Bone Tired

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.

Now, That's What I'm Talkin' About!

One of our anesthesiologists had a relative in labor last night. The guy must have learned a thing or two in all his years of practice... he magnanimously slipped a wad of cash to one of the nurses at the desk and had her order pizza for everyone on (have I mentioned that we have at least 20-25 nurses working L&D at any given time?).

Good man.