Friday, September 28, 2007
I don't want no scrubs.
Let's review one of the primary reasons I got into this business. YOU wear trouser socks, nylons and pumps to work. I wear athletic socks and crocs. YOU wear Ann Taylor to work and iron and flat iron/blow dry/screw with your hair. I wear scrubs, hoodies and a ponytail. Oh right, and I help people and find the rewarding benefits of nursing to really fulfill my soul. And I basically show up to work in pajamas.
That being said, I was informed today that perhaps scrubs aren't the most flattering work ensembles ever made for me.
I have really been down playing the hitchin' at work (T minus one week!). I'm the new girl, and I have only one chance to make that first work impression and generally loathe the idea of being "that girl who's all giggly and amped about her stupid wedding." At the bequest of a new friend, I brought in pictures of my wedding dress -- with me in it -- to quench her curiosity -- on the stated proviso that I only show her. Midway through her gushing, a coworker who hails from a far more blunt, candid and "from brain to mouth in under .4 seconds!" country and culture pops her head over and takes a gander.
"Oh WOW, Cathy! That is beautiful! And I never realized you were actually THIN!"
Huh. I'm still not sure what to do with that. Offended? Flattered. Offended? Flattered.
That being said, I was informed today that perhaps scrubs aren't the most flattering work ensembles ever made for me.
I have really been down playing the hitchin' at work (T minus one week!). I'm the new girl, and I have only one chance to make that first work impression and generally loathe the idea of being "that girl who's all giggly and amped about her stupid wedding." At the bequest of a new friend, I brought in pictures of my wedding dress -- with me in it -- to quench her curiosity -- on the stated proviso that I only show her. Midway through her gushing, a coworker who hails from a far more blunt, candid and "from brain to mouth in under .4 seconds!" country and culture pops her head over and takes a gander.
"Oh WOW, Cathy! That is beautiful! And I never realized you were actually THIN!"
Huh. I'm still not sure what to do with that. Offended? Flattered. Offended? Flattered.
Friday, September 14, 2007
Another quality, fun-filled, pooptastic day at work!
Seriously, if it isn't a wedding blog these days, it's going to be a hospital blog.
Build your bridge and get over it.
This work week's learning points were:
Build your bridge and get over it.
This work week's learning points were:
- I am, despite my fascination with medicine and most things body-related, horrified by the sound and implication of the word "intravaginally". When I read that as a nurse, it means I'm headed there. Damnit.
- Moral: Sure does make "corporate" have a nice ring again.
- A patient, suffering from oral thrush (a yeast infection in the mouth.. don't ask), offered up that a quick cure would be to put urine in her mouth. Say huh? Yes, she insisted. In the deep south where she grew up, her grandmomma said that when the baby has thrush, rub some of its wet diaper in his mouth and it will cure the thrush. *pause* I advised her (with every fiber of my being trying not to judge her with my facial expression) that I didn't think the doctor will write an order for urine. I read a lot in nursing school. I never came across that one.
- Moral: If it involves urine in a functional use, it isn't a good idea. In fact, it's just plain gross.
- My patient's call light goes on. I go in. She says: "I think I had a bowel movement. My thought bubble says: "Do you not know? How can you be unsure about this?" After inspection, I learn that she thought right. I finish cleaning her up and am applying some cream to her backside when she spontaneously poops again -- on my gloved hand. I say aloud: "You just had another bowel movement." She says in a surprised voice: "I thought I felt something."
- Moral: Thinking really is believing.
