Yargh! Okay, I have my bad days every now and again, I'll admit, and today is no exception. One of the lad aides is sick, so I've been collecting and going to ER to do the collections since 2 pm. It's now 4 pm, and it's been the most annoying 2 hours EVER. I'll just get back from emerg, and they'll phone again to get me to come bakc to draw blood. They saw me walking out the door. They know I'm leaving. Why not stop me before I leave ot save time? But noooo, they let me leave and then call to get me to come back again.
And bloody hell, if that nurse in emerg checks on me while I'm collecting and rolls her eyes at me one more time, I swear I'm gonna punt HER through a plate glass window. She's small enough, and I have enough rage that I think I could actually do it right now. Yargh! Okay, so I missed one patient. Fine. It happens. But then she has to get me to stand there, while she gets ready, and then we go back to the patient, 'cause we're gonna get that blood come hell or high water. According to her, anyway. She doesn't care that I'm only actually allowed to poke the patient twice, and she doesn't really seem to care that I don't want to do it again, because I know if I've already missed twice, I'm gonna miss again. That's just the way I work. SO back to the patient we go, and she starts manhandling this poor lady that's been vomiting so bad she actually came to emerg. And you know it's bad vomiting if they come to emerg because of it. So she's feeling around on this patient, and she asks me where I tried. Both arms, I said. So she grabs a hand. Hand veins ae seriously painful, and rarely work very well, and generally you end up bruising the patient pretty bad. But a hand vein it is. So she's in there with the needle and it's just not coming. Oh, the incompetent lab tech screwed up again. So finally she weilds the needle and gets soemthing. Well, it's barely moving and a HUGE blood blister's forming on this lady's hand. Plus she's groaning 'cause it hurts like hell, but we're getting blood, so the nurse is VERY pleased with herself.
So I'm in with another patient, and I miss twice again. Big surprise. I'm sucking today, what more do you want? And as I'm leaving I hear them talking "oh, maybe we should send (insert nurse's name here) in with her to help again". Okay, if your nurse can get the blood and I'm so incompetent I need help to get any blood from anyone, why do you phone me in the first place? Do it your freakin' self! And don't tell me how to do my job! Yes, I can get blood, but not under these poor conditions, with everybody and their dog telling me what to do and checking up on me very 5 minutes to see if I'm doing my job right (despite the fact that they don't really know what my job is to be able to tell if I'm doing it right). Oh, and by the way, this isn't my job. It's a lab aide's job, but they're all sick or don't want to work 'cause of the condtions here, caused mostly by your "friendly" emerg staff.
So stop rolling your eyes at me like I'm incompetent and I don't know what I'm doing. I do know what I'm doing, it's just hard to work when everyone's looking over your shoulder and you're already having a bad day. And beware emerg nurse, 'cause there are PLENTY of plate glass windows here at the hospital.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Enough of the damn babies!
As though it wasn't enough that Glen's family brought his 3 year old nephew to visit and I had to deal with hearing "Evan, stop that!" for 3 days, but now there are babies everywhere! There are babies at the grocery store and the dollar store when I go shopping. There are babies at work to take blood from. In the past couple weeks, I've taken blood from two babies. Nearly three, but luckily the lab aide came back from her break before they decided they wanted bloodwork on the second baby that had come into emergency that night. Two babies! One was so new he was still red. And when I say new I mean, like, 2 hours new. Like he popped out of the womb and there I was, waiting to jab him in the heel.
And it’s not as though I really mind taking blood from the babies. Yes, they scream bloody murder, but they’re a lot more tolerable than some adults ‘cause they don’t try to tell you what to do, and they don’t get all overdramatic and act like they’re gonna faint. Yes, they cry, but they just have to sit there and take it, ‘cause they can’t say otherwise. It’s the parents of the baby, who are always there, telling me what to do and gasping when I stick the needle in because I’m hurting their poor defenseless, sick little baby. Oh, what a cruel person I am. But lets face it, moms and dads, you’re baby’s sick, and it’s probably better that I take blood and we find the problem than to not hurt your little bundle of joy because you can’t stand to watch me do it. And you try to send them out of the room, but they don’t want to leave their poor little baby. It’s a frickin’ baby! It’s never gonna know you left the room when I was taking blood, ‘cause it’ll never remember. So just leave the room because your obsessive cooing and telling the baby that it’s gonna be ok is making me sick. And me being sick does not bode well for the fact that I’m about to approach your screaming baby with a very sharp needle.
