*okay so i'm a nurse, blah blah blah. but lately i've been getting irRitaTeD at work by a couple things, for instance...i have a patient the other day who had severe, severe HELLP (pre-eclamptic, etc...SICK) okay and when i say sick, i mean not good...her platelets were 14 (should be 100). so then you have the husband, sitting on the lounge chair listening to his i-pod in the corner...i've just told his wife she cant have an epidural because her platlets are so low...she's crying...so while i'm sweating taking care of his wife and making sure she remains alive...he has the gaul to say to me as i'm emptying the foley catheter "guess that's probably not your favorite part of the job...gross huh?". um...did he just say that to me? okay now he is dead to me and i might kick him where it counts. additional instance, this time of the year at the hospital we get new interns (new docs fresh out of med school). gotta give em a break right...okay my little mom today was the sweetest little thing...but her labor turned into a nightmare to put it lightly. she pushed for 3 hours (epidural not working), had a forcep delivery, baby's first minute apgar was 2, and to top it off she had a 3rd degree tear. so the intern after watching the doc sew her back up and leave the room, he says, "well good, that's all over, you gotta feel better now". What, What the H did you just say...her bottom is swollen up like a hot dog bun, her baby is just now starting to turn pink, and she doesn't even realize what hit her. i'm not even going to go into the bi-polar patient i had the other day whose boyfriend ate licorice all afternoon while lounging out in tight jeans and watching jerry springer. It's like mayday-mayday to the male race...watch out or this nurse is going to start turning medieval on your butts.
...sound off my friends, anything "fun" irritating you lately :)
ps. im doing my first sprint tri this weekend "sink or swim" is my motto
pss. okay so addressing my irritability, i've been telling myself it's one of two choices: medication or a vacation so our whole family is headed to chi-town for vacation next week & the 4th, booyah
pss. my sister amy was a question on jeopardy last week, under the category "making sense"
*dont mess.
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HEY! I think if I were in your shoes I would have kicked them where it counts and if I were there the moms...geeze! It's great to see you guys on here and see how big your girls are. ( I saw your blog on the Bawden's page...hope you don't mind!) Sounds like you guys are kicking butt as usual! Hope you're well!!
Love the story I was laughing soo hard i was crying. Men are so Oblivious...Good thing all those women have you, and you are so amazing for them.(sorry I dont have a good story to share) That is soo cool your sister was a question.. She is a big deal :) Have fun on the 4th!!!
cami - you are hillarious, yet sadly, so real. I would have a hard time keeping my mouth shut!
Oh, what laughter. IPOD, Jerry Springer, licorice...just how old were these "kids". I could gripe about my husband right now, but after your story, I think he's a pretty good guy.
"Swelled up like a hot dog bun"? Oh I just cant wait! You really should of clocked that guy! I have a story or ten since I am in my "highly irratable" 26th week of pregnancy. Jet Blue- one person at the counter checking in a line of 200 people, long security line in which THREE people got in front of us because they were "late for their plane", running to the gate only to have another jerk at the counter give me crap for getting a pass for my husband to help me get through security with my belly, my 2 kids, my cameras, diaper bag, treats, help take all our shoes and jewelry off, disassemble the stroller, make the suspicious 2 year old go back through the gate to let her binky and blanket go through screening again and gosh forbid if you have more than 2 ounces of freekin Childrens Ibprofen in your purse. He actually told me that moms in Salt Lake do it by themselves all the time-bite me buddy. Than we went on the most horrendous flight of our lives-turbulence for 20 minutes-I am talking barf bags for me and my kids and the lady in back of us having a panic attack- there ya go Cami just call me and we will just vent!
you are so patient to not just spout off on those men (at the very least!)
here's a man story that i can't blog about. yesterday we spent 6 hours with my in-laws at a horrible play, before it started we had lunch (subway) and after eating most of my 6" sub i asked my son to hand me a cookie (fully aware that i don't need said cookie) and my f-i-l says to me "i think you have had your share of food today" talk about what the H! what part of a f-i-l/d-i-l relationship makes someone think they can make a comment like that?
Bwhaaa!! Oh I miss you Cami! You know they still haven't got me a new advisor yet!? GRR.
Sounds like you're borrowing a hormone surge and that the men should stand clear! Hilarious to read your account! I will say, men, though we love um, can be kind of clueless in that situation. Even my sweet hubby had to be told to turn off his computer already when I was ready to push! LOL! I'm glad someone as fabulous as you is helping poor mommies with dorky hubbies and defending them from interns!
And way cool about your sister! Jeopardy!! Wow.
Hang in there! *hugs*
Cami, You are so funny. I bet it is so hard to keep your mouth shut. Brett said he think I have "filter" better since I married him. I use to just say whatever was on my mind.
GOOD LUCK on your triathlon this weekend. I hope you LOVE it. I'll be waiting to hear how it goes. Love the other Kami
Hey I am so sad I missed you at the reunion!!!! You better of had a good excuse to pass up a night with me!!! Ha Ha Hope all is well!!
Look at the height and the precision of that jump. Well done!
I laughed so hard at your "kicking him where it counts" comment-I haven't heard that in a LONG time!! Hopefully you have a great, "non-irritating" vacation!!
oh man these stories are crazy! but i do have to say, after reading how horrible that girl's labor was i think we might still hold off on having kids....
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