ER nurse

Yesterday, I was like a mad woman on some kind of happy juice formula after my ER rotation.  I was like, high.  And I've never been high before, thank you very much; you're welcome to my mother who is reading this right about now.  

The shift went something like this: Take care of these four patients, help pick that one off of floor, get urine sample from that one, hook IV up here, hook another IV up here, give this IV push, discharge this one upstairs, oh look there's a new patient, help this one to the bathroom, chart about all of the above, get vital signs, assess these patients, chart.....

It was great. 


No, really.  It was awesome.  Let me tell you about the three years of my life.   The last three years as a LPN went something like this:  give medicine to old man and old woman, argue about the medicine that you're giving them, tell them that the doctor ordered it, tell them they did take this yesterday, explain that it's a pill for their depression or high blood pressure,  listen while they tell you they don't have those diagnoses, explain that's because you take these pills, give more medicine to more people and repeat the above.

Yes, I know I sound crazy.  I realize that the ideal work environment/situation for most is to do the littlest amount of work while maximizing their youtube importing and exporting.  But, I'm not like that.  I like to be knee deep in work, so that the hours fly by and I have that soreness after, like you get with a good workout. 

Yesterday was the affirmation that I needed.  That I had peaked in my current job and must move forward to bigger and better things.