So... Friday night at work ended up being even worse than Thursday night. I had another bleeder...just not the same patient, and ended up staying late to finish everything. Sunday night was good though. I finished everything a little early, and was home on time. I even woke up about 2 pm, and went to see my grandma for a few hours this afternoon. Then, I cut 1/4 of my yard with the lawnmower I'd commandeered from my parents' house. Tomorrow is going to be my designated yard/house work day...unless it rains.

Only ONE MONTH until the road trip!!!! 3 WHOLE WEEKS OFF WORK! AND I get PAID to "road trip". I am so psyched.

Oh, we had an interesting patient last night. She came up to our floor and we almost immediately sent her to ICU. She'd been on the 6th floor for a little while, and they had callled numerous MET codes (the code we call before we actually "code" the patient). So they sent her up to us and put her on a heart monitor. Shortened version the lady wasn't looking good. She had to be on the most efficient oxygen mask because her blood oxygen levels kept dropping, and then she started having a not-so-great heart rhythm. So anyway, to ICU she went and guess what we found out: They think that an impaction is what caused it all. Yeah, some serious constipation put the lady in ICU. Morals of the story: stay off morphine PCP pumps and get some fiber. And you wonder why old people get so crazy about staying regular.

I'm sitting here vegetating for about 15 more minutes. Then, I'll have to get up and get ready for work. Last night was a little crazy. Thankfully only one of my patient's was having problems so once it was taken care of I was able to catch up on things. The weirdest part of last night's experience was the patient herself. She was bleeding from a procedure she'd had done before coming to our floor, and no lie, bled from 7pm when I came on until about 1am. She wasn't gushing blood, but steady trickles from 2 places will still soak sheets, gowns and towels. So anyway, we're applying pressure yada yada yada, and the lady is driving me nuts because she's *harassing* me for another tray of food, a soda, a different pain medication. Seriously, if you were steadily bleeding and soaking clothes and towels would you be worried about food trays and sodas. I understand she was hungry, but she got a tray when I came on. So it wasn't like she hadn't had anything. THEN, when I was finally able to get some one to run downstairs and open the kitchen she DIDN'T even eat the food. I thought she was strange. And I'll probably have her again tonight if she's still there. But hopefully no bleeding tonight.