RN musings

Hi there..

It's 9:04 pm and i am sitting on my couch, enjoying the fire, and eating a lovely, yummy lavash cracker to settle down my gnawing stomach and deciding to update the world on my state of mind and the run-down of my weekend... hence, who knows how long this posty thing will turn out to be? A whole lot of ramblings and thoughts jammed together onto one cyber page.

I just finished three day shifts... as a part timer, i usually don't do stints like that, i prefer the "two in a row" dealy but somehow got suckered and guilted into picking up today's shift as the ward was short on the weekend... so there i went. Thankfully, i had a lovely crew of patients, one of whom even gave me a hug before i left tonight and thanked me for making her weekend so enjoyable. Nice to be able to help someone out during a tough time in their lives.

But the weekend was full to bursting... saturday i worked a day shift - and it was busy but okay, a typical weekend day, a little more mellow than the weekdays and i made it out on time. I went to a birthday party in Beamsville for a friend of mine who turned 8. Well, okay, he was born February 29th so he's actually much older than that but technically, he's 8. I should have thought of that when i made up his card, but alas, my creativity had flown out of the window. Otherwise i would have bought him a kiddie card which would have been great funness.

An aside, my favorite little song ditty thing at the moment is "good things growoh in Ontario!!" I love the little off key way the guy has of singing it and the quirkiness of it... so i've been driving everyone nuts at work with my constant under my breath whisperings and renditions of that song. Cuteness!

So, the arrival time back to the homestead on Saturday eve was late... too late, much too late for anyone to remain sane and work a full day shift the next day... and stress about getting a mission trip organized and why wasn't there any drivers and why wasn't this and that organized yet and i only had myself to blame since i have the most horrible habit of procrastination and disorganization. And why i can't stick to my diet and seem to cheat all the time and then say "oh well, there's always tomorrow" instead of right then and there pulling up myself by the bootstrings and deciding to fight the urges to snack and indulge. Grrrrrr!!! There are days that i could cheerfully turf myself out the window, though that might be a little difficult since we live in a basement and it is difficult enough to get out of the window without turfing myself through it. So, okay, you get the meaning...

Back to the story, so bedtime was somewhere around the 1:00 am mark, far too short a night when the alarm is booked to ring at the grand and glorious hour of 5:21 am (craftily planned to allow one snooze session to fool my sleep deprived body into thinking it was receiving a wonderful treat of 9 extra minutes of snooze time!). I hauled my sorry body out of bed and back to the grindstone of work. The day again, wasn't too bad, until my patients all decided to have upset stomachs just before i was to leave at 7pm... Why do these things always happen at the end of a shift? Like admissions rolling up at 7:02 or patients asking for silly things like "can you move my curtain?" at 6:54. Nope, bad timing to be sure, to be sure. Wow, this is getting very random, perhaps i should stop, but then i would leave you, my faithful reader, in a quivering heap of humanity on the floor as the suspense kills you to find out what the rest of my weekend held.

Okay, well, okay, work was okay, except for the last-minute pain brigade... once i had my fair share of narcotics dispensed, i headed off to a meeting for the trip i'm helping organize... which was okay, but we seemed to miss a few team members which caused some frustrations and lack of efficiency. However, we will deal with that too...

I hit my wall big time at around 9pm and couldn't function anymore... so i betook myself to my abode, ranted for a little while to poor Carina about life and work and every other such problem that i could possibly think of at the moment and again betook myself to my little bed to rest my weary bones and to last for about 2.544 seconds reading my book before i fell asleep. I seem no longer to be able to stay up til all hours watching tv or reading books... much to my elderly frustration!

Today, my day shift was good, felt like a weekend day rather than a weekday which is always a good thing.

Anyhow, i'm done my rambles for now... perhaps again sometime we'll meet, don't know where, don't know when, but i know we'll meet again some sunny day!