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3.04.2012
3.03.2012
NO! Not the finger!!
ok, so my finger . . . I was working, last week Tuesday. It was just about 2. One of my coworkers was headed to lunch when an ultrasound tech needed help positioning a patient to get a better view of what she was looking at. The girl was going to do it, but I told her to go eat and I'll help. Silly me. I grabbed that turn sheet and pulled like I usually do. *pop* went my finger and *tear* went my eyes. Now, I was just thinking that it just popped a knuckle or a joint. But I had to take a minute and work it off. I tried to play it dow, for the tech (who wants to admit they just hurt themselves in front of anyone!?), but I couldn't grab that sheet easily. But I did it, and I pulled him over, like the nurse I was. After that, I just went about my business, but realized that I couldn't bend it easily or even grab anything. I tried pushing a syringe, to inject some meds, but I couldn't do that either.
Then I lost it! I started crying like a sleep-deprived baby. I mean, it didn't hurt that bad, though it did ache and throb. I put some ice on it, and everyone (as in every singe person in every single room I went it) asked about my finger. It's nice to be thought of :)
Long story short, the urgent care clinic doc confirmed the break with an x-ray, and I got an appointment to go see the hand orthopedic doc, who put it in a split, said I'd be on modified work for 8-10 weeks (eight to ten WEEKS!) and sent me off to get some occupational therapy for it. A week and a half later, the bruising is old bruising is gone (new bruising is here though!), the swelling is gone (except at the end of the day), and it's stiff as can be (until I've done a few exercises).
I am "lucky" enough to get to go to occupational therapy twice a week. Think fine motor skills, like picking up pegs and putting them in holes. I have a custom made splint that is frustrating me at every single thing I do. It makes my finger 2-3 times it's normal thickness, hits everything I walk by, attracts water to get soggy, and sticks to the sticky side of velcro (like diapers and coats!)
For the next 6-10 weeks I get to do paperwork and GO-fering. I'm hoping at the 6 week follow-up visit I'll get to go back to normal work, but I kind of doubt it. I've done admission documenting audits (we stink at documenting the education!), blood transfusion audits, the daily assignments, the weekly assignments, the month-and-a-half-ly assignments, I've passed out tootsie pops and mirrors (to remind you to Protect Our Patients Skin- POPS). I've checked the code cards, the hemoccult/gastroccult boxes, the glucometer strips and controls, the fridge temps, and the OmniCell discrepancies. I've laminated and cut out the laminated thing. I've made hundreds of photocopies. I've walked up and down the steps at good 20 times EACH DAY (but don't forget -- for every elevator ride, I take the steps!) I've worked more on "light duty" then I usually do on the floor.
Well, that's not right. It's more busy work. I do more grouped work on the floor. Now, I'm running between the four pods all day long. I can't seem to find a good place to put my pumping bag. Mommy's Place is on the second floor-I don't want to store it there because--oh, I guess I could. There's a cabinet behind the fridge that no one who needs the room would use. I'll have to try it. But any ways. I couldn't keep on the third floor, because I do most of my work on the fourth floor, but my locker is on the third floor. I can't seem to find a good flow for the day yet.
My finger is numb right now. Not fully numb, but enough that it feels weird. I can't wait until it's healed.
Then I lost it! I started crying like a sleep-deprived baby. I mean, it didn't hurt that bad, though it did ache and throb. I put some ice on it, and everyone (as in every singe person in every single room I went it) asked about my finger. It's nice to be thought of :)
Long story short, the urgent care clinic doc confirmed the break with an x-ray, and I got an appointment to go see the hand orthopedic doc, who put it in a split, said I'd be on modified work for 8-10 weeks (eight to ten WEEKS!) and sent me off to get some occupational therapy for it. A week and a half later, the bruising is old bruising is gone (new bruising is here though!), the swelling is gone (except at the end of the day), and it's stiff as can be (until I've done a few exercises).
I am "lucky" enough to get to go to occupational therapy twice a week. Think fine motor skills, like picking up pegs and putting them in holes. I have a custom made splint that is frustrating me at every single thing I do. It makes my finger 2-3 times it's normal thickness, hits everything I walk by, attracts water to get soggy, and sticks to the sticky side of velcro (like diapers and coats!)
For the next 6-10 weeks I get to do paperwork and GO-fering. I'm hoping at the 6 week follow-up visit I'll get to go back to normal work, but I kind of doubt it. I've done admission documenting audits (we stink at documenting the education!), blood transfusion audits, the daily assignments, the weekly assignments, the month-and-a-half-ly assignments, I've passed out tootsie pops and mirrors (to remind you to Protect Our Patients Skin- POPS). I've checked the code cards, the hemoccult/gastroccult boxes, the glucometer strips and controls, the fridge temps, and the OmniCell discrepancies. I've laminated and cut out the laminated thing. I've made hundreds of photocopies. I've walked up and down the steps at good 20 times EACH DAY (but don't forget -- for every elevator ride, I take the steps!) I've worked more on "light duty" then I usually do on the floor.
