sorry.  I've already asked T.

I knew that another nurse wanted Saturday off as well so I called him and volunteered to work and turned in the appropriate forms to staffing.  You know what I hope?  I hope something comes up and T can't work for S and then she has to miss the concert.  And then, the next time I see her I am going to tell her not to ever call me again to cover a shift, even if someone is dead or dying.

Jeez!  Do I sound the tinest bit crabby?  Sorry.  I am in a bad mood, I guess.

Hey, I didn't tell you that we had a baby born in the ER last week, did I?  Well it's a big deal on several points.  First of all, we do NOT have labor and delivery or any OB/GYN at our hospital right now.  Second, I've never, ever, not one time, during my entire 12 years as a nurse and even as a student nurse, been in on a delivery.  So that was waaaayyy cool.  So the deal is this obvisously very pregnant Mexican lady came into the ER crying, moaning, and screaming that she is having a baby.  Now we don't like that for the above reason of not having L&D.  But what could we do because it was pretty apparant that she was going to deliver imminently, especially since she was wanting to push.  We rush her into our makeshift delivery room and by the time we got her in there that baby was already out at about it's chest.  So I say she made it over the border just in time!  It was so funny because we were all yelling and shouting and hollering at each other over what to do, and then the doctor comes in and takes somewhat charge.  But it was fun and exciting.  Especially forme, because I started my shift off with a code and my patient dying.  Nice way to end the shift, with a new life.

Another thing of interest was about 6:00am Thursday morning, right before the end of my shift, an ambulance brought in a 17yr old guy who had been found on the sidewalk passed out in his own vomit.  Unfortunately not too unusal to have drunks brought it, but 17 is not the usual age although we do get underage drinkers in too often.  This kid was laughing and carrying on and said "Oh wow, you're beautiful (beer goggles on).  Are you married?  Never mind cause even if you are married are you happy?  Cause I can make you happy."  Seriously?  "Oh you had better stop now before you embarrass youself cause I'm old enough to be your mother."  That got him crying.  "I love my mother sooo much but she doesn't want me to live with her and I miss her!"  I found out he was living with is Dad and his Mom was in California.  I called multiple times to get the Dad and finally gave up and got hold of the Mom who gave us permission to treat.  I went back into the room to start an IV and give this kid some fluids when he started crying again.  He said "Did you ever think your life was so horrible that you would never be happy?"  I'm like "You're 17, how horrible can it be?"  "I'm a virgin and I've never had a girlfriend."  Oy jeez!  "You're 17, you've got lots of time."  "How do you not be a total f*&&-up in your life?"  "You just take one day at a time. And every day you get up you do the things that are expected of you, that you are responsible for.  And you may not be happy today, or tomorrow, but in the long run you will be a happier person."  With that I medicated him and off to sleep he went.  You know in the hour and a half before I left his Dad never called, despite me calling and leaving multiple messages at multiple phone numbers.  How sad is that?

Well, hope your weekend is a good one.  Mine will be spent working.  Catch up later! 

Ciao!  De ;)