tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-291761822024-03-13T09:08:13.693-07:00The Underside of NursingFibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.comBlogger1152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-45335302205583401802024-02-06T23:15:00.000-08:002024-02-06T23:15:58.488-08:00The Scolding Machine<p> </p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">In my recent hospital admission I shared the room with a completely disoriented patient who needed a Sitter. But "Sitters" need to be paid, might get injured, need health benefits and so on. The tide has turned; now the patient can have a bedside machine that watches them and Yells at them if necessary. I am not fooling. And I am amazed that I, the guy in the next bed, was not educated about the Scolding machine.</span></h4><p><br /></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Let me tell you about the scolding machine<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">My disoriented room-mate had one,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">The device was at the foot of his bed<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">To keep an eye on Jerry's type of fun,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Pulling at all of his restraints<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Climbing out of bed,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">It was like a game for him<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Despite what the nurses said.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">As his agitation would progress<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">First there were flashing lights,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">If he began to untie things<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">A man-voice would read him his rights,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And if he tried to launch his body instead,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">The machine would yell loudly<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">"Don't Get Out Of Bed!"</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">When I arrived to this room<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">No mention was made<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Regarding the Scolding Machine,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">I nearly jumped out of my skin<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">When the yelling began<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Without warning or anything in between,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Well that was an oversight<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">On the part of my greeting committee,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">I was just seven hours post-op<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And this place seemed like the inner city.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I think Jerry transferred to rehab<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Three days later,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">His mental status did not improve<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And don't call me a hater,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">But having a climb-out-of-bed artist<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">At work sixteen hours a day,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">With repetitive loud scolding?<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">I was feeling murderous in my own way.</span></span></h4><p><br /></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Patient Room Video Technology<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Tele-Sitter............https://avasure.com/telesitter/</span></span></h4>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-32025941359098489862024-02-06T20:55:00.000-08:002024-02-06T20:57:51.463-08:00Microbiome Trade-in<p> </p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I don't really like writing about myself but this is a topic for our times; Microbiome. <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">It seems like every week I read about some new discovery regarding our digestive system. There are billions of microorganisms seemingly working in a sort of harmony with each other (healthy gut) and influencing all the other organs in the body including the function of our brains.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">However, sometimes the gut microbiome can be wiped out by some really nasty entity such as C. Difficile or Norovirus. In 2013 I had a Norovirus correction and now in 2024, Appendicitis and Ileus.............each experience gave birth to a new gut environment.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">After Appendicitis<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">My microbiome left the house,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">This has happened before<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Certainly not quiet as a mouse,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">These are drastic changes<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">In the digestive system,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">It happened to me 11 years ago<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And the old gut?<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">I really missed him.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Believe me<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">This has happened before,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">I can tell you<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">It is a vigorous <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Not so pleasant chore;<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Once you go down that road<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">It is initially bumpy,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And the end result is<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Sometimes rather lumpy,</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Anyway it does give one a pause <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">New ramifications <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Without a rejection clause,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">It is kind of like buying a new car<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And having to learn <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">New gadgets and controls,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Not knowing if I will really like it<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And kicking myself for not reading<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Any customer exit polls.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The only persons who truly have a choice<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Of selecting a new microbiome,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Are those persons who receive fecal implants<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And even then it is not a simple road home,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Consider it a very new <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Application of science,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">The doctor will tell you, <br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">“We'll just let your gut<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Figure out how to use this new appliance”.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The microbiome<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Is uncharted territory,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">A trillion microorganisms<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Telling their own unique story,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Manufacturing chemical precursors<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Biomarkers and agents of change,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Enough to alter thought processes<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">And expand emotional range.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My old microbiome exited Stage Left<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">Not just a minor vacation<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">No, a vast uncrossable cleft,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">A break into a new frontier:<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">2024 is turning out<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium;">To be a whiz-bang New Year!</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-83339519645772427312024-01-27T21:34:00.000-08:002024-01-27T21:37:09.637-08:00Out of Control Family<p> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Crazy Foam</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 700; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">They said over and over</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">"Now, please don't forget,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">If you remember this thing</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">We will be in your debt".</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">And every time after that</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">They said it again,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">It would have been better</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">On occasion, now and then.