I go back to work in less than three weeks and I've been having nightmares about returning. Will I know what to do when I get back? Will I remember my resident's names? Do I remember how to give shots? Do I even know what a catheter is? The only charting I've been doing in these last 9 weeks has been the blogging sort. Can you imagine if I forgot how to chart? Resident appeared in doorway, and writer noticed her nose had wiry, black hairs protruding from bilateral nares. Writer jotted down on to-do list: send Viola to beauty shop. One could say she was agitated, as evidenced by the fact that she was screaming at writer, telling her to stop sleeