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I'm exhausted. Yesterday, the drunk from next door spent eight hours mowing his damned lawn... while I was trying to sleep. I may have gotten three hours. Was NOT enough... especially when I got to work and the whole place was nuts. The ER wasn't packed but it was busy. We were having computer vs. analyzer issues (the maintenance crew did a "generator test" and fried a lot of the computer systems - happens every other time they test it, too. MIS is getting pissed!). We have a very ill patient on the fourth floor... I've had to plate, gram stain and read the slide for this guy's blood cultures all this week. I have to do a lot of work for just one blood culture - it's really bad when I have to do more than one or two a night. Tonight, I did four. All on the same guy whom I have resulted positive bottles on all week. It amazes me that he's still alive. He has Gram Positive Cocci in groups... anyone want to place bets on whether or not it's MRSA? Yeah, no takers. Sucker bet. Also had a DAT test come up positive on a newborn. Oy! Last I heard, mom and baby were okay. Let's hope it stays that way. I had to do part of that blood bank stuff by hand so that took forever. Then the coag analyzer decided to have a snit since I didn't pay much attention to it. I so need a weekend. Ugh. Oh, and we have a patient who came in with a 6.0 hemoglobin on second shift. I did a CBC on him... he dropped to a 5.5. I don't know if he has some sort of religious issue with receiving blood or what... but he's good as dead. We could easily save his life but no nurse called for units on him. I even asked them on the phone when I called the critical result, "Do you all want blood for him?" All I got was, "Uhm, no". (Due to HIPPA and all the privacy rules, the nurses aren't allowed to tell me if he is refusing or what.) Sadly, the dude is only, what 50 to 55.
Took Cock to the vet. (All right. How many wide eyes did I get with that statement?) Her Royal Majesty the Queen Cockleburr, the World's Grouchiest Cat, made her biannual visit to the Royal Veterinarian today. She has lost a bit of weight but is otherwise the picture of health (and psychosis). Her blood pressure, heart rate, kidneys, etc. are all fine. And She didn't even maim or maul a vet tech or doctor! I'm so proud! She also leaped from the exam table and into the box again. I think she likes the new Royal Coach as She didn't scream like a mentally deranged banshee on methamphetamines this time.
Today begins my weekend. I have to clean. Damn it. I hate housework. I wanna knit/crochet/sew!
Took Cock to the vet. (All right. How many wide eyes did I get with that statement?) Her Royal Majesty the Queen Cockleburr, the World's Grouchiest Cat, made her biannual visit to the Royal Veterinarian today. She has lost a bit of weight but is otherwise the picture of health (and psychosis). Her blood pressure, heart rate, kidneys, etc. are all fine. And She didn't even maim or maul a vet tech or doctor! I'm so proud! She also leaped from the exam table and into the box again. I think she likes the new Royal Coach as She didn't scream like a mentally deranged banshee on methamphetamines this time.
Today begins my weekend. I have to clean. Damn it. I hate housework. I wanna knit/crochet/sew!