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">If you will, tell the doctor</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">The nurses and the tech,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Uncle Bob has a problem</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">His kidneys are a wreck,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Please measure the contrast</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">As careful as can be;</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">I said, yes I will do that</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">It's important, I can see.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">When Hector from Transport</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Came into the room,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Aunt Mary looked at him</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">All dire and doom,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">And once again launched</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">The tale of the kidney,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Like a crazy old wombat</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Down Under from Sidney.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Later on, after</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Man, they wanted to book,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Uncle Bob and Mary</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">They just had that look,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Like coming down here</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Was all a mistake,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">A couple Wombats from Sidney</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">That stepped on a snake.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">We bend over backwards</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Primp and placate,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Give them sausage and capers</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">On porcelain plate,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">But some of them leave</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Good behavior at home,</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">Instead of proper manners </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;">They spray crazy foam.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></p><div><span face="Arial,sans-serif" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-55902547457158955932024-01-18T21:04:00.000-08:002024-01-18T21:21:08.144-08:00Double Occupancy Room<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b> <br /></b></span></h4><h4><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I had 3 different roommates over the course of 13 days. The first one had a serious head injury following an MVA. He was totally disoriented, awake 18 hours a day, 4-point restraints and constantly trying to escape. The second roommate is the subject of the following story.</span></span></h4><h4><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Stabby Roommate</b></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">He does not want a tetanus shot,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Maybe if he had been shot three times<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">He would throw in his lot,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">To have a simple jab<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">That would provide 10 years of protection,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Better than a Kevlar vest<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">And natural selection.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He doesn't want wound dressings removed<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Because that hurts,<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He doesn't want blood drawn<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Needles and blood spurts,<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He hasn't walked yet<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He is here Day #3,<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">But he wants food and cigarettes<br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: 400;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Is what he asks everybody.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"></h4><h4><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stabby stomach wound<br />Equates to the Diet called Clears,<br />To advance in a couple days<br />He wants smokes and beers,<br />He was granted a Patch<br />To curb his cravings,<br />He's a 20 year old kid<br />Full of posing and ravings.</span></span><br /></h4><h4><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stabby young punk<br />Brags to compatriots on the phone,<br />He changes his story each time<br />Like he is Al Capone,<br />Some family arrived<br />Three of them said he was a fool,<br />Going for a slugfest with girlfriends new man<br />You called him out to the yard<br />And he pulled out a sharp tool,<br />And oops, your rival had backup<br />With a knife also…………..</span></span><br /></h4><h4><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">So you jumped in your car<br />Gushing blood all over,<br />Drove to a closed Mercy Clinic<br />And finally you called 911<br />They saved you from pushing up clover.</span></span><br /></h4><h4><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">And still I overheard<br />Your secret silly recovery plan,<br />You’re going to hunt down your rival<br />And put him down like a man.</span></span><br /></h4><h4><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Stabby Roomate<br />What a kid,<br />Only one family praised you<br />For what you did,<br />And you get sent home with a walker<br />Now, that is a piece of work,<br />You need to go to school kid<br />And become a postal clerk;<br />Or at least, something useful.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b><br /></b></span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><h4><br /></h4></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-7294151410977426002024-01-18T20:20:00.000-08:002024-01-18T20:22:43.465-08:00An Unexpected Christmas Gift<p> </p><p>The poem is a retelling of "The Christmas Story"</p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="font-size: medium;">Happy Itis</span></b></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">That's not exactly what it seems<br />Itis, ambushed me,<br />Three days after Christmas<br />I got a two week vacation in the hospital<br />For free.<br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">That was a present<br />Unpresentable,<br />Something inside of me<br />Was fermentable,<br />Unknown to this owner<br />Thinking, hmmmm<br />Just indigestion?<br />A CAT-scan said Nope<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">The appendix requires ejection</span></span>.</h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Hey, I'm 70<br />Complications are like ripened fruit,<br />Ready for consumption<br />To a person in their birthday suit,<br />But my Doctors showed genius<br />And the nurses have no rival,<br />That was key<br />To my blessed survival.<br /><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">One more plus:<br />I worked there twenty years,<br />It made me be kind of royalty<br />And banished any fears,<br />Made sure I was on my best behavior<br />No complaints from this bloke,<br />Here I'm home 3 weeks later<br />Ready to write the next joke.</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">-- -- -- -- -- -- -- --</span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Christmas by itself was great</span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">A mix of family</span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Good times on every plate</span></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-49090926416728170582024-01-18T11:19:00.000-08:002024-01-18T12:08:20.605-08:00If Putin Was A Nurse Manager<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">In 1999, I joined a nursing group at our University Medical center known as "Action Nurses". Essentially, this idea was to have a Rapid Response Nurse individual (or pair of) on hand in the hospital, 24 hours a day. This idea was circulating nationwide and certainly showed value as soon as it was launched. To be an Action Nurse we needed certification in just about everything: Procedural Sedation, Radiology practices, TNCC, PALS, ACLS, at least five years (preferably more) of ICU experience. Strong IV insertion skills were necessary, across all ages preferably.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Side Note: I recently returned to the Mother Ship as a patient (not planned, but serious). The second day there, much to my surprise, I discovered the Action Nurse Team was still going strong, with quite a few more team members compared to 22 years ago. Action Nurses are revered by all who need their help.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />In retrospect, many of us believe a better Manager would have been better. This poem is my take on that person, whom I have named Martha Polo. <br />Without further ado:</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Nurse Manager Putin<br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Martha Polo, sure as shootin'</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">She was just like Vladimir Putin,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">She ruled her department with an iron fist</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Her laser beam eyes never missed.