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Tonight has been very busy at work. I have a different patient assignment each night. This one sucks,the shift began
with me having to handbagged my baby with sats of 60 and the vent was not doing anything because her chest was so tight. The docs have been asked daily for the last 3 days about ventolin for her. Tonight they were TOLD!!!! they are ordering ventolin puffs for this kid. So after she gets the ventolin and you can hear something besides her chest wheezing they find out she still has a murmur surprise surprise. Her twin sister has the same and is going for ligation of her PDA in the morning but they thought hers had closed because shocking they could not hear it anymore. Which forces me to repeat my mantra of " I love my job, I love my job".
Any way on a happier note I did work on a new poem. One the girls I work with bought me this beautiful spiral bound journal for doing a shift switch for her at the last minute. So I was inspired to begin filling it with poetry.
TORN
Chained and broken, lost in blackness,
drifting through this emotional void,
my soul torn and black,
this loneliness so cold,
an inky abyss,
deserted
craving your frail touch
to tear me from darkness
and bring the light of the moon
to m blackened soul.
with me having to handbagged my baby with sats of 60 and the vent was not doing anything because her chest was so tight. The docs have been asked daily for the last 3 days about ventolin for her. Tonight they were TOLD!!!! they are ordering ventolin puffs for this kid. So after she gets the ventolin and you can hear something besides her chest wheezing they find out she still has a murmur surprise surprise. Her twin sister has the same and is going for ligation of her PDA in the morning but they thought hers had closed because shocking they could not hear it anymore. Which forces me to repeat my mantra of " I love my job, I love my job".
Any way on a happier note I did work on a new poem. One the girls I work with bought me this beautiful spiral bound journal for doing a shift switch for her at the last minute. So I was inspired to begin filling it with poetry.
TORN
Chained and broken, lost in blackness,
drifting through this emotional void,
my soul torn and black,
this loneliness so cold,
an inky abyss,
deserted
craving your frail touch
to tear me from darkness
and bring the light of the moon
to m blackened soul.