a couple of bad nights

in a row.

Patient in end-stage liver failure, (want that? drink LOTS) with a platelet count of like...12, bleeding from everywhere, and going through ETOH withdrawl decided to go into DTs on me. Ended up intubating her, but not before she kicked and flailed, and bought herself 4 point restraints. The ED doc took forever to come up to the ICU thinking we were exaggerating, and later appologized.

Last night, I was just busy with bullshit. Paperwork, etc. Got 1.5 hours of overtime just trying to chart.

Andrea and her fiance were fighting on the phone, she was crying, and in general it was a sucky night.

I'm glad I'm off for a couple days.
I'm looking forward to that hemodynamics class at Stanford.
I'm looking forward to going to New York again.
I hate it here, hate these people, hate this job, hate bathing patients, hate our orderly who dicks off for the whole morning and shows up at 6:30 so we can all three nurses bathe six patients with him in twenty minutes left before the day staff comes on.

Fucker.

I feel lucky to have at least met a couple cool anesthesiologists who agreed to let me scrub in for some procedures when I told them I was in the CRNA program at Columbia. The one said "wow! Congratulations!)

BLOW this popstand.

Blow it with 400 tons of plastique!!