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A better Commander would have been better</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Than having Hannibal Lecter down to the letter,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">But managers last if they are frugal and frightening</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Every week they brag the budget is tightening.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Managers can be dumber than dirt</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">When compared to their peers,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">But if they stay under budget</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">They will keep the job for years.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Yes, Putin had all kinds of plaques on the wall</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">For being fiscally frugal and that's about all,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">The nurses she governed had a different opinion</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">But those things were kept secret in Putin's dominion.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">In 2004: I had an injury and Occupational Medicine would not clear me to work patient Care.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">When Vlad signed the papers for me to be separated from Nursing Services department, I discovered they swapped those out with papers for separation from the University. Two months later I got a COBRA notice from UC indicating that I no longer had health insurance. It took me a mad frantic scramble to get my benefits reinstated.</span></span></h4>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-36956259102051375122023-11-19T23:32:00.000-08:002024-02-06T21:02:16.083-08:00I Think Chocolate is Safe<p> </p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">If you worked with me you might wonder "what in the heck is he eating at work?" I don't ever recall buying any cafeteria food. I always brought my lunch. During the many years of hospital work, I was a non-meat eater. As a result, many of the "potluck" items brought for sharing at work, I avoided. Typical foods I might bring to work for eating: cup of yoghurt, some dried soup kind of thing (no msg), "healthy" corn chips with added nutritional yeast powder, nuts, and chocolate. Also, I would commonly bring in "good" coffee because the hospital only offered us the cheapest stuff you can imagine (bad taste).</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Like many nurses I worked extra shifts in other hospitals; I called it mercenary nursing. Usually I brought good coffee! Maybe that is why I had a lot of call-backs?</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">You all might remember<br />A Nurse named Pete,<br />A hard worker, sometimes grumpy<br />Who might only eat,<br />The "treat" foods of Christmas<br />Holidays and more,<br />He said, "I think chocolate is safe"<br />Most especially "Lindor".</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">After all, it is packaged<br />One at a time,<br />The chocolate goodness<br />Is definitely sublime,<br />And for hardworking health-workers<br />Any day with a sweet,<br />Is a requirement my friend<br />According to Pete.</span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;">11/19/23</span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-4533234107697235782023-10-23T23:39:00.003-07:002023-10-23T23:39:28.491-07:00A Ghost at the Front Lines<h4 style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"> <br />I worked from January of 1978 until January of 2019 mostly in ICU settings as a Respiratory Therapist and then a Critical Care Nurse. I did my best and worked alongside many brilliant and astounding medical professionals. Like those others I have a niche of PTSD associated with that, but who doesn't?<br />What is more important to me are the persons I worked with during those decades whom I trusted during times of technicality and duress. I can't possibly remember them all (and I worked a lot of hospitals in California!) but it matters not, I remember the best, regardless.<br /><span id="docs-internal-guid-aadae223-7fff-ffcf-a922-db74b25be99c"><br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I admit I'm a ghost<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But I never disappear,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I worked with hundreds of people<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And if you see me in ten years,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will be just the same<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As if we talked only yesterday,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">It's wonderful to see you<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">That's what I will say.</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our service together<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We worked side by side,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sometimes it was easy<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And other days a rough ride,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But I trusted your decisions<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Your ideas and actions,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I never walked away thinking<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">There ought to be some redactions.</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">.<br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I will think, ya, we're survivors<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Warriors of the same ilk,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Maybe I came from cotton<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And you were of silk,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But it never really mattered<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On the battlefield, my friend,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I'm really glad that I bumped into you<br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;">And that's not pretend.</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><br /></span></span></div><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; white-space-collapse: preserve;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-89292963807002588892023-09-29T20:08:00.037-07:002023-09-30T18:10:04.395-07:00See the Angels<h4> <br /></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The demands of our job, the knowledge we must acquire drive us to achieve something known as "Critical Thinking". This is defined as the mental process of active and skillful perception, analysis, synthesis and evaluation of collected information through observation, experience and communication that leads to a decision for action. One does not graduate from Nursing school with this tool fully formed; experience in the workplace, further knowledge obtained and a solid degree of personal confidence will move the new nurse towards that goal.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">But what of critical Feeling skills? That is another thing altogether. I know that I do not have the words to lay out the recommended steps required to become an empathetic caring individual but I will say that when the tears started falling, the sobs and wails cried out, I headed for the door and called upon someone else to handle that. <br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">But there is another type of feeling - perception that is not taught or is little discussed in the realm of Nursing education. Perhaps when cultural topics are addressed there may be discussions regarding different spiritual practices, "pagan" beliefs, a use of amulets or items of power (the Catholic crucifix for example). To add to that, a belief of spirits, angels, demons and what have you very near to us while remaining unseen. Could all of this be possible?<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Now consider that the first telephonic spoken word was transmitted electrically in 1876 by Alexander Graham Bell. Certainly, the engineering was complex but millions of people were not believers. Some would say that now in 2023 our understanding of the universe is “light-years” ahead of 1876, but that was only 150 years ago. Quantum science has demonstrated that two elemental particles can and do communicate with each other across vast regions of space, so why is it so difficult to accept the possibility that there is a spirit realm? I propose that is because science has not yet developed instruments to measure these kinds of things and as such, I will keep an open mind about it all.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Nurses and Doctors are right to keep some of their observations “unknown” in respect to things of a paranormal nature. We don’t want to be labeled as quacks or fools; however, over the past four decades of my career hundreds of patients, family members, elder relatives and friends have admitted their belief of a spirit world. In fact, most modern religions are steeped in spiritualistic unprovable phenomena. When we interview our patients & families, we are advised to keep an open mind and not to judge. Let us all agree that is a good idea and open our own minds to vast possibilities that are not yet measurable.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">For the record, I witnessed a person (DNR status) come back to life after thirty minutes while being flat-line, pulseless, not breathing and declared dead by an MD. This was in an ICU in a regional medical center in southern California. That man was later discharged home in an improved state. I suspect he had some help getting back his heartbeat. Incidentally, he suffered no neurological deficit. I felt rooms become icy cold for no apparent reason and sometimes associated with the death of a patient. And also at times, where the patient expressed there were demons terrorizing them<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I witnessed patients who indicated they were talking to dead relatives that were present in the room. I did not argue with that because it was obvious I had not been granted that privilege. A case in point: In our Coronary Care Unit we had a patient that had end-stage heart and organ failure and was designated as DNR. She knew her life would soon end and she stated that her Uncle and other dead relatives were in the room and telling her it was time to go. Some current family members would visit and tell the patient to stop with her crazy talk and all the while tell the patient that she was going to get better and soon come home. (now, that was truly crazy talk). At some point, the dayshift nurse encouraged the family to go to lunch so that “Mom could get some rest”. About five minutes after the family stepped out, the patient went “flatline”. Now this was a kind of thing that I observed a number of times too, where the family effectively prevented their loved one from moving on to the next realm of life. Afterall, billions of people do believe in an Afterlife and I can accept that as a possibility.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">All of this has been a lead up to a patient experience I had in May of 2008. The patient I was assigned to had developed rather suddenly a cancer that affected her heart. There was no cure, therapy or surgery that was going to interrupt this end-stage condition and she chose to die when it would come. I knew her just 12 hours and when she departed, with family at her bedside and me at the door, I felt a sensation like a cool breeze puff past me the moment she died.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">See the Angels</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"If only we could see the angels taking her away"<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">I heard those very words, when I was present the other day,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">When that good woman died at the end of her shortened life<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">She'd been a loving mother, she had been a wonderful wife.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I can't say that I knew her<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">We had the briefest of introductions,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">I can say that I cared for her<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Because those were my instructions,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">And during those few hours of care<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Her spirit, I came to know,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Such that I can tell you truthfully<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">I felt her spirit go.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">If only we could see the angels<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Taking her away,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">I didn't see them but they were present<br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">When she departed yesterday.</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">5/7/08</span></span></div><p><br /></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-35231831731840605452023-04-22T19:29:00.002-07:002023-04-22T19:30:57.478-07:001st Debris Belt<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br />In the Charlie Brown Cartoon stories there is a character named Pig Pen who seems to leave a wake of dust and mess behind him wherever he goes. Let's just say that I was not a total neat-freak (like some dayshift nurses that followed me) because my main focus was getting my patient's through the night alive. The next morning an occasional muttering was heard as that day nurse fussed around the patients room making it look pretty, to their standards.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">My best pal Nurse was the type that needed about 5 feet of desktop space to spread out papers, files and charts (before the EMR) leaving very little space for even one more nurse to chart. It was a bit of a joke between us and did not cause discord. Besides, she was a veritable encyclopedia of Cardiology and a great teacher as well. Anyways, a great team of nurses we were and that is the key to success wherever you work.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have a 1st Debris Belt in Messiness<br />But Lana, she's got me beat,<br />Just trying to start an IV<br />There are throw-away wrappers<br />Covering her feet.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I have a 2nd Debris belt in Organization<br />I couldn't follow a list if you paid me,<br />That's why it's not a good idea<br />To try to coerce or persuade me.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Then there's my 3rd Debris belt in Entanglement<br />I can conjure a knot in any shoelace or cord,<br />Why untie, when I can more easily break it<br />I'm one of those employees you can not afford.</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">2010</span></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><br /><p></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-50008460022303626522023-04-17T22:11:00.015-07:002023-04-17T22:20:02.997-07:00Nurse: Things To Look Forward To<p style="text-align: left;"> </p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I posted this in 1997, when this Underside was a self-published endeavor. Here I am 26 years later, no longer working at the bedside but still performing some education duties. Look, Nursing isn't easy (not then and not now) but it is extremely fulfilling helping others in their time of need.</span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><h4><span style="font-size: medium;">In Days Long Gone</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><span style="font-size: medium;">In days long gone<br />Of innocent youth,<br />You could go to a Doctor<br />To get at the truth,<br />Because disease back then<br />Was fairly simple,<br />Unwanted babies<br />Or maybe a pimple,<br />A week in the hospital<br />Would do the trick,<br />If you didn't die<br />You weren't really sick,<br />Because medicine men<br />Didn't have many drugs,<br />No antibiotics<br />For bacterial bugs,<br />Just common sense<br />Like fluid and rest,<br />Surgical wounds<br />Were debrided and dressed,<br />Life support measures<br />Not yet invented,<br />Many more sinners<br />Took stock and repented.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">But today, man, it's different<br />This hospital scene,<br />Each organ system<br />Has a machine;<br />Any mechanic can tell you<br />This carries a price,<br />It's Russian roulette<br />With a medical device.</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Central line catheters<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">A bacterial threat,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ground fault dysrhythmias<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">If a pacer gets wet,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Gastric perforation<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">From sump pumping hoses,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">After long-term use<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">They'll have a nasal necrosis,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Tracheomalacia<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">And traumatic intubation,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Will lead to a permanent<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Hoarse voiced oration,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Tympanic rupture<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">From a doppler detonation,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Uremic poisoning<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">From bladder ablation,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">And that's just the patients<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">But what about the nurse,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Each day at the job<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Is surely a curse.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Consider the dangerous<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Equipment itself,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Monitor boxes<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">That fall off the shelf,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Land on your head<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Bruising your brain,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">There's no medication<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">For this kind of pain,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Suspended televisions<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">That swing in an arc,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Causing serious damage<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">At night, in the dark,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Colonic disasters<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">From overfilled pans,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Body fluid exposure<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">On your clothes and your hands,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Broken thermometers<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">With mercurial spills,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Inhaling poisonous dust<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">From all those crushed pills,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Exposure to X-rays<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">That zoom through the walls,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Effectively neutering<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ovaries and balls.