I really dislike the leftover, sloppy seconds kind of a day that comes after a holiday because I had to kiss a lot of ass and yell at people who should have known better. Plus, I have to write about every little thing in excruciating detail for the record.
For example, I wrote 16 pages of notes in the electronic charting systrem and I sat with patients and families for the better part of 2 hours today, explaining things like why granny can't have pizza every night or her automatic defibrillator is gonna shock her ass to kingdom come, or why my 600 pound dude can't be slugging down 4 liters of Mountain Dew every day because he gained 120# in the past 90 days from fluid overload (this one has been an ongoing "dialogue" for the past 6 years.) Yes, Virginia, some folks seem to have the IQ of a carrot.
On the other hand,
there is the scenery (the 2 legged kind.) and I get to talk to them, lots.
there is the "job well done" note for an article that I helped write for the Register.
there is the fact that for 5 hours today, I got to listen to Springsteen while I wrote my sordid little tales of woe.
there is the knowledge that some people do better because I was there.
So, I guess today was a mixed bag, and sort of a smelly wrinkled hairy one at that.
Hmm..Muse? Here Musey, Musey......
Coolest song of the day; "The Rising" by Springsteen. I want that played at my funeral (not that I'm gonna go anytime soon). Just way cool.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment