my favorite colouring crayon is a burnt orange, unsharpened
it was a hard 2 days to end the week.
Thursday was insane and I got a little over-stretched and isolated by the end. I was rostered to run the ortho lists with boss-lady (my nickname for a friend of mine who recently achieved Band 6 status) in the morning, but that meant I had to go to the meeting, haul the equip to the dcu - this is very similar to last thursday list and subsequent journal entry, *ahem* sorry bout that - and be as efficient as possible considering orthopedic trauma have patients coming out the demon hole.
a lot of people slip on ice in wintertime. like 30 in a week.
We manage to do the first 2 cases but there was some issue with admissions regarding the third one and while boss-lady was trying to get stuff arranged I was trying to make sure the theatre was stocked and to fend off questions I didn't know the answers to.
which consisted of a lot of questions.
and ever notice how people in charge (surgeons, anesthetists) ask questions but never wait for answers?
they just go on talking amongst themselves to the point where you feeling like grabbing them by the lapels and yelling "LISTEN TO ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU YOU RICH MOFO!!!".
following lunchtime I had to run a list of plastic local-anesthetic cases with a surgeon who wasn't especially fast. It was ok as it was only 3 cases and the patients were nearby.
It was just I didn't seem to click with a couple of my work crew and I wasn't interested in socialising with them while we worked. Or while I worked I should say. All 3 colleagues carry their mobile phones with them at all times and text or call during cases.
This is something that drives me mad. MAD I tell you!
and if I ever make a Band 6 I'm throwing any phone I spy during an operation right down the sluice.
Yesterday was better though.
I got to work with a nice team and we only had the 1 case. Although it was 8 hours long. In the end it ended up like playtime at the local nursery, and while we were stocking up at the end of the day the nurse in charge (who's easy going) resorted to pushing me along on one of the trolleys a la JD off Scrubs.
That was kewl.
I feel like I'm 12.
Now all I needed was a milk and cookie break.
Which I got at eleven and three.
Now I'm off til Tuesday noon time.
Here's hoping I have a nice weekend.
Thursday was insane and I got a little over-stretched and isolated by the end. I was rostered to run the ortho lists with boss-lady (my nickname for a friend of mine who recently achieved Band 6 status) in the morning, but that meant I had to go to the meeting, haul the equip to the dcu - this is very similar to last thursday list and subsequent journal entry, *ahem* sorry bout that - and be as efficient as possible considering orthopedic trauma have patients coming out the demon hole.
a lot of people slip on ice in wintertime. like 30 in a week.
We manage to do the first 2 cases but there was some issue with admissions regarding the third one and while boss-lady was trying to get stuff arranged I was trying to make sure the theatre was stocked and to fend off questions I didn't know the answers to.
which consisted of a lot of questions.
and ever notice how people in charge (surgeons, anesthetists) ask questions but never wait for answers?
they just go on talking amongst themselves to the point where you feeling like grabbing them by the lapels and yelling "LISTEN TO ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU YOU RICH MOFO!!!".
following lunchtime I had to run a list of plastic local-anesthetic cases with a surgeon who wasn't especially fast. It was ok as it was only 3 cases and the patients were nearby.
It was just I didn't seem to click with a couple of my work crew and I wasn't interested in socialising with them while we worked. Or while I worked I should say. All 3 colleagues carry their mobile phones with them at all times and text or call during cases.
This is something that drives me mad. MAD I tell you!
and if I ever make a Band 6 I'm throwing any phone I spy during an operation right down the sluice.
Yesterday was better though.
I got to work with a nice team and we only had the 1 case. Although it was 8 hours long. In the end it ended up like playtime at the local nursery, and while we were stocking up at the end of the day the nurse in charge (who's easy going) resorted to pushing me along on one of the trolleys a la JD off Scrubs.
That was kewl.
I feel like I'm 12.
Now all I needed was a milk and cookie break.
Which I got at eleven and three.
Now I'm off til Tuesday noon time.
Here's hoping I have a nice weekend.