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Good god, it's a nightmare<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">There is nowhere to hide,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">But who keeps statistics<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">On the nurses that died,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">In the course of their work<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">By their choice of career,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">They silently vanish<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Year after year,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">As their spirits race homeward<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">At the crack of each dawn,<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">The days of their innocent youth<br /></span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Are long gone.</span></span></h4>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-68972527246628015942023-02-15T16:48:00.010-08:002023-02-15T16:51:23.665-08:00Things Hospitals Don't Want the Public To Know<p><br /></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I was viewing the news and spotted a ridiculous reveal regarding multiple hospital entities sharing (what should be) private patient information with META (owner of Facebook). You and I both know, that is off limits.........I think we had our souls hammered with threats regarding HIPPA. </span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br />Anyway, here is one of the links:</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br />https://abcnews.go.com/Health/lawsuit-accuses-cedars-sinai-hospitals-website-sharing-patient/story?id=97080170</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br />and, in Louisiana (same problem)</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br />https://www.nola.com/news/healthcare_hospitals/lawsuit-facebook-meta-louisiana-hospitals/article_39c948ee-ac98-11ed-9da3-9bc8d9299fc5.html</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">I guess we didn't understand the HIPPA acronym, after all. We were told it was:</span><br />Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br />Instead, it must really mean: </span></h4><h4><span style="font-size: medium;">Health Insurance Portability and Advertising Act</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br />Sheesh, I'm finally catching on.</span></h4><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-11554834622360608572022-12-20T11:39:00.014-08:002022-12-20T11:42:38.297-08:00Golden Retriever, RN<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="font-weight: normal;">I retired from the hospital almost four years ago, but I keep in contact with my old crew via an occasional visit to their battlefield. </span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">The latest news included a couple recent retirements, an EP doctor departed without a replacement, the work flow has not changed at all (still supremely understaffed at times) and the arrival of two new staff members with purported ICU experience. Oh ya, one of them came from an ICU but did not complete the three months in training (never had gone solo). The other hiree came from an outpatient surgery setting, where the day ends at 5:30pm. Now, being assigned to a shift that is 11a-11p, this person wants to leave early every day. What the fooey??</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Here is my solution:</b></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Last year, the hospital advertised<br />“Hiring experienced nurses”,<br />This year they hired the uneducated<br />Because they tightened the purses,<br />How is it working out?<br />Not too well, it was a lousy solution,<br />I think a Golden Retriever<br />Would be a better substitution.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Trainable<br />And energetic, <br />Honesty<br />That is not cosmetic,<br />Never tiring<br />Until they are told to rest,<br />Enthusiastic<br />About any test.</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Not prone to fail<br />With standard training,<br />Reliable<br />With no complaining, <br />They won’t pretend<br />To do things well,<br />Hire a Golden Retriever?<br />What the Hell!</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Everyone knows<br />I’m no fan of the canine,<br />But where I work<br />I think they’ll be just fine.</span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-83531264926244386372022-09-20T14:23:00.022-07:002022-12-20T11:48:38.100-08:00New Hospital Equipment<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">In 2010 at our Level I trauma center there was a new wing of the hospital and the opening of a 20-bed ICU for Neuro, Cardiac, Thoracic and Medical acute care. What a combo! There were four large rooms designed to accommodate Bariatric patients and in general, people weighing 400 pounds and more. Lift tools and devices hanging from the ceiling on movable tracks were part of the standard room setup. Plus, there were new air beds designed for really big clients. The Administration had their fill of hype on all of this stuff, but we nurse discovered things were not so rosy when working with the equipment.</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><div>These hot new Bariatric beds</div><div>Are super mondo slalom sleds,</div><div>We position patients every hour</div><div>They slide right down under gravity power.</div><div><br /></div><div>The bed hydraulics are definitely weak</div><div>I'll explain it now, just let me speak,</div><div>When we lower the head below the feet</div><div>It’s easy to move the patient, slick and neat,</div><div>But to bring the head up beyond a 30 degree angle</div><div>The hydraulics are too feeble, oh what a fandangle!</div><div>The nurse at the bedside must help raise the head </div><div>Another “safety” device, liable to make me dead.</div><div><br /></div><div>These new tech beds are for the super-heavies</div><div>Supposedly stronger than Sacramento levies,</div><div>Holding back the 100 year flood</div><div>But I'm not too sure about this BillyBob stud,</div><div>He weighed in at two hundred and twenty kilo's</div><div>And we weren't even weighing the pillows,</div><div>On beds that are rated to 500 pounds</div><div>We're approaching that number in leaps and bounds.</div><div>Beds with all the bells and whistles</div><div>Not suitable for an ICBM missile.</div><div><br /></div><div>The beds can rotate side to side</div><div>It's really quite a pleasant ride,</div><div>But here again this weight thing irks</div><div>If you're really heavy it barely jerks,</div><div>There's a tendency for big boy Jimmy</div><div>To get stuck on one side while the bed just shimmies,</div><div>It wiggles and strains to pump air through the bellows</div><div>I wonder, “Where is the lift team, I really need those fellows?”</div><div><br /></div><div>There are lifts on the ceiling with slings down below</div><div>When Jimmy's feeling better we can swing him real slow,</div><div>Into the chair by the window to improve his outlook on life</div><div>Then the bed will be vacant for his long suffering wife,</div><div>Her kilo's are many, her cankles are like stumps</div><div>I'm praying to Euphemia, “Dear Sister, bless these chumps”</div><div>Don't let either of them have a cardiac arrest</div><div>Our defibrillators aren't prepared for that test.</div><div><br /></div><div>We have negative airflow isolation rooms</div><div>With lifts on the ceiling on super-strong booms,</div><div>But honestly, I'm wary about the safety of it all</div><div>Bad things happen when big people fall,</div><div>Caregivers damaged, lawsuits are brewing</div><div>When the dust has all settled, corporate will be screwing,</div><div>Around with the numbers, statistics and more</div><div>The science of big is a titanic chore.</div><div><br /></div><div>Please, don't misinterpret my harangue on what's big</div><div>It's really an expose on the bureaucratic jig,</div><div>Million-dollar decisions from dubious advice</div><div>High cost vendor contracts at an unbelievable price,</div><div>End-users suffer at the whim of corporate decisions</div><div>Are Workers Comp injuries in the provision?</div><div><br /></div><div>This light-hearted muse ended somber and dark</div><div>But the business of healthcare is no walk in the park.