DQ does not equal Decube.... noted.
For those of you who do not know what my job entails,
I talk on the phone with field, facility, and doctors office staff, giving and receiving information. I also enter in patient information once they have been admitted onto our hospice program. This means taking down their diagnosis and other co-morbidities (fancy word to say something else that could kill you) and entering it in the computer system. I am not educated in medical terminology or diseases/ailments that can occur in the human body, and for those of you who do not have elderly relatives who are sick there are a lot of things that can happen. I am in the process of trying to empower myself with knowledge and am studying a medical terminology book a friend from work lent me. There are some very grotesque things in that book with color pictures and all. Pretty cool huh?
Few things I have learned from the job. Decube sounds a lot like DQ when listening to voice mail from a nurse whotalksfast and has been up all night... Decube is nothing like DQ. When I think DQ I think of Dairy Queen... Decube or decubis ulcer (for those educated in medical terms) is nothing *shakes head* NOTHING like Dairy Queen.
Google Image "decubis ulcer". I dare you. It is not pretty. The mere thought that the skin can break down in such a way is a terrifying thought *shivers*.
So, I have been studying this book and trying to take in all of these things in hopes it will only help me with my job. When I dream about various skin ailments, I feel I have looked at the book too much. Last night I dreamt I had a gigantic abscess on my head.
A
gigantic
exposed
abscess.
Google that one too. They don't look like fun. Anyway, I dreamt I had this huge abscess on my head and I took a scalpel and sliced it open to drain. eeew.
I definitely woke up at 5:15ish am, felt my head and took a sigh of relief. Then of course I hear the rain outside and debated, do I throw shoes on and run out to the car to see if I successfully closed the sun roof? Somewhere between debating with my sleepy self and my panicy self, I fell back asleep. haha. Good thing there was no floods in the car when I hopped in it this morning.
Really quick aside, yesterday on the way home from work, I was on trafficy roads. When I say trafficy, I was not at a dead stop however I was not going the regular 70+ mph on the expressway, but a mere 35. I was pondering life and its meaning when I got off on the Adams Rd exit. As I rounded the ramp and got onto regular road, I happened to look towards the sky and see a white plastic bag floating in the air about 50 feet off the ground.... Have you seen American Beauty? It was "dancing" if you will, just like in the movie. How perfect. And no, the meaning of life did not come down and smack me in the head like a sack of potatoes, but I did feel some sort of strange serenity.
Today one of our nurses came up to me. She asked me how I was doing.... twice. When people ask once, I give them the staged answer of "fine," "ok," "good." She asked again. She was not going to let my bullshit fly. She even prodded with a "I know you have a lot on your plate with your Mom. Are you ok?" I responded with the most honest answer because I know, she gets it. She recently lost her father. My response, "I have to be. I don't really get a choice, do I?" BINGO. She got it. She said "You really don't."
And that's ok something I can handle.
When the rug is pulled from under me again, I will most likely be b r o k e n , bruised, and unable to bounce back for a while.
On the bright side, tomorrow is Friday.
I have both my annual review and my 90 day probation review tomorrow. *nervous face* If I live through that I get to hang out with Stefania, Mary, and Jessica at a very inappropriately named church/school festival; the St. Anne's Sausage Fest. *shakes head* Way to go Catholics!
I talk on the phone with field, facility, and doctors office staff, giving and receiving information. I also enter in patient information once they have been admitted onto our hospice program. This means taking down their diagnosis and other co-morbidities (fancy word to say something else that could kill you) and entering it in the computer system. I am not educated in medical terminology or diseases/ailments that can occur in the human body, and for those of you who do not have elderly relatives who are sick there are a lot of things that can happen. I am in the process of trying to empower myself with knowledge and am studying a medical terminology book a friend from work lent me. There are some very grotesque things in that book with color pictures and all. Pretty cool huh?
Few things I have learned from the job. Decube sounds a lot like DQ when listening to voice mail from a nurse whotalksfast and has been up all night... Decube is nothing like DQ. When I think DQ I think of Dairy Queen... Decube or decubis ulcer (for those educated in medical terms) is nothing *shakes head* NOTHING like Dairy Queen.
Google Image "decubis ulcer". I dare you. It is not pretty. The mere thought that the skin can break down in such a way is a terrifying thought *shivers*.
So, I have been studying this book and trying to take in all of these things in hopes it will only help me with my job. When I dream about various skin ailments, I feel I have looked at the book too much. Last night I dreamt I had a gigantic abscess on my head.
A
gigantic
exposed
abscess.
Google that one too. They don't look like fun. Anyway, I dreamt I had this huge abscess on my head and I took a scalpel and sliced it open to drain. eeew.
I definitely woke up at 5:15ish am, felt my head and took a sigh of relief. Then of course I hear the rain outside and debated, do I throw shoes on and run out to the car to see if I successfully closed the sun roof? Somewhere between debating with my sleepy self and my panicy self, I fell back asleep. haha. Good thing there was no floods in the car when I hopped in it this morning.
Really quick aside, yesterday on the way home from work, I was on trafficy roads. When I say trafficy, I was not at a dead stop however I was not going the regular 70+ mph on the expressway, but a mere 35. I was pondering life and its meaning when I got off on the Adams Rd exit. As I rounded the ramp and got onto regular road, I happened to look towards the sky and see a white plastic bag floating in the air about 50 feet off the ground.... Have you seen American Beauty? It was "dancing" if you will, just like in the movie. How perfect. And no, the meaning of life did not come down and smack me in the head like a sack of potatoes, but I did feel some sort of strange serenity.
Today one of our nurses came up to me. She asked me how I was doing.... twice. When people ask once, I give them the staged answer of "fine," "ok," "good." She asked again. She was not going to let my bullshit fly. She even prodded with a "I know you have a lot on your plate with your Mom. Are you ok?" I responded with the most honest answer because I know, she gets it. She recently lost her father. My response, "I have to be. I don't really get a choice, do I?" BINGO. She got it. She said "You really don't."
And that's ok something I can handle.
When the rug is pulled from under me again, I will most likely be b r o k e n , bruised, and unable to bounce back for a while.
On the bright side, tomorrow is Friday.
I have both my annual review and my 90 day probation review tomorrow. *nervous face* If I live through that I get to hang out with Stefania, Mary, and Jessica at a very inappropriately named church/school festival; the St. Anne's Sausage Fest. *shakes head* Way to go Catholics!