I am overdue for a new post, but really have not had much worth writing about.  (Or that I feel is worth writing about….)

I could have posted about my frustration of going home at the end of a shift and feeling like I did nothing but torture a poor soul who should have been let pass on their own terms.

I could have posted about how crappy it is to have paid vacation, but to have such low senority that you never get any vacation time granted and to get any time off you have practically kill yourself by doing switches.

I could have posted about how I would like to make more friends at work, but don’t want to have to deal with the stupid social soap operas that I would end up getting dragged into.  (It is bad enough that I am now becoming more away of the stupid social soap operas that exist here….)

I could have posted about how it sucks to watch a young person die and we can do nothing about it, while we are forcing another person who has lived a long life to stick around a little longer.

I could write about how elective surgery is still surgery, and can still have huge risks associated with it.

I could write about how for the last 3 shifts I have done absolutely nothing, as my patient needs nothing.

But really, I think that if I write about those things I will just be whining and complaining.  I’ll try to get my act in gear and see about getting some words flowing…..

Halloween was a little sureal in my world.

Started handing out candy to the munchkins in my neighbourhood, all decked out in their adorable/cute/creepy/scary costumes.

But then I had to leave and head in for my 13 hour night shift (oh yes . . . time change . . . fall back . . . everyone else gets to sleep an extra hour . . . . but I get to work.  Boo!)

I went from cute kids and their parents all happy and having fun, to seeing a mom kissing her “little boy” on the head.  A young man, barely even a man, who made another attempt to escape the demons in his own head.  He almost succeeded this time…. and maybe he still will.  Too early to tell.

Flash forward a few hours and a Trauma code is called over the PA system.  Never a good sign.  Rumors trickle up to us on the second floor.  Four young men (again… barely even men) in a fast car met a tree.  Helped a coworker admit one.  Didn’t look good, but was better than the others.  I was to admit the second.  Updates on him coming to us from the ER were not looking optimistic . . .  coded twice already . . . .  But my admission (to me my first admission of a trauma patient, first admission of a really sick patient) was not meant to be tonight.

This morning I walked home in the sunshine, passing by the remains of pumpkins smashed on the roads . . . . too bad the jack-o-lanterns were not the only victims of this year’s Halloween celebrations . . . .

Two words . . . .

. . . to describe probably the grossest yet coolest thing I have yet to see in the ICU . . . .

Leech therapy!

. . . ya . . . i am a geek . . . . but we already knew that . . .

It really is simple . . .

Who nurses the nurse?

The newest information on H1N1 to come out in the news today looks at who is most at risk.  Apparently young women are a higher risk population.

After hearing this, I wonder about myself and those I work with in ICU.  A majority of young women… ages ranging from mid 20’s to 50’s. Caring for the sickest patients….

What happens if we get sick?

I don’t get into political debates often.  And I am not going to jump into this one too far.

When I first graduated, I was asked several times why I didn’t move to the US to work.  With all the great job offers, better pay, some places even offering to help you buy or rent a house… it was hard to say no.  But my answer usually stopped the discussion cold.

I don’t want to live in a place where people go into debt to keep themselves healthy.  Where it costs thousands of dollars to have a baby.  Where if you have a serious disease you might not be able to afford to live, even if you survive your disease.

I know that the system here in Canada isn’t perfect, but when people need health care they get it.  If it is a life or death situation, they get what they need.  Nobody needs to worry “if I survive this, how will I pay for it?”

On this late summer Sunday afternoon, while preparing for a night shift I happened to turn on the TV and the SARS movie happened to be on.

Is this just coincidence, or is someone in TV scheduling land trying to make people think.  Especially with the fall and winter ahead, and the possible impending doom of H1N1.

Lately in the news there has been talk about how people think that H1N1 is blown out of proportion, and nothing will happen to them.  I worry that because of this attitude we might be in for a worse winter…

Well, I have now crossed off another item off the “Things you never thought you would ever see…. and never really wanted to” list.

I have now seen testicles, sans scrotum.

Ya, guys aren’t pretty down there to begin with…. this doesn’t make it any better.

A very graphic video, but so very well done.  I hope that folks watch it and think twice about texting/talking on the phone/doing other things they should not be doing while driving.  Remember, you aren’t only risking your life…. but the lives of everyone else on the road with you.

Adventures of cats….

I have two lovely cats… Minou is a 2 year old calico beauty, and Kismet is a year old spunky little fuzzy muffin.

They play like they are sisters…. complete with the wrestling and love/hate relationship.

This morning they got into a bit of trouble….

… as told to a friend on instant messenger….

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so i was sitting in the living room doing some email.  minou has been cute and playful and meowing.  the cats have gone off somewhere… probably to nap … when i hear what sounds like empty pop cans falling over and the two cats come running spastically out of the kitchen into the living room.
i figured that they had gotten into the recycling bin or something

but then i noticed that minou’s back leg looked wet… and she kept shaking it as she walked… trying to get something off.
in the back of my head, i know that there is nothing wet in the recycling bin… but didn’t think anything of it.
then i went to pick minou up, and her back foot isn’t wet.
it is greesy…
smells like….. butter

in the diningroom there are little butter paw splotches leading to the kitchen.

and the butter dish on the counter is back further than it was… and the butter is halfway out of the dish

so i know minou was on the counter… i donno how kismet fits into the adventure… and neither of them are talking.

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