And just to add insult to injury, I walked into the gym today, a generally baby-free zone (since babies aren't generally concerned with keeping their abs flat and their butts small), and I was assaulted by the crying, whining, gurgling sound of nearly 30 babies! They must have some sort of post-natal class for new mothers where you bring your baby to the gym or something, but there they were. In all their tiny, pink and blue wearing glory. Freakin' babies in my gym! This is usually my oasis. The one place I can go that is baby-free, and I can look like crap and no-one will care, and I can sweat as much as I want and it’s actually a good thing. And they have now invaded my beautiful oasis. And you all know how much I love babies. Stupid little pooping crying machines that they are. And the lady teaching the class was all “okay, now put your baby on your tummy and lets play patty-cake”. Aargh! Stupid babies! I don’t want to hear about all the babies over the speakers when I’m on the stairmaster sweating like a pig. I want to hear the new Fallout Boy song, or a little oldies. Not frickin’ patty cake! Stupid, pooping, peeing, whining, crying, gurgling, smelly babies…
So in conclusion, forces that be, enough with the bloody babies! I’ve had it. I see one more baby in the next week I swear I’m gonna grab it and punt it through the nearest window. And I’ll make sure it’s one of those really sharp, plate glass ones that shatter really well when you break them, too.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Pay attention when you're driving, dammit!
So the riny season has finally arrived here in beautiful BC. Thus, when I got up this morning I put on my bright yellow, water resistant, butt flap jacket to go out for my morning jog. Well, water resistant, my ass, but that's another complaint for another day.
I was happily jogging along, not really enjoying the squishing my toes were making in my shoes. I was nearly finished, when, as I was crossing the street, some lady damn mear ran me over in her car! To be fair to her, there were a group of kids crossing the street in the other direction, but once I waited for them to get out of the way ('cause God forbid they should stop and wait for me, despite the fact that I'm going far faster than them), I started crossing. Well, she stomps on the accelerator and I nearly run into the side of her car. Then she has the nerve to give ME a dirty look when I wave her to keep going. After all, I would've had to run around her car since it's now sitting in the center of the intersection.
But seriously now, how did she not see me? You guys have all probably seen the bright yellow butt-flap jacket. It's bright yellow! And it's a cloudy day! How do you miss that running towards you? But apparently she did, and just decided she was going to keep going on her merry way, and ignore the fact that pedestrians actually have the right of way in Canada. They do, really. It's a law.
But this is not the first time this has occurred here in Campbell River. Drivers here have an irritating habit of ignoring everything around them when they pull up to an intersection. Oh, that jogger in the white T-shirt? I didn't see her, despite the fact she's been standing there since I pulled up to the light and cut her off as she was trying to cross the street. Biker? What biker? Oh, you mean the one I just about ran off the road? Didn't see her, but I do remember seeing a blinking red taillight on something going down the side of the road.
Seriously, one of these days I'm just gonna lose it and throw myself on front of one of these idiots. That's right, I know you don't know I'm there 'cause I saw you not look both ways as you were approaching the intersection. So watch out, 'cause next time I'm gonna fling myself in front of your fancy BMW, put a nice big dent in the hood and then sue you for that half-million dollar house you own. And all because they'll give any idiot with two arms and a right leg a driver's license here. No wonder insurance prices are so bloody high...
I was happily jogging along, not really enjoying the squishing my toes were making in my shoes. I was nearly finished, when, as I was crossing the street, some lady damn mear ran me over in her car! To be fair to her, there were a group of kids crossing the street in the other direction, but once I waited for them to get out of the way ('cause God forbid they should stop and wait for me, despite the fact that I'm going far faster than them), I started crossing. Well, she stomps on the accelerator and I nearly run into the side of her car. Then she has the nerve to give ME a dirty look when I wave her to keep going. After all, I would've had to run around her car since it's now sitting in the center of the intersection.
But seriously now, how did she not see me? You guys have all probably seen the bright yellow butt-flap jacket. It's bright yellow! And it's a cloudy day! How do you miss that running towards you? But apparently she did, and just decided she was going to keep going on her merry way, and ignore the fact that pedestrians actually have the right of way in Canada. They do, really. It's a law.
But this is not the first time this has occurred here in Campbell River. Drivers here have an irritating habit of ignoring everything around them when they pull up to an intersection. Oh, that jogger in the white T-shirt? I didn't see her, despite the fact she's been standing there since I pulled up to the light and cut her off as she was trying to cross the street. Biker? What biker? Oh, you mean the one I just about ran off the road? Didn't see her, but I do remember seeing a blinking red taillight on something going down the side of the road.
Seriously, one of these days I'm just gonna lose it and throw myself on front of one of these idiots. That's right, I know you don't know I'm there 'cause I saw you not look both ways as you were approaching the intersection. So watch out, 'cause next time I'm gonna fling myself in front of your fancy BMW, put a nice big dent in the hood and then sue you for that half-million dollar house you own. And all because they'll give any idiot with two arms and a right leg a driver's license here. No wonder insurance prices are so bloody high...
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