Le sigh.
Today was a cross-training day. I got to the gym (a bit late, courtesy of me searching the intarwebs for the best myspace layout EVAR -- I'm still not completely satisfied, but it'll do for now) and realized I really wanted to run. I didn't want to cross-train. I wanted to run! So I placated my itchy legs and ran about 1.5 miles and then did the elliptical for 25 minutes.
And then ran into a doctor I worked with at Coastal Hospice. It was weird. We talked for a brief moment (he was taking a tour, I think) and then I came home to check my email and found a message from a nurse I worked with at Coastal Hospice, telling me that my old 4-12 is vacant and how much she'd love it if I came back (she and I were peers). Someone talk me out of it, quick and in a hurry. It would be awesome to go back because it's SO close and I'm comfortable in that environment. I'd have more time for running. I could run home from work (it's 3 miles). The benefits wouldn't be so good but the pay would be comparable, considering I'd be reducing my 60 mile commute to 6.
Talk me out of it. Remind me why I left. Please.
What I really want to talk about is this: I have a patient who is (if you'll excuse the term) crazy for me. Fo' realz. It goes way beyond a crush, I think. He is uber-flirty with me, he's offered to meet me for a drink when he is discharged, he wants to fix up my house and cook me dinner and generally DATE me. For example, we were all sitting in the day hall watching television the other night and (talking to an elderly female patient) I mentioned that I had a bit of a crush on Gil Grissom from CSI, especially when he has the salt and pepper beard thing happening (so HAWT). Now this pt hasn't shaved for a week and he told his roommate he's growing a beard because "Nurse Rebecca likes guys with beards". Ok, for one he is totally barking up the wrong tree. Besides that this is a huge boundary issue and I know that there are some people who really can't discern the difference between kindness and romantic interest. It's sweet that he's so taken with me but it's alarming also, mostly because he knows the system and he should know that staff and patients don't date. Or shouldn't date, I guess I should say. Maybe I've been interacting with him too much. I've certainly never been anything less than professional with him. I've never accepted any inappropriate behavior without redirecting him for it, at the time, and then discussing it privately later.
Maybe this is why I am thinking about Hospice today (that and the Dr. Dave/Nurse Debbie contacts). At least in hospice things were more black and white. People are terminally ill, they come in, we stabilize them and they die. End of story. None of this boundary shit.
And then ran into a doctor I worked with at Coastal Hospice. It was weird. We talked for a brief moment (he was taking a tour, I think) and then I came home to check my email and found a message from a nurse I worked with at Coastal Hospice, telling me that my old 4-12 is vacant and how much she'd love it if I came back (she and I were peers). Someone talk me out of it, quick and in a hurry. It would be awesome to go back because it's SO close and I'm comfortable in that environment. I'd have more time for running. I could run home from work (it's 3 miles). The benefits wouldn't be so good but the pay would be comparable, considering I'd be reducing my 60 mile commute to 6.
Talk me out of it. Remind me why I left. Please.
What I really want to talk about is this: I have a patient who is (if you'll excuse the term) crazy for me. Fo' realz. It goes way beyond a crush, I think. He is uber-flirty with me, he's offered to meet me for a drink when he is discharged, he wants to fix up my house and cook me dinner and generally DATE me. For example, we were all sitting in the day hall watching television the other night and (talking to an elderly female patient) I mentioned that I had a bit of a crush on Gil Grissom from CSI, especially when he has the salt and pepper beard thing happening (so HAWT). Now this pt hasn't shaved for a week and he told his roommate he's growing a beard because "Nurse Rebecca likes guys with beards". Ok, for one he is totally barking up the wrong tree. Besides that this is a huge boundary issue and I know that there are some people who really can't discern the difference between kindness and romantic interest. It's sweet that he's so taken with me but it's alarming also, mostly because he knows the system and he should know that staff and patients don't date. Or shouldn't date, I guess I should say. Maybe I've been interacting with him too much. I've certainly never been anything less than professional with him. I've never accepted any inappropriate behavior without redirecting him for it, at the time, and then discussing it privately later.
Maybe this is why I am thinking about Hospice today (that and the Dr. Dave/Nurse Debbie contacts). At least in hospice things were more black and white. People are terminally ill, they come in, we stabilize them and they die. End of story. None of this boundary shit.