I am not even kidding.
When I finally get myself a friggin' pedometer, I am totally going to get on here and brag. I must have walked/run at least 8 miles last night.
And when we're already crashing a patient who's bleeding out, is it really necessary to clue me in on the fact that the patient who was 8 cm when she got to triage is (oopsy) also BREECH?
So what if I'm in charge? At that point, I just don't wanna know.
Realized at 5:00am that I never ate lunch.
Too late now. I'm sure I'll make up for it at a later date. You know how we nurses like to enable each others' eating habits at the holidays!
Off to bed... I feel a coma coming.
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Sleep well, my friend. You've earned a good night's rest.
MJ
bless your peapickin heart,one of THOSE days,eh? and i really enjoy your posts,really REEK of the truth
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