</div><div><br /></div><div>2010</div></span></div><h4><br /></h4>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-8265233811553737112022-09-07T22:07:00.001-07:002022-09-07T22:07:37.330-07:00Getting Promoted<h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"> </span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">In my Nursing career I never did aspire for multiple degrees, all kinds of abbreviations after my name or stuff like that. My plan was to be the best ICU nurse in my realm and I studied accordingly. Yes, I attained the CCRN certification and kept it renewed for about 18 years until I was sidelined by an injury and I had to leave bedside care. Would you believe that when I was sidelined I applied (and interviewed) for 32 different positions in that organization and was not selected? It was very clear to me the facility was worried that I would get injured again. It's okay.......my time on disability counted for employment service and I retired when I achieved year 20. </span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Then, I went back to work at another hospital agency in town (for 11 years). While I was there, I did apply for a Clinical Coordinator position in the Neuro ICU. Now I'm glad I was not chosen because I never did like Neuro care.</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Off The Bus</span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">We interviewed</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The four of us,</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">And then they left us</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Off the bus;</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">It wasn't moving</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">But it was gentle,</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">But I guess too much talent</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Can be detrimental.</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">I interviewed</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">'Twas a lengthy affair,</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Two separate times</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">In the victims chair,</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">The jury's decision</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Was just executed,</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">And like a computer</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">I've been rebooted.</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">My grandiose dreams</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Of wealth and power,</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Lasted for only</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">About one hour,</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Now I must return</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">As the horse with no fable,</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">Just chewing my oats</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: 400;">In the nursing stable.</span></span></div><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;">2010</span></h4><p style="line-height: 1.2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><br /></p><div><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></div>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-29603099681836567972022-09-02T10:25:00.008-07:002022-09-02T10:29:32.810-07:00Went Viral @ Daycare<p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Millions of parents send their children to childcare / daycare during the hours the parents work. It never happened to me as a child and likewise, my kids never had to endure it either. Nonetheless, I understand the commonality of it. One of the chief risks to the kids and their own family revolves around the likelihood of community spread of common illnesses. I am betting that the same healthcare workers who came to work sick are the ones sending their kids to daycare, when their children are sick too.</span></p><p><b>Going Viral @ Daycare</b></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">2-year-old Bobby went viral<br />After he chewed on the rubber ducky,<br />Now 45 toddlers have herpes<br />This kid is more dangerous than Chucky.<br />Lulu is coughing and won't cover her mouth<br />Her parents don't believe in vaccines,<br />Another kid has just gone viral<br />And Pertussis is now on your jeans.</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Your nine-month old baby is ready<br />To be dropped off while mom and dad work,<br />You'll pick up the kid on the drive back home<br />From an overpaid babysitting clerk,<br />Are you concerned at all about cleanliness?<br />Do you admit to a number of maybes?<br />Are there cats or dogs at the facility?<br />Then keep your eyes open for tapeworms and rabies.</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Airborne and contact precautions<br />Are not practiced at your average play-care,<br />Children are carriers of community illness<br />Are you willing to send yours to daycare?</span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-22401073790280041182022-05-25T16:33:00.010-07:002022-05-25T16:33:52.657-07:00Mandatory Overtime<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Newspaper articles and uproar in the media regarding the "worldwide" Nursing shortage are part of the news cycle. Some hospitals in the US are even threatening Mandatory Overtime for their remaining staff, while management scrambles and gambles for some warm bodies to take up much needed positions. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I worked plenty of overtime and some of it was "Mandatory". Here is my message for the Hour-Brokers. </span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">Mr. Management: Do take note you better promise big bonus pay for that extra time you tack on at the end of any Nurse Shift. One winter, where our max-capacity hospital was always full, Managers promised a $100 bonus for each extra shift (or overtime). That only lasted for two weeks, when we busy beavers noted (angrily) that we did not get $100, but rather, about $53 because taxes had been removed. Suddenly, no one wanted to work extra!</span></p><p><br /></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mandatory Overtime<br />Sure, it happened to me,<br />We had Out-Patients<br />Not ready to leave, you see,<br />And even though my 12-hours<br />Was all said and done,<br />There were no replacements<br />To join in the fun.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Technically our shift ended<br />At eleven pm,<br />But Betty Joe Bolotnick<br />Hocked up bloody phlegm,<br />Near the end of her recovery<br />After an infusion of Reopro,<br />Damn, that stuff can make you bleed<br />Don't you know?</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Instead, she needed to be admitted<br />But there were no beds,<br />We called Tom, Dick and Harry<br />And even some Fred's,<br />They had no answer<br />Other than, just wait and see,<br />Two more hours rolled past<br />And finally a bed was free. </span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Working the Recovery shift from<br />10:30 am, to eleven P,<br />That was perfectly<br />All right with me,<br />But we were supposed to close<br />The unit and tuck it in,<br />For the five in the morning crew<br />Neat as a pin.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Mandatory Overtime <br />Is okay if you know,<br />When they told you about it yesterday<br />You would be ready to go,<br />Just a while longer<br />At the end of your day,<br />But: They better pay you DOUBLE!<br />Otherwise; NO WAY!</span></span></h4><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-15301782135259945762022-05-17T22:28:00.005-07:002022-05-17T22:28:42.216-07:00Sushi and Cod<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">If you're a Nurse, you know that patient's and their family do lie to you. Most usually about their extracurricular activities. Frankly, I don't care if they are running an illegal confederation; what I care about is their drug, nicotine and alcohol habits. Some people will develop withdrawal symptoms within 6 hours of not using.</span></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">To any colleagues I may have had<br />Over the years,<br />I wrote most of it on paper<br />There's laughter and tears,<br />From sputum to lymph<br />The blood and all that crap,<br />I wrote about all of it<br />Because it landed on my lap.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Television Nurses<br />Are rarely depicted,<br />Covered head to toe<br />With crap unpredicted,<br />Or ascites fluid spraying<br />All over their back,<br />A lake of it accumulating<br />All the way out of the shack.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I always shielded names<br />No one ever could know,<br />About Billy Bob Borko<br />And his psychedelic show,<br />When he consumed mushrooms<br />Heroin and meth,<br />Not to mention the alcohol<br />Saturating his breath.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">His family told me<br />He would never do drugs,<br />They did not believe the tox-screen<br />Praise Jesus and all the hugs,<br />But we knew better<br />It was all one grand facade,<br />Like a public display<br />Of Sushi and Cod.</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-60980749108196656572022-05-17T21:52:00.003-07:002022-05-17T21:52:16.467-07:00Nurses Retired<p> </p><p><span style="font-size: medium;">I've kept up with a few of my retired friend Nurses over the years. We know that we were control freaks (I'm talking about ICU Nurses); it was our duty and job to be that way. If you the patient weren't behaving, you earned some drugs to relax you. If family was too irritating, there were channels to go through to stop that crap. But what about when we retire?</span></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m just a simple control-freak<br />That’s what Nurses become,<br />We like to control situations<br />The to and the from,<br />During that 12-hour period<br />While you were in my care,<br />It was my duty to protect you<br />From the door to the bed to the chair.