G, B & U

G, B & U

Anyone who has read my Nursing writing, is aware that I focus on the foibles of human nature, including all of us in the healthcare professions, and the user-public. The miraculous things I have seen, the precious wonders I have experienced, are those things I rarely talk about. The mere discussion of them, reduces their value in some way, as the listener wasn’t there. Also, how many persons really have experienced the absolutely unexplainable. Those things that defy understanding; where one must truly have an open mind to all things. Mysterious things of the Universe, that truly no one can explain. Whacky religionists might say it was the Devil, Science would try to debunk it, and you might label me as a nut.

Hence, I tend to write about people being stupid, persons making idiotic, moronic choices, and the end result of their endeavors. Some think I’m just a burned out, disgruntled Nurse, but I’m not at all. I work under stressful conditions, tending to the needs of persons with life-threatening heart disease and, I take it very seriously.

I enjoy what I’m doing, and if you or a loved one is in the hospital with a heart problem, you’d be damned lucky to have me as your nurse.

But I am driven to write about it; the good, the bad, and the ugly. But mostly, the last two.

Fibril_late;
11/6/13

Sublime Frustration

I came here, to take care of my bizness

But instead, I’m just venting my blues,

Thank gawd, I only work 3 days now

Any more, would truly loosen my screws,

Our leaders are cutting out blankets

Apparently, we’re using too many,

One for each patient and none for the staff

If you’re cold, bring a parka, Nurse Penny.

They outsourced the Lab

Medical Records and Staffing,

Environmental Services

Holy crap!, no one’s laughing;

Reportedly, we have 343 beds

According to Wikipedia,

And a lot of silly shenanigans

That never reach the media,

There was the gushing water-pipe incident

Earlier this year,

It closed down half of a Nursing floor

For a week, but did you hear?

I searched the Internet

And all of the local papers,

But no reporting was done

About this or other capers.

Just last Friday evening

An Angiogram, to discharge later,

Her vital-signs were suspicious

BP lower, heart-rate greater,

I drew a CBC

And the White count had doubled,

I informed the Doctor

And both of us were troubled

Keep her overnight

Draw blood cultures, give Cefepine,

I placed the orders, called the Lab

After forty-five minutes, no Tech was seen,

Until my third call for the “Stat”

Getting a little more adamant

Each successive time,

What was the hold up?

Only one Phlebotomist

For the whole hospital

Oh, how sublime.

If I was in the ICU

I would have drawn the blood myself,

But in our cramped little closet

We barely have

Bobby-pins on the shelf;

So, you can see why I’m frustrated

In the midst of performing top quality care,

It’s like trying to drive a car

When the tires aren’t there.

Fibril_late;

11/6/13