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1. Some relationships are meant to fizzle.
2. Shakira’s Oral Fixation Tour in Atlanta is the last concert I saw; it was amazing to hear one of my favorite singers/poets live. (It’s her older, Spanish lyrics that inspire.)
3. Spring should be here already.
4. Oh, no! I forgot his birthday!
5. I’ve recently started planning financially for my future.
6. An awkward moment never fails to make me smile.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to The Wire, tomorrow my plans include another 12-hour shift, and Sunday, I want to go another mile towards my running goals!
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I’ve started taking 3 patients on my own this week. My preceptor, of course, is available when I need her, but I’m taking care of business. (Can I say that I love my hospital’s 4 month orientation policy? Two months to get the floor down, and two months to get up to speed for a full load. It’s beautiful.)
My three patients were all easy to care for. One was discharged by lunch. The other was just waiting for a discharge order. The third was a sweet elderly woman with no meds after the morning other than those for pain.
Most of the shift was spent at the station waiting for 2 hours to pass so that I could chart a new nursing round. I helped answer call lights and took care of minor problems for the other nurses. I also spent time with a student who was an LVN getting her RN license. She was wonderful and showed me her ways for managing a shift.
With an hour left in the shift, someone made the mistake of using the word “quiet.” He was immediately hushed by the others, but soon the monitor alarm started beeping. It looked as though a patient had gone into v-tach.
Running into his room, we find the man walking around. He states that he feels fine. He’s brought back to bed, and the crash cart monitor is hooked up to him. The rhythm it shows also looks like v-tach. Another IV access is started as the doctor is paged. And paged. And paged. Meanwhile, a MET team has arrived and is assessing the man. Finally, one of the consulting doctors is reached and he orders lidocaine and an ICU bed. He’s soon moved to ICU, and we learn later that his doctor finally responded to the STAT page – 1 1/2 hours later.
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Photo taken at the butterfly house in the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History
I flew to Washington, D.C. this past weekend to visit my three best friends. One of the girls lives in Arlington, so the rest of us crashed at her townhouse for our little reunion. I arrived very late Thursday night. The girls picked me up at the airport, and we went straight back to the house where we ate and stayed up until 4a talking. Miss Arlington had just recently got engaged, and that night she officially asked us to be her bridesmaids in Summer 2009 on the beach. She gifted us these beautiful candles with beach themes (mine is Boardwalk).
We spent Friday morning at the National Museum of Natural History between three exhibits: Butterfly House, Nature’s Best Photography, and Geology, Gems, and Minerals. For lunch we walked across the Mall to dine at the National Museum of the Native American where we shared en trees, side dishes, and desserts (my favorite was the prickly pear and tequila ice cream). Later we walked over to the International Spy Museum and spent a couple of hours touring the fascinating exhibits. We finally rode the metro back to the parking garage where we had left Miss Arlington’s car and headed home. We intended to nap briefly before getting ready to go out, but by the time we woke up we were too tired to comtemplate dancing. So we rented a movie, picked up pizza and pie (for Pi Day), and made margaritas.
Saturday’s morning plans included leftover pie for breakfast and a trip to Eastern Market. I ate lunch at a charming little deli (ham and brie with a rosemary, white wine, and fig dressing) and bought some jewelry (a turquoise ring and gorgeous silver earrings). Next stop: the White House! This was an unexpected event. One friend has a cousin who works at the White House, and he managed to squeeze us all in for a private tour of the White House on his day off. Our tour was delayed by the return of the Vice President (no tours take place when the President or VP are there). While waiting for his motorcade to take off, we visited the Executive Office Building and the grounds just outside the White House where the press gathers.
When Cheney finally left, the tours resumed. No pictures were allowed inside, and each room was roped off with a red rope. The West Wing is much smaller than I ever imagined, but it was beautiful – and quiet. The carpeting pads any footsteps, and people spoke in hushed tones. We walked out to the Rose Garden and stepped inside the press briefing room.
Our guide dropped us off at the Jefferson Memorial, and we spent some time there before heading off to find some food (ended up at Froggy Bottom Pub) before the Washington, DC International Film Festival. After the films we hung out for an hour or so at Tonic, a small bar just a short walk away. Once home, I stayed up until 3a talking with one of the girls – just catching up on life.
Sunday we lost a girl as her plane left early that morning. We ate lunch at a fabulous Lebanase restaurant (creating a mini buffet out of appetizers) and then I got to go ice skating for the first time. I was on my ass the whole time (except for the one time my face broke my fall), but it was a lot of fun. The people hanging around the rink were cheering me on. One friend announced that I was from Texas, and I added “I’ve never seen ice before!” to much laughter from the crowd.
We warmed up at a nearby Irish pub; this was the closest I came to celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. The next stop for me was the airport as my flight left early that evening. I was sad to leave so soon, but I have to admit – 2 glasses of Irish coffee makes for a comfortable flight home.
I was pulled back to my unit at 3p after spending the day at the other end of the floor. After getting report, I went to go peek in at all my patients and write my name and my preceptor’s name on their white boards. In the very last room, I greeted the patient and was writing our names when she suddenly burst into tears.
I immediately stopped what I was doing and walked over to her to ask what was wrong. Between sobs she explained that her mother and sister had both died very recently – and their names were the same as ours. The poor woman had also just found out that she was at the end stages of cancer.
Back at the nurses’ station, I started organizing my papers when I realized that I didn’t have that patient after all. I had made an extra stop between two of my assigned rooms. I made myself go back and explain the mistake I had made to the patient. She was sweet, and I wrote her actual nurse’s name on the board.
Later, he stopped me in the hall to tell me that now she was talking about seeing her mother and sister’s ghosts. Whoops.
1. Contact may cause friction.
2. The parties hereto do mutually agree to disagree.
3. Disney parks are overrated.
4. An early bedtime sounds really good right about now.
5. I positively abhor green beans.
6. The absurd always makes me smile. :)
7. And as for the weekend, I’ll be in D.C.!
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03/07/08 1355 Start Coumadin Saturday, 03/08/08. ——
RVVO Dr. Who/Diana Mican, RN
1. Ahhhh, it’s so nice to sleep in.
2. One of my favorite things on my desk or bureau is my chapstick.
3. Japanese Cherry Blossom sounds like a fabulous dessert, an amazing band, or a Japanese porn star’s awesome name.
4. In my bed under the covers is my favorite place to sit and read.
5. Chocolate and cherry ice cream is delicious!
6. I love to watch fight scenes and DVD special features in movies.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to watching 3:10 to Yuma, tomorrow my plans include shopping for warmer clothes for D.C. and watching Gone Baby Gone, and Sunday I want to finish a short story to submit for a contest!
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One afternoon she grabbed my student ID off my desk and wouldn’t give it back to me. I hated that photo with my frizzy hair filling the frame. No one seemed to be paying much attention to what was going on in that back corner. I leaned forward, wrapped one arm around her neck, pulled her back toward me, and stretched out my other hand palm up. She quickly returned the card, and I released my hold.
No words were exchanged, and she reached into her backpack for a hair clip. I looked up to find my teacher smiling at me.
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