you are asked if you can charge a patient’s phone at the nurses station and you’re a low-key germaphobe and that phone just looks icky. “Hang on. I’m getting gloves and a sani-wipe and a bio bag. …and you don’t get to judge me for that.”

Hospital leadership rounding on a Saturday: “Hey thanks for being here today. You need anything? How’s it going today?”

Me: going on to tell them about at least 4 patients acting violently and needing one on one patient companions that we don’t have, multiple call offs for tonight, morale being deep in the toilet, safety for staff and—
Leadership: (something to the effect of…) “I’m going to stop you right there. We brought snacks for everyone. Okay bye.”

I got my flu shot yesterday at work () and it mopped the damn floor with me. But you better believe I’ll do it all again in a couple of weeks with the Covid booster. Then in some months with that maternal RSV vax. Woke up feeling much better after a half dose of Tylenol and sleeping with my neck on an ice pack.

What a difference a “fancy” mask makes. Now all of a sudden it’s compliments instead of stupid questions. 🙄

People are weird.

Totally normal work conversation:

Me: “Hey… you know your pants are totally covered in blood right?”
ICU Nurse: “Oh! No. Wow, okay… thanks, gotta go find some blue scrubs.”

2 COVID patients today. And their visitors will be the reason there will be two new ones by Saturday. Ffs. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I had no expectations for the hospital coffee vending machine. But I fed it my two bucks and came away with a blazing hot mocha that is actually very satisfying. It is literally the only good thing going on in my work day.

Woke up cranky.

Got to work and floated to the inpatient surgery and oncology floor. Where we have (checks notes in disbelief) 6 nurses for 42 patients (and 4 open/ready beds.) Each nurse is at 7+patients… with the potential to go up to 8.

Not the best time to be a patient, people.

Not the best time to be , for that matter.

Woof.

Went to check with my boss about getting my labs drawn during my shift. She said it was totally ok. I said: “I thought I would check. Some people get weird about it. Thanks for not being weird about it.”
“Yeah, no problem. I get it. You wanna touch the fake skin again?”
Me: *dry heaves* “Yeah. I hate that I do want to.”

you haven’t done your laundry in a minute and you’re scraping the back of the drawer for scrubs.

you are talking smack but the person you’re talking to is unknowingly broadcasting on vocera to the whole unit. 😳🫢
Also, I said what I said and none of it was inaccurate.

PSA: Do not ever speak the Q word to a healthcare worker. Don’t even think it. Don’t speak synonyms. Don’t allude to it. Don’t drop hints. Not even gestures. Just. Don’t. Do it.

We will resent and blame you for the next fall/rapid response/crisis/ED surge/code/etc. we encounter.

There is nothing more I hate in this line of work than a VIP. It’s unethical and disgusting.

Floated to the admissions unit (10 bed ED overflow unit) this morning. It’s either going to be the longest day or the shortest. You can literally never tell around here.

Covering both Neuro and Med/Surg today and I want to cry a little bit. 🥺

ICU today, who knows where tomorrow. Then no more floating for another two weeks. 😮‍💨 I can do this.

I’ve got the parade up on my auxiliary monitor because if I have to work, then I’m enjoying the balloons, floats, dancing, and bands. While I try to enjoy my free hospital cafeteria breakfast. Counting down the minutes until 3pm.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

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