Well, that's not right. It's more busy work. I do more grouped work on the floor. Now, I'm running between the four pods all day long. I can't seem to find a good place to put my pumping bag. Mommy's Place is on the second floor-I don't want to store it there because--oh, I guess I could. There's a cabinet behind the fridge that no one who needs the room would use. I'll have to try it. But any ways. I couldn't keep on the third floor, because I do most of my work on the fourth floor, but my locker is on the third floor. I can't seem to find a good flow for the day yet.
My finger is numb right now. Not fully numb, but enough that it feels weird. I can't wait until it's healed.
3.01.2012
Print Runner: GiveAway!
The other week I was approached to do a giveaway. The first giveaway that I didn't have to ask for! Of course it had to come on a week where work was busier than usual (i'll post about that later, I promise!)
Any ways, the company is PrintRunner.com. Here's a little blurb about them:
PrintRunner.com was established with little more than a small press and a dream. Ten years later our company became one of the foremost quality printers in Southern California. Our commitment to provide the best value and high quality full color printing at affordable price made our company grow. PrintRunner is a full service high quality printing company located in Chatsworth, California.
Have you heard of Vista Print? Of course, who hasn't. They're similar to them, but with a more personal touch. They do all sorts of online printing. Particularly interesting to me is their postcard printing services online. I always like getting personal letters in the mail, and Brendon has caught on to the specialness of it! When we check the mail, he always asks if there's something "for Brendon?!" and LOVEs to open it. I let him open the junk! ha!
They asked me to host a giveaway for a set of 100 5x7 post cards. You get something printed on the front, the back is left blank for you to write a big long note for a friend, who, say, lives in Turkey? ;) The paper is printed in color 4/0, 14 PT. UV coating, with rounded corners. (huh? yeah, me too! LOL) but get this! They'll be ready to ship to you in 4 business days. FOUR!! talk about speedy Gonzales!
Please, ignore the mis-spelling, the mis-capitalizations, and such. I'm typing with a broken finger in a splint, and it's very frustrating! (yes, more on that later too! "later")
Back to business: I wasn't paid money for this giveaway, it's all my honesty, but to thank me for bringing them business, I'm going to get a set of post cards too. I'm thinking of teaching Brendon about mailing letters to his friends and family!
To enter the giveaway, just follow them on Twitter, on FB and enter this easy rafflecoptor form! the deadline for entries is March 13, 2012 at 12:01 AM so I can submit the winner by March 13, 2012 to be included on their prize awarding March 15th.
None of the options are mandatory, but doing more will increase your chances of winning!
None of the options are mandatory, but doing more will increase your chances of winning!
2.05.2012
Misread words
The other day, I was in line at the cafeteria. I glanced at the menu and saw "carbonara with fetticinni and" another word that I could not figure out the last word. Like I said I only glanced at the sign. I could have looked again. I could have read it twice. No one said that I only get one read per line. I was stubborn, I tried do hard to figure out the last word. I knew it had b's and c's and a few vowels in it.
I finally allowed a second glance, because the line hadn't moved. "Brocolli" duh!
Isn't it silly how one misread, misseen or even misheard word can change the meaning, or cause a commotion?
I finally allowed a second glance, because the line hadn't moved. "Brocolli" duh!
Isn't it silly how one misread, misseen or even misheard word can change the meaning, or cause a commotion?
1.26.2012
Ohh, Baby, Baby!
Ohh, Baby, Baby Giveaway Hop sponsored by The Shopping Duck is taking signups now. This blog hop event will take place from April 1, 2012 to April 15, 2012. Come join the fun!
1.25.2012
For the Firstborn
Yes, it's been a while. And yes, my first post back is unashamedly taken from someone who took it from someone else.
I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you’ve never shared me before. I hear you telling me in your own way, “Please love only me”. And I hear myself telling you in mine, “I can’t”, knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again. But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I’m afraid to let you see me enjoying him—as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast. But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times – only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you — as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven’t taken something from you, I’ve given something to you.
I walk along holding your 2-year-old hand, basking in the glow of our magical relationship. Suddenly I feel a kick from within, as if to remind me that our time alone is limited. And I wonder: how could I ever love another child as I love you?
Then he is born, and I watch you. I watch the pain you feel at having to share me as you’ve never shared me before. I hear you telling me in your own way, “Please love only me”. And I hear myself telling you in mine, “I can’t”, knowing, in fact, that I never can again.
You cry. I cry with you. I almost see our new baby as an intruder on the precious relationship we once shared. A relationship we can never quite have again. But then, barely noticing, I find myself attached to that new being, and feeling almost guilty. I’m afraid to let you see me enjoying him—as though I am betraying you.
But then I notice your resentment change, first to curiosity, then to protectiveness, finally to genuine affection.More days pass, and we are settling into a new routine. The memory of days with just the two of us is fading fast. But something else is replacing those wonderful times we shared, just we two. There are new times – only now, we are three. I watch the love between you grow, the way you look at each other, touch each other.
I watch how he adores you — as I have for so long. I see how excited you are by each of his new accomplishments. And I begin to realize that I haven’t taken something from you, I’ve given something to you.
1.22.2012
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