When I was working for the Scouts we called it the "Cotton Death Dance." My one, true hypothermia case was a kid who got caught in a hailstorm in his cotton sweat pants and shirt. It was vey scary for a while, there.
Good morning!
Well, for the first time in many years, I worked 24 out of 36 hours.
I didn’t even do that very often before I went on sabbatical!
Saturday dang near killed me, it was so hard. Nine “just shy of ICU” type patients. I’m talking central lines, trachs... Talk about being thrown into the fire. Also, had a charge nurse that never smiled and every other word was the F word. It was hell on earth but I got it done.
Yesterday made up for it. I had a wonderful private duty hospice case...supportive family, comfortable surroundings. I felt like I did a good job. Almost ashamed to get paid for it.
Almost. I’ll clear about $500 for this weekend.