Alternate title: Best Week Ever!
I went to work as usual Tuesday night. It was an average night, not too busy, not too slow and fairly early on when I had a minute I checked my work email. And that’s when the crap started.
I had a message in there form my boss about a case that I helped out with (that I didn’t tell you about because I would never tell you about cases that I helped out with because that would be a HIPPA violation and I want to keep my job). The email wasn’t actually about the case itself but about some staffing and other issues that we had during and just after. Explaining would take a lot longer than either you or I am interested in spending here and it’s not very interesting but long story short, I felt like I was being called lazy and incompetent. (Again, these were not issues relating to patient care, I just want to make that clear. Neither I nor anyone I work with messes around with anything that could potentially harm or even inconvenience a patient.) Some of the things I was accused of I had in fact done but for reasons that I still find … reasonable and some of the things I was accused of were patently untrue.
Now I don’t get mad often. Not really mad. I get annoyed, I may even rant and rave a bit but it takes quite a bit to really make me mad. Before I was even done reading the email, I was mad. Really mad. And it got worse the more I read.
It took me a good two hours to calm down enough to even write a response. I did and sent it off. It was probably a really good thing that we didn’t really have any cases that night and by morning I was too tired to care anymore. (Partially just because I was tired but also because in addition to not getting mad often, I get over it pretty quickly.) So I went home and went to bed.
I got up at four that afternoon and after a quick shower I headed back to work because not only did I have to work that night I had to be there at 5:30 rather than 7:00 for some corporate training. (I sat there for an hour and a half and I got “say hello to your patients when they come in the room” out of it. It was awesome!) Then I worked my normal twelve hour shift (not the worst shift ever, by a long shot, but I’ve had better). And then rather than clocking out and going home and going to bed, I got to go teach CPR for another three hours. So at 10:30 am I finally headed out to my car in the parking garage only to find a parking ticket on it. Rock On!
I went home and slept form elevenish until about three when I forced myself to get up for reasons that I’ll explain in a minute, after I tell you that at about 4:00 we got a call form the mother of the Pea’s BFF where he was playing that afternoon, that the Pea had hit his head and cut his eye open and it was gaping quite a bit and would probably need stitches and would we like her to bring him home? Yes, yes we would. So she did and she was exactly right, it was gaping and it was going to need stitches.
So I went back to my hospital. Because I just can’t get enough of that place.
At this point I caught some luck because while we were up in the OR (we went there first to try to ease the Pea, who has a tendency towards nervousness, into the idea of being at the hospital) a doctor friend of mine happened by and I got him to sew the Pea up without a three hour wait in the ER. Ahhh the perks.
Because on the way to the hospital, in an effort to distract the Pea, I had offered him a treat when we were done, we went to the cafeteria where I got a freshly fried corndog (mmmmm, corndog) and we hung out there and ate and then we went home because I had to go to bed because after spending the previous two days and night turning nights into day I now needed to turn nights back into nights because I had to be back to work at 7:00 the next morning. Luckily sleep deprivation and sleeping pills are now my good friends.
But after working a pretty horrific shift Friday, including some things that are really pretty interesting but I can’t tell you about because even after the week that I had I still want to keep my job I got off half an hour early and despite really horrific traffic I made it to Sampan in reasonable time and I got to meet a lot of fun, interesting women who blog. So I guess it ended up ok afterall.