Playing a little Quantum Leap....a little Highway to Heaven
Quality lines from those who make me laugh the most.
And I need it....cause I had a shitty fucking night....YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
Thanks to a certain Chow Chow who shall remain nameless, I did NOT receive a full 8 hours of sleep yesterday after work due to whining, growling, and several paw punches in the chest (apparently Chow speak for I'm hungry, want to go out, and want to see how many times I can smack you without you pushing my furry ass off the bed). So I decided I would get up at 1 in the afternoon (this is after getting home from work at 8am) and try to "swing it" until 8 am today, when I would be getting out of work again.
Now, I don't recommend this route to anyone, since trying to function as a responsible worker ON THE HEAVIEST FLOOR IN THE HOSPITAL (thank you Dawn in the Nursing Office for floating me to the post trauma unit. My thoughts and prayers are currently with you) while working on four hours of sleep isn't really going to happen.
A thing about floating in a big hospital has its good and bad points.
Bad point: Since you are on a new floor every shift, no one knows you. Therefore, they treat you like you got hired yesterday, don't (most of the time) go out of their way to be nice to you, and if they are really douchie, they'll give you the hardest assignment on the floor. And regardless on how good (or bad) you are, they blame you for anything that went wrong on the floor and talk about it behind your back...cause you are a float. You aren't staff on that floor. Blame the float for everything, cause its just easier that way. All of which happened to me last night.
Good point: You can be a bitch, do what you want, and not really worry....cause you're a float. You're not going to see these people again for at least another three months. By then, they forgot you....and think you just got hired yesterday.
So I had NO walkers or talkers at all (people who can walk and talk without assistance.) They were all full care (read: diapers) and (this is the best part) something is going around the hospital and they ALL HAD DIARRHEA. Thats right kids, either RIH's cafeteria did it again or there's a nasty bug out there, cause 7 out of my 9 FULL CARE PATIENTS had the gift that kept on giving. All night. Repeatedly.
A shower has never felt so good before IN MY LIFE.
On top of that, half of my regular work didn't get done right away since I was so busy changing briefs and cleaning beds of people who couldn't get out of bed. (i.e. I had two people paralyzed from car accidents, surgery patients, etc) People who genuinely couldn't move or do much to help, and they all were sick.
Apparently the gods of nursing were looking out for my co-workers since they seemed to be able to play Snood and text each other pictures on their phones. One girl offered to help then just stood there cause she was two days pregnant or whatever and couldn't turn a patient. However, when I was behind my blood draws and morning duties, I got bitched at and I'm sure they had plenty of nice things to say about me when I walked off that floor (cause I had some pretty nice things to say to their faces).
Oh thats right, did I mention I was tired, I'm super PMSing, on steroids, and stressed. If you have never seen stressed, bitchy Nicole, or at least you think you have, let me tell you...I was in RARE form last night. I did not give a shit what I said and to who. I can get rude and nasty, and some of it came flying out.
But its done.....its all over now.
The best part about sleeping during the day is the weird dreams one can have. All of my daytime dreams are so real....like I can touch someone or feel something. I had one yesterday. One that made me so happy cause it felt so real but when I woke up I was so upset cause it was a dream. It was about something I shouldn't have been dreaming about, but I guess our real wants come out when we can finally let go. Though I'm still sad today it was only a dream (it felt so real), it put SO much stuff in perspective for me.
The stuff I didn't want to admit. I knew I had to....but I didn't want to admit.
Oh well.
Hopefully I'll have another fun time dream today. I'm so tired. I think I'm going to make me a bagel.
Good Night.
And I need it....cause I had a shitty fucking night....YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.
Thanks to a certain Chow Chow who shall remain nameless, I did NOT receive a full 8 hours of sleep yesterday after work due to whining, growling, and several paw punches in the chest (apparently Chow speak for I'm hungry, want to go out, and want to see how many times I can smack you without you pushing my furry ass off the bed). So I decided I would get up at 1 in the afternoon (this is after getting home from work at 8am) and try to "swing it" until 8 am today, when I would be getting out of work again.
Now, I don't recommend this route to anyone, since trying to function as a responsible worker ON THE HEAVIEST FLOOR IN THE HOSPITAL (thank you Dawn in the Nursing Office for floating me to the post trauma unit. My thoughts and prayers are currently with you) while working on four hours of sleep isn't really going to happen.
A thing about floating in a big hospital has its good and bad points.
Bad point: Since you are on a new floor every shift, no one knows you. Therefore, they treat you like you got hired yesterday, don't (most of the time) go out of their way to be nice to you, and if they are really douchie, they'll give you the hardest assignment on the floor. And regardless on how good (or bad) you are, they blame you for anything that went wrong on the floor and talk about it behind your back...cause you are a float. You aren't staff on that floor. Blame the float for everything, cause its just easier that way. All of which happened to me last night.
Good point: You can be a bitch, do what you want, and not really worry....cause you're a float. You're not going to see these people again for at least another three months. By then, they forgot you....and think you just got hired yesterday.
So I had NO walkers or talkers at all (people who can walk and talk without assistance.) They were all full care (read: diapers) and (this is the best part) something is going around the hospital and they ALL HAD DIARRHEA. Thats right kids, either RIH's cafeteria did it again or there's a nasty bug out there, cause 7 out of my 9 FULL CARE PATIENTS had the gift that kept on giving. All night. Repeatedly.
A shower has never felt so good before IN MY LIFE.
On top of that, half of my regular work didn't get done right away since I was so busy changing briefs and cleaning beds of people who couldn't get out of bed. (i.e. I had two people paralyzed from car accidents, surgery patients, etc) People who genuinely couldn't move or do much to help, and they all were sick.
Apparently the gods of nursing were looking out for my co-workers since they seemed to be able to play Snood and text each other pictures on their phones. One girl offered to help then just stood there cause she was two days pregnant or whatever and couldn't turn a patient. However, when I was behind my blood draws and morning duties, I got bitched at and I'm sure they had plenty of nice things to say about me when I walked off that floor (cause I had some pretty nice things to say to their faces).
Oh thats right, did I mention I was tired, I'm super PMSing, on steroids, and stressed. If you have never seen stressed, bitchy Nicole, or at least you think you have, let me tell you...I was in RARE form last night. I did not give a shit what I said and to who. I can get rude and nasty, and some of it came flying out.
But its done.....its all over now.
The best part about sleeping during the day is the weird dreams one can have. All of my daytime dreams are so real....like I can touch someone or feel something. I had one yesterday. One that made me so happy cause it felt so real but when I woke up I was so upset cause it was a dream. It was about something I shouldn't have been dreaming about, but I guess our real wants come out when we can finally let go. Though I'm still sad today it was only a dream (it felt so real), it put SO much stuff in perspective for me.
The stuff I didn't want to admit. I knew I had to....but I didn't want to admit.
Oh well.
Hopefully I'll have another fun time dream today. I'm so tired. I think I'm going to make me a bagel.
Good Night.