First of all I will never look at chocolate pudding the same way again. As most of my friends know I am a hardcore fan to the death vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. Yes, I do eat sprinkles by themselves, that is a whole different story. But, every since I can remember that was my order at Dairy Queen, staring with a dish and then graduating to the cone. I have now moved onto blizzards, but deep down vanilla all the way!! As I have grown older I have learned to appreciate the chocolate emotional binge every now and then. So moving on to the story, chocolate pudding can be a great vehicle to give pills to patients, specifically those who are not alert and oriented, and those who get the "hostile" box checked during an assessment. So I walk in being my "cheerful, joyful" peppy self and offer this wonderful person their pills, one of which includes an anti-anxiety pills. So they agree to eat some chocolate pudding. My little brain says, "Praise Jesus, this is going to work." So in the spoon goes. Thoughts in my head: Alright this is going to work, meds passed on this person, just keep chewing, just keep chewing. Then it happened. Chocolate pudding proceeds to come in projectile vomit form out of her mouth at me landing on my face my arm and my name tag. At this point in my head I'm thinking okay this could be worse. Then this person who I love dearly begins to throw the goopy, spit up chocolate pudding. The conversation that ensues next is priceless:
Me: (Insert name here)." Please do not spit or hit, It's not nice or safe."
Insert name here's response: Oh yes it is nice to spit and hit.
Oh the joys of nursing. Let's just say I will never look at chocolate pudding, and eggs again. For the record do not put a hard boiled egg in the microwave I almost lost my life.
At the end of this blog I'd like to say a few thank you's
My cardio-thoracic surgeon: Thank for performing my CABG surgery, most likely it will be a quadrouple by pass and to you I owe my life.
My ICU nurses that will get me in recovery: Thanks for dealing with the raging horror and anxiety that will occur when I relieve that I am intubated. Have the wrist restraints, and ativan at the bedside. Don't worry, I will give you chocolate or buy you pizza. Food is so the way to a nurses heart.
My floor nurses: To you I will everyone, as you will help me with my recovery! Plus you will also deal with the nurses favorite type of patient, "the former/current nurse." Again I will give you chocolate or buy you pizza.
I ate Mark's pizza tonight for some reason I needed a comfort food binge, but right now my heart and my stomach isn't thanking me. Again I'm not sure how this whole blog thing will work but hope you enjoy the chocolate pudding story.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Blogging?
Hello, all in the blogging world. I never thought that I would actually create one of these for several reasons. Ranging from the fact that I do not lead a super exciting life to I really cannot handle a potential stalker right now. But for some reason I guess I decided to take the plunge.
So here we go... So as the title reveals, yes I am a nurse. I've been a nurse for about 9 months. (OK, can I just say that, that scares me!!!) That means that I have nearly been a nurse as along as it takes for a child to develop in the womb. That's a long time. However I still feel that same way I felt my first day I was ALL by myself. You mean I am responsible for these 3 to 8 people on a today? I have to answer their questions? Make sure they are comfortable. Control their pain. See them in their most vulnerable moments. All with a smile on my face. Some days it goes great and I really feel like I am making a difference in someone's life. Others, however make me question deep down if this is really what I am called today. Which ultimately results in my trademark line that my co-workers hear all the time. "I'm never, ever coming back here. I"m done, finished." But every week I always come back for the next shift for some strange reason. Maybe writing this blog will help me figure it out.
Anyways, I do not really know exactly what I will write in here, or how often I will write. But I do know, I have some pretty interesting/funny/down-right-weird/heartbreaking stories to tell from my 22 years of life. So I hope that everyone out in the blogging world will enjoy them. Wanna know a little about me? I'm 22, a nurse, daughter, sister, neice, friend, lover of sleep, college graduate, and most importantly a child of God. I love croutons and can eat a whole box at once, so I have to be careful at certain times. The same goes for Starburst jelly beans. I am an avid fan of college basketball. GO DUKE men and GO UCONN women. (For the record, March is the second happiest time of year compared to Christmas. I am in love w/ my new "perfect brownie pan maker." I am probably one of the messiest people you will every met. I love candles especially fruity ones. That's all you get for now.
So here we go... So as the title reveals, yes I am a nurse. I've been a nurse for about 9 months. (OK, can I just say that, that scares me!!!) That means that I have nearly been a nurse as along as it takes for a child to develop in the womb. That's a long time. However I still feel that same way I felt my first day I was ALL by myself. You mean I am responsible for these 3 to 8 people on a today? I have to answer their questions? Make sure they are comfortable. Control their pain. See them in their most vulnerable moments. All with a smile on my face. Some days it goes great and I really feel like I am making a difference in someone's life. Others, however make me question deep down if this is really what I am called today. Which ultimately results in my trademark line that my co-workers hear all the time. "I'm never, ever coming back here. I"m done, finished." But every week I always come back for the next shift for some strange reason. Maybe writing this blog will help me figure it out.
Anyways, I do not really know exactly what I will write in here, or how often I will write. But I do know, I have some pretty interesting/funny/down-right-weird/heartbreaking stories to tell from my 22 years of life. So I hope that everyone out in the blogging world will enjoy them. Wanna know a little about me? I'm 22, a nurse, daughter, sister, neice, friend, lover of sleep, college graduate, and most importantly a child of God. I love croutons and can eat a whole box at once, so I have to be careful at certain times. The same goes for Starburst jelly beans. I am an avid fan of college basketball. GO DUKE men and GO UCONN women. (For the record, March is the second happiest time of year compared to Christmas. I am in love w/ my new "perfect brownie pan maker." I am probably one of the messiest people you will every met. I love candles especially fruity ones. That's all you get for now.
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