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The usual suspects shuffled in and out of my triage room with the sniffles, cough,
aches, some worse than others. One lady who reeked of menthol cigarettes and had a nose that sounded like it was full of rotting grits whipped out an old white, now grayish tinged stained tee shirt in a size 3x and blew a huge honker into it while I was typing her up. She then stuffed it back into her backpack.

Really, skank? Having been sick myself all week, I seriously had to excuse myself before I threw up all over my keyboard.

Sick

I'm not one to get sick with stomach stuff but this week has been a week from hell with vomiting and some diarrhea. After vomiting every 15 minutes the entire night on Sunday, it briefly crossed my mind how I was going to get to the ED. Scratch that, I would never go to the ED for N/V/D. I mean, really, I'm not elderly and I'm not under the age of 5. Besides, I don't want to be laughed at by all my co-workers.

What I don't get is how these people manage to even get off the couch to come in. I could barely walk down the stairs, let alone go back up them until night time. So, I did the sip thing, took some Zofran/Immodium and tried to ride it out. It's now Tuesday night and I still feel sick. WTF?

Making it worse was one of my crowns starting hurting like a real bitch and I had to drag my sick ass out to the dentist today. After some adjusting to my ever increasing mouth full of porcelain, I came home and tried to eat a little something. No go. Seriously, I can't eat anything without getting this over whelming urge to hurl. Then, to top it off, the cat has diarrhea. Nice.

I've got one more day off then it's back on Thursday. I might just have to call in, even though every time I have called in, it's the same excuse of N/V. All lies, maybe I better come up with a better excuse.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Halloween

You all know how immature I am.:

What will I tell my boys?

We got the call that a 44 year old female was coming in hot with an asthma attack. She arrives in full arrest, lungs too tight to bag and the story is that she was getting ready for work when she told her boyfriend to call 911. Somewhere in the story as I was triaging, a by-stander had told EMS there was some meth smoking going on prior to the incident. Crap, now I have to call the sheriff and all that poo cuz she dies and we don't know what happened.

She looked well nourished, no meth teeth, no skin pickings. Coming in, she was a Jane Doe but we soon had a name and word that her estranged husband was in the waiting room, alone.

He had gone to the house to pick up his two boys age 5 and 7, when the first responders had just arrived. Slowly, we get the story that he was separated from her, that they use to be drug addicts and had been clean for over 5 yrs. He had left her in April because he thought she might be using again, but wasn't sure. She had a boyfriend living with her but he had left the scene as soon as he called 911.

All he could say when told that she was dead was "Oh my God, what will I tell my boys?" Over and over he said it. I thought I was going to lose it when he pulled out the cell phone and showed me pictures of two tow-headed cherubs. Seriously, peeps, this one got to Rachedy, the cold dark heart that never bleeds was almost a sniffling wad of snot.

After all was said and done, the sheriff found a meth lab in the house and were actively looking for the boyfriend.

It's been three days and for some reason I can't let this one go.

Damn.

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The Power of PoonTang

I know, I've been away for a while. I guess I just get sick and tired of all the bs that goes on everyday, it's worn me down. The same complaints, the same bald-faced lies to my face, the same crap from the charge nurses who expect us to take one patient after another who are not triaged coming straight back from the waiting room whilst they sit perched on their asses surfing the internet and taking breaks.

To top it all off, the hospital fired most of the doctors and got a new group in a few weeks ago, probably cheaper. Obviously these new docs are brand new graduates who appear to be deaf mutes. No offense or anything, but dude, (I say dude because not one single one of them is female) when I tell you a patient looks like crap and you ignore me until I'm paging your ass overhead to bring the glide scope, don't you think just maybe you should have at least acknowledged me with a wink and nod?

Whatever. My main beef this past weekend was Dr.POS who works maybe a shift a month, thank Dog. He's got a mouth that would make a sailor blush and he seems to have some sort of sex addiction. I know the ER seems to attract that kind of shenanigans but this takes it to a new level.

One nurse told me that she got a text one day from him asking her out for the evening. She has 5 kids, 3 of them grown! He told her he got her phone number from Facebook. When she told him no, he texted back to please stop wearing her granny panties to work and has since ignored her. Bitch, please and you didn't report his ass?

Apparently this is nothing new for him. He's gone through most of the scribes, if you know what I mean and most of them are under the age of 24. Yesterday there was a patient who had a rash on her butt and he's at the nurses station talking about it, making fun of her, saying it looks like she got slapped too hard by her boyfriend while having sex, using numerous curse words that started with the letter 'F'.

This guy is from some country that traditionally thinks of women as second class citizens. His wife is a Pediatrician and everybody says she's beautiful. He talks about her like she's a bitch from hell. Just goes to show, having an education doesn't give one class.

I guess what chaps my ass is that with all the equal rights stuff, the laws on sexual harrassment and women's lib having been around over 40 yrs now, there are still women who think when a man stares at her breasts instead of looking at her, who makes sexual innuendos the only way he converses and maybe he touches her too, that's okay because he's paying attention to her. Ladies!! Wake up and get real, use your power to out these guys. Have some self respect.

Thank you.