Being pregnant, Rachel Maddow, and funny work stuff
Oh Rachel Maddow, how did you get to be so amazing? I just want to know for future reference.
In other news, my tummy is looking more and more like I stuffed a basketball down my shirt. I keep getting these unsolicited comments, from another nurse in the parking garage this morning and the med student on the phone saying, "Maureen? Oh, you're the pregnant one, right?" And the mentally ill patient asking me if he could ask a question (the point of that always escaped me) and then asking if I was 'with child'.
In an aside, the paranoid ones are the best (worst?) because you get the funniest stories from them. From spitting in my face to throwing trash at my head to trying to smash windows in with a walker- honestly, you thought your skinny ass could break that?- to telling me earnestly that the walls are dripping blood and the water tower outside watches your thoughts, y'all are awesome. I have the best job in the world, even if it results in me musing where exactly the psychotic switch is located in your brain. And, why it seems directly attached to the switch for 'taking my clothes off is a great idea'. I have a theory that there is a physiological linkage, and will eventually be proven- at which, all the nurses will go, 'shit I could have told you that!'
My liking for nudity seems somewhat suspicious, now.
I also appreciated last night when the med student then told me to call him if my patient started to get short of breath, since y'know she's a CHFer. Because before he said that, I was planning on keeping it under my hat if I had somebody who has heart failure started going into fluid overload. I composed this really sassy quip and then sat on it, since I think he was just trying to be nice. I wonder if in a few decades I'll lose patience and be as sassy as I want to be.
In other news, my tummy is looking more and more like I stuffed a basketball down my shirt. I keep getting these unsolicited comments, from another nurse in the parking garage this morning and the med student on the phone saying, "Maureen? Oh, you're the pregnant one, right?" And the mentally ill patient asking me if he could ask a question (the point of that always escaped me) and then asking if I was 'with child'.
In an aside, the paranoid ones are the best (worst?) because you get the funniest stories from them. From spitting in my face to throwing trash at my head to trying to smash windows in with a walker- honestly, you thought your skinny ass could break that?- to telling me earnestly that the walls are dripping blood and the water tower outside watches your thoughts, y'all are awesome. I have the best job in the world, even if it results in me musing where exactly the psychotic switch is located in your brain. And, why it seems directly attached to the switch for 'taking my clothes off is a great idea'. I have a theory that there is a physiological linkage, and will eventually be proven- at which, all the nurses will go, 'shit I could have told you that!'
My liking for nudity seems somewhat suspicious, now.
I also appreciated last night when the med student then told me to call him if my patient started to get short of breath, since y'know she's a CHFer. Because before he said that, I was planning on keeping it under my hat if I had somebody who has heart failure started going into fluid overload. I composed this really sassy quip and then sat on it, since I think he was just trying to be nice. I wonder if in a few decades I'll lose patience and be as sassy as I want to be.