When I walk in late and see my assignment is Bush Gardens for the day, part of me is pissed off and part of me is relieved. Usually it's an easy shift task wise, but mentally it drains and by noon I'm hatin' on anybody with a vagina. I'm usually hating on the baby daddy's too just because they feed into the drama and make my life miserable by bothering me every 5 minutes for blankets, socks, ice. She's hungry and hasn't had lunch, can I bring her in some french fries? When is she going for her ultrasound? She's having pain again and needs more of that D medicine. You name it, it's the same thing over and over.
I explain why I need to straight cath when they're bleeding and the crying starts with their legs clamping shut tight. Color me unimpressed, the straight caths I use are pediatric size. I want to literally run when I see a 20 something female come in by BLS and she's acting the fool in front of the charge nurse desk. I know that beatch is gonna be mine in a minute. Yeah, and then 5 minutes later a bunch of her family shows up. Like, they couldn't just drive her in themselves? I guess that would defeat the whole purpose in their attention seeking game, right?
I have to say a lot of the work-ups are positive for early pregnancy with the resulting glee in their voices, "I can now apply for medicaid!"
I wish I understood this dog and pony show.
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