Cindy the SRNA - Week 16
Another insane week down.
Clinicals are ok. Best part of the day, which is rather sad, tbh.
Finally go to do some peds on Friday. 5 ped MRIs. Stuck IVs into fat little babies. The way Dr Krey was exclaiming over them, you'd think I'd cured cancer. But it's nice to finally have someone really encourage me here. :)
We went back to the office after the MRIs. Barely walked in the door and 5 attendings congratulate me on getting IVs. I was like WTF. These bitches talk... Hate to hear what they said after I failed to get an aline... T___T
After that I got a prone peds neuro case. 3 birds w/ one stone, woot! Me, Dr Krey and another CRNA were taking the case from another attending. The case hadn't even started (wasn't even in the room), this other doc only saw the pt, but she would not go the fuck away. I swear, b/w her and Krey, shit was flying! The CRNA just stood in the corner and tried not to get too aggravated as the 2 attendings duked it out.
When it was all said and done and we were in recovery, Dr Krey turned to me and said I need to fix your eval sheet. I wrote "performance in an emergency" as "n/a," but I think dealing with (that other nutcase attending) counts as an emergency! XD
Aside from that, last week was hell. Aunt Mary had her 3rd MI. She's in ICU, refusing the cath and her meds (w/ an EF of 20%), demanding vitamins and other useless paraphernalia, and being an all around pain in the ass. If she wants to die, I wish she'd just come out and fucking say it already. Although, I don't think she really does. Either way, she's going to die, and soon. I'm surprised she survived her first 2 MIs last September....
Gma had her surgery. She was taken to the hosp w/out anyone there telling us, and she was shipped off to rehab w/out anyone there telling us. I really really hate that fucking hospital.
Uncle John came in to see the crew and when he landed, a passenger dropped his suitcase on his head. We spent hrs @ the airport, trying to sort out him going to the hospital (he refused). He's otherwise ok.
And Harald is in hospice, dying. Thought he was going to die last night. He plugged, turned blue and his sats dropped to 33%. It's so hard being in that room, as they sedate the shit out of him and I try not to cry too much. I hate this.
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take.