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">I’m just a simple control-freak<br />I expect your best behavior,<br />You need to understand<br />That I am your savior,<br />When I’m in the room<br />Please do what I ask,<br />Best result, best outcome<br />If I can complete my task</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Now:<br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">I’m an elderly control freak</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And I have no control,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Life is so simple</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And that is my goal,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">But those jerks on the freeway</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">With their bad driving behavior?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Make trouble for me</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">You’re going to need a savior.</span><br /></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-30687057031469848762022-05-15T17:11:00.000-07:002022-05-15T17:11:03.095-07:00Going Home<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br /></span></h4><h4><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">How the majority of Nurses feel when it's time to go home from work.</span></span></h4><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I have to go home<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">When I'm tired of the bull,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">All the idiotic innuendo<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I eventually get full,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">All the Care-plan duplications<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">And the relentless charting,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I have to go home now<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Goodbye, I'm departing.</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I have to go home<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">When my inertia is lost,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">It was stolen by someone<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Or maybe it was tossed,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Into the trash by mistake<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">By the legally blind,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I have to go home now<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I hope you don't mind.</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I can't stay any longer<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Unless you're willing to pay,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Double-time for my troubles<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">There's just no other way,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">That I can put up with this garbage<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">That I shoveled all night,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Don't threaten to keep me<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I'll put up a fight.</span></h2><h2 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I'm home now and happy<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Just typing this note,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">A glass of wine in my hand<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">While my thoughts drift and float,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">On the stream of contentment<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Amidst bubbles and foam,<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I'm so glad I left work<br /></span><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">Because now I am home.</span></h2><div><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><h4 style="text-align: left;"></h4>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-50876197439203532142022-05-03T21:20:00.042-07:002022-05-03T21:30:57.588-07:00Shot of Ice<p> </p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;">I did write this back in 2016 and if you have done a look-back you would have found it. Recently a close family member had surgery that resulted in prolonged NPO status (I mean 3 months long). This poem came to mind and now seems even more appropriate. The premise of the poem is another one of my insane inventions.</span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Objective:<br /></b><span style="font-weight: normal;">For the patient who is requesting every 5-10 minutes some ice to satisfy their water cravings. (typically when they are NPO or fluid restricted).<br />The device could be set for time intervals or number of allotments.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Mechanism:<br /></b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Automatic spoonful of ice - injector. Hangs from ceiling or a shelf unit. It might look like a movie projector. Pull the trigger and it drops ice into patient’s mouth. Alternate delivery where a targeting laser finds the patient's mouth and the device shoots an aliquot of ice directly into the orifice. </span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Secondary benefit</b>: <span style="font-weight: normal;">Range-of-motion exercise for patient's head and neck. </span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><b>Best benefit</b>: <span style="font-weight: normal;">Nurse doesn't have to go in room every 10 minutes to deal with whiny patient.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">There's a brand new gadget</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">A medical device, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">It will solve a problem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">At a reasonable price,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">A germ of an idea</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">That sprouted and grew,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">After consulting</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">With thousands of you.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">In the hospital setting</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">There are certain reasons,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">We withhold fluids</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Even in the rainy season,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">NPO</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Except for meds,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Makes patients crazy</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Jacked up in their beds.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A genius idea</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Came to me,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">After 30 years</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Of singing la-dee-dee,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">As patients whined</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And threatened with violence,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Why even an ice-chip</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Would provide us with silence.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">After mulling ideas</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And asking advice,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">I have finally released</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">The "Shot of Ice",</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">A revolutionary tool</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">With multiple uses,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">No need to fall back</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">On ridiculous excuses.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Set-up is simple</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Quick and easy,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">It has a high-tech look</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Nothing cheesy,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Plug it in, turn it on</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Just follow directions,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">One minute or less</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">It's ready for ejections.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Have the patient hold still</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">To adjust aim and distance,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Or set it on automatic </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">For the path of least resistance,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">It can be voice actuated</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">With timing controls,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Adjust by the teaspoon</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Or set it on, "Bowls".