Posts tagged TT
Posts tagged TT
….with a nursing focus.
When I started nursing school, I had this grand idea that I wanted to become a nurse that was just amazing at starting IVs. I wanted to be the one that people turned to during the shift when a hard stick came around to see if I could try. I kept having failed attempts in school.
During school I had the worst instruction and was taught poorly how to start IVs. My preceptor during school wondered if I had some kind of eyesight problem, because I was always coming in on the side of the vein, just off by a slight angle, which is not the best way to enter a vein. She took me aside after and told me about my possible eye problem. I explained to her that we were taught in school to come in on the side of the vein. She’s like, NO! always come in on top of the vein. Once she explained that to me, I started getting successes, which excited me.
I left school with about a 50/50 success rate (including those I tried with the poor instruction). Then I have to say that there was a little bit of an extra nervousness that came around once I was on my own as a nurse. I know the first I IV I started on my own, the patient and their family member were like, wow—-I can’t believe you got it with how shaky you were.
I’ve had a couple of fails, but I’m getting better. By no means am I the person people will turn to, even though I have realized there are many nurses that won’t even attempt to try to start the IVs.
Recently I started an IV, it had been awhile since I had started one. I didn’t get a towel or anything under me. My supplies weren’t set up well and I hit the vein and I’m like——BLEEDER!!!! shit—-the family member is sitting right next to me, I’m in brand new scrubs, vein still good, blood seems like it’s just coming way too fast. I get everything together and explain that the blood seems more than it really is. Blood on the sheets, blood on the floor (just a few drops), I expected it to be on my new scrubs by the order of Murphy’s Law. Surprisingly I left with not a drop of blood on me. The patient asked me again about it on another shift of mine—-wondering why there was all the blood, so I’m sure I caused some worry (it really wasn’t that much blood, I just wasn’t prepared).
I have only started with a 22 gauge so far, because I have been a wimp at grabbing the larger gauges. I need to start adding that into my repertoire as well.
My success rates are now starting to be graded by age, health, weight, and so much more. The harder the stick ability, the better I feel about the success. My success rate is much higher than 50/50 lately, which makes me feel better. I am better at finding the veins too. I keep wondering what is the better newer technology that will need the stop of IVs. I feel people are going to look at our ear of medicine and just be in disgust of how awful and invasive we were to our patients in the name of healing.
Because I’m brave like the make-upless celebrities. No, truth is I’m lazy and I see no point in putting on make up to go play in poop, blood, puke and who knows what else. So between being lazy about make up and not wearing any to work, when I cross someone who hasn’t seen me without hair and make up done and I am dressed up, every time it’s a„, wow, I didn’t even recognize you. This still hadn’t changed my lazy habits.
And counting this in the topless Tuesday to join in with all the Tuesday memes. I guess I still need to add some TMI for Tuesday….anyone have any questions for TMI?
I shared my truth.
I ate tacos with no pants on.
I shopped online for pants while still not wearing pants.
Heading to bed, because I work tonight. So far I think I’ve done Tuesday right. Tuesday, you can keep being good to me, maybe I’ll join that other Tuesday meme that has to do with the lack of a top.
(I still think my eyes are burning a little from being in the sunshine earlier.)
I know my story is no where near a norm on divorce. I know each person has a unique story. I know I’ve been frustrated with how slow it’s come around, but I’m also aware of why and accepting of it. It’s weird to have to explain to people that I’m still in the same residence, but he’s at his girlfriend’s house half the time and it’s just been a slow moving process. (I truly think the kids have benefited more than I could have imagined by the way we have dealt with it all, which is one of the reasons I’m ok with it all, despite the frustration.)
The other week when we went to draw up all the paperwork to sign for the divorce, we hadn’t met with any lawyers before it, we didn’t even really know everything that we were going to get into, but I had heard some horror stories of how people have spent up to 10 hours arguing points of the divorce and still not coming to an agreement.
We started and were finished within 45 minutes. We took care of everything dealing with our children, finances, property and everything we have to do for this divorce in 45 minutes. We didn’t have one point of contention nor one real argument about anything.
It’s strange how things work out and I have noticed that my ex is a much better ex than he was a husband. I’m glad for this fact.
Well, I know many of you have kept up with my bad date stories. All up until I started dating myself and actually started having a good time on my dates. Then of course the good dates that ran into tragedy right after a good date happened. I truly believed that I just had no luck or chance of things working out in the dating world at all.
Towards the end of last year things took an unexpected turn. I was closing out those wonderful dating sites again (wonderful is not really the word I like to use, but can’t really think of a better sarcastic term at the moment). Usually in the past when I have closed out an account, if there was someone I was kind of talking to, I would give a heads up—hey, I’m leaving the site and give my email to further conversation, if there was interest. I’ve closed down the sites before and the conversation that continues after that is about nothing. Usually a, hey, why are you leaving and then nothing. So I sent out this I’m leaving message, and strangely a conversation continued. Then moved onto a proposed date, which turned out better than I could have expected. It was nice having the year end on a high note again and it’s always been nice that it has continued so far through this year, which I’m aware isn’t that long of a time, but it’s been very good and I’ll take very good in my life and enjoy it.
And in telling my friend about that date or the story I just shared and him having to leave at half time for his dad going to the ER and her knowing my past luck with dates she says, “Damn, Shauna! You are the Black Widow of your dates’ fathers”
(not purposefully of course)
It is Tuesday right? I forget when I go to work on one day and I come home another, then go back the same day. The terms tomorrow and yesterday easily become confusing. My truth today is focused on my patients. I know there is a ton I can’t share, but I just am amazed by them every day. I love that part of my job. I love the interaction with them. I have cried with them, laughed with them, and just listened to their stories, both of their health and some of the amazing parts in history they have lived through or experiences they have had. All of them stay with me to a degree, but the ones that really make my shift are the ones that make me laugh my ass off and I just can’t hold it back and I almost fall over laughing.
So there once was a patient that may or may not have had a bit of confusion going on. This patient was sitting there and had an emesis bag (like one pictured—-yes, just a upchuck bag). The patient turns to me and sincerely asks and continues on with out pause, Honey, What in the world is this? Sweetheart, is this an over-sized condom? Oh, I wouldn’t want to cross the man who needed that for a condom.
That day I completely lost it with that, doubled over laughing. We laughed a ton about other things as well. Makes the shift so much better when you have the patients that keep you going.
TT -,a couple pounds have found their way back around. Strangely, the pounds don’t bother me that much. The fact I’ve lost my old gym schedule and haven’t find a new one does. It feels like I’m not putting enough into myself.
I also haven’t had any new workout goals. Again, not weight related, but pushup goals…I just do them. I can’t even tell you how many I can do before dropping to my knees. And one I drop to my knees, I can go for a long time. Once lost interest in timing or counting. U.S need to add some solid new goals. It’s too cold to run for me. Yes, I’m a fair weather runner. But I need to be swimming and doing other shit. I need to get my focus on me back. And strangely getting to the gym seems like more me time than a workout at home.
Ok, you’ve now seen more of me today than you’d really ever need to.
Truthful Tuesday….I have some of the ugliest feet and I don’t give a damn. You can see the scar on my left got from my extra big sixth toe on that foot. The scar runs up and down the entire inner part of my foot.
Pilates feet. I miss making it to pilates class.
I need a pedicure in the worst way. I keep trying to make plans to go with my friend and drink wine and get manis and pedis, but our schedules suck ass next to each other.
Enjoy your day.
topless tuesday….yes, a double take….or would that be a quadruple take?
Anyone hating boobs at the moment?
(and who doesn’t incorporate cat litter with their boob shot…..I fail in so many different ways)