Okay so I know I have a lot of catch up to do. We went on a cruise, to a few BYU games, and a pre-season Jazz game. Ben is leaving on his misison tomorrow and we've done a lot of fun things. I promise I'll catch up on all of that later (maybe fall break...maybe)
Right now I am in awe with how crazy my job has been getting. Yes I know I work in B-med (its the nice way of saying the lock-down inpatient psych unit) but really its been getting crazy. Sure you have the occasional fight or come home with some bumps and bruises. The first time I met Brad's extended family I had a huge bite mark on my arm. But for the most part it has been a good job. Not only have we been extreamly short staffed but on Friday night anf into Saturday morning I spent a majority of my shift in the ER thanks to a patient.
Part of my job is to search everything brought on to our unit. Patients and their belongings are included in this. So our poor day staff had been extreamly short staffed and running around like crazy. They managed to search our two new patients but had not had anytime to search through the belongings that they had brought with them. So part way through my shift I had a ten minute window and decided to search through the bags. One of my co-workers said he could do it but I insisted on helping. Now here was the first mistake- I really insisted. I mean we argued it for a bit before agreeing that I would search the female's bags and he could do the males. Its not really that we fight for this privilege because no one really likes searching through a random person's personal belongings. However recently with our oh so wonderful
-I wish you could hear the sarcasm-
boss has been marking us down for all sorts of wonderful things that she feels are a problem. Some of the newest have been not being professional, and keeping a safe environment, .....okay none of these are really an issue on our unit she just "feels" they are or she likes her new found power.
We are actually very successful in both of these areas...
Anyway we were jokingly arguing about how much we wanted to complete this task in a professional manner so we can create a safe environment. Well I sort through the first huge (like a bag as big as me) bag and chart eveything that was found. Then I move onto this patients little purse, I pull out a tank top, a makeup bag and then Slice.
I thought I paper cut myself on something in her purse...gross. Well with my meds I bleed a lot so i went to the sink to get a paper towel and put pressure on it. The only problem is it won't stop bleeding. The nurse I was working with notices this somewhat alarming amount of blood and comes to help. After rinsing it we realize my finger is actually cut quite deeply. I headed off to the ER, one benefit of working in the hospital is that the ER is just a few floors away haha. On my way one of my coworkers calls me to inform me that they found what I cut my finger on...a broken razor....this makes my gross cut even grosser (not a word but still very fitting).
ER promised to rush me through because due to the fact that we are running on low staff there is no one to cover me and they need me back at work ASAP. So my fast track ER visit took 2 1/2 hrs....hmmm not very fast but what can you do. I felt bad for the volunteers in the waiting room who kept bringing me more and more guaze unitl finally they brought me a chuck. (a sheet that absorbs moisture.) I think they brought me into the back rooms so quickly because the poor kids in the waiting area were just staring. The DR was hilarious and just cheerfully said
"oh you really hot-dogged your finger. Well lets numb ya up and stitch ya up."
Hot-dogged hahaha really? I guess if you could see how it was sliced
it makes sense it was just a funny way of putting it.
The only part that is still a bit funny is that it is my middle finger so for the next couple of weeks I'm going to walk around looking like I'm giving people the finger. So if you see me I promise its nothing personal :-)
we took pictures to document the injury so I'm thinking I should just blow up a picture of the "hot-dogged" finger and use it for
HALLOWEEN
...any thoughts?
So after all of this fun and maybe a bit too much blood loss, I ended up back at work and told to take tylanol until I my shift was over.
Anyone know of any places that are hiring?