</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The patient can choose</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">What they say for the trigger,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Like, "hit me again, baby</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">But this time, something bigger",</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Or maybe a whistle </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">A clap or a moan,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">For the technocrats</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">There's an app for the phone. </span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"Siri, hit me up</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">I want to roll the dice,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Shoot me, babe</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">With some flavored ice!"</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">.</span></span></div><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><br /></h4>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-14600120711128888242022-04-07T09:13:00.010-07:002022-04-29T09:05:33.875-07:00When Colleagues Die<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br />This is an "old" poem from thirty years ago. A highly respected, universally loved physician had a cardiac arrest at a nearby tennis court. Paramedics brought him to the hospital for direct delivery to the Cardiac Cath lab and then he was rushed to our Coronary Care ICU. I volunteered to be the receiving nurse. Our new patient was completely unstable, in cardiogenic shock and as soon as he was brought to the room his cardiac rhythm was V.Fib. The code-blue was run for about thirty minutes without success and his loss was a devastating blow to everyone who knew and worked with him.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />A couple weeks later, I wrote the following poem.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Our Colleague, Our Friend<br /><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The sadness comes and goes</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">But never really leaves,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Good friends die on our doorstep</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And everybody grieves,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Most of us struggle home</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Drained to the core of our being,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">I was there at his side</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And now I am fleeing,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Running and hiding</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">With a feeling I can't shake,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">I want to retire</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Because there's too much at stake.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">A glass of wine helps</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">I can rhyme with real meaning,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">The feelings tumble out</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Without desensitized screening,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">I can talk the emotion</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Though I don’t know the price,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Will it ever be resolved?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">When my soul feels like ice.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">There’s so much at stake</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">But I keep going back,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">There are people to care for</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And we have the knack,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">To reach into their lives</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And find a place where we fit,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Everybody’s different</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">It just takes a little bit,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Of thoughtfulness and attention</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">To inspire some hope,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">But for us, the noble caregivers</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">How do we cope?</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">This was the end of the road</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">The last of all dances,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Where everyone in the room </span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ran out of chances,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And I walked away</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Feeling empty and sad,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">This unfortunate fellow</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">A husband and Dad,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">And I silently prayed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Until the very end,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Lord, comfort this soul</span><br /><span style="font-weight: normal;">Of our colleague and friend.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;">------------------</h4><div>I still feel the emotion + sadness to this day, every time I read this poem</div><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></h4><p style="text-align: left;"></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-4660117030874250722022-04-05T20:55:00.015-07:002022-04-29T09:05:11.236-07:00Back Then<p> </p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Something in the news about the renaming of a planetary observation platform (telescope) caused me to think about the advances in the science of human medicine. I have worked in healthcare more than forty years and have witnessed all kinds of great ideas, advancements, groundbreaking therapies, medications that came and left due to dangerous side effects and so on. Some inventions were worth keeping and some were cast aside.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Persons of all disciplines must be careful how they view past history and try not to bash it too much. After all, your own history might become controversial later on too. </span></span></h4><div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">We did a lot of things back then</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">That we don’t do now,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">Heck, we didn’t even have the science</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To clone a cow.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">So don’t take it upon yourself</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">To destroy our reputations,</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">We saved thousands of lives</span></div><div><span style="font-size: medium;">And deserve salutations.</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-71096753817752914852022-03-09T20:04:00.005-08:002022-03-09T20:08:59.482-08:00Food Poisoning<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> <br />I suspect everyone has had a bout of food poisoning. In 2008 at the hospital there was an annual event breakfast, where the Physicians cooked and served other staff members. I opted for the pancakes and potatoes and about an hour after arriving at home, my GI tract rejected the recent input. </span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />This current poem describes a different incident and it was only 4 days ago. Packaged salsa from the new neighborhood grocery store. However, the disturbing GI development occurred soon after arriving at the ACLS renewal the next morning; that was unexpected!</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />I think I got food poisoning<br />From yesterday’s Salsa,<br />The substance coming out of me<br />Looked like finely ground balsa,<br />I can not think of any<br />Other probable cause,<br />It was an unwelcome incident<br />Giving a momentary pause.</span></span></h4><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br />Now it’s three hours later<br />And I wonder what will happen,<br />When I return home<br />Will there be more bouts of crappen?<br />Well one thing for certain<br />I won’t buy that stuff again,<br />Unless I need to prep for a colonoscopy<br />That’s the only time when.</span></span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29176182.post-82883057658868390882022-02-26T23:42:00.002-08:002022-02-26T23:42:16.827-08:00Randy Grandpa's<p> </p><h4 style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;">It's the new year and I have two new poems having something to do with S-E X. <br />Luckily, it has to do with our patients and of course, nothing about me.</span></span></h4><h4 style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Randy Grandpa's<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They exist,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">But the ones who bragged at the hospital<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Were boorish and probably not kissed,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After a procedure<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">They would ask about sex,<br /></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I might reply, you can do it with yourself<br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre-wrap;">Without any protects</span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">. </span></span></h4><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><p style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></p>Fibril_latehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15106536823314391309noreply@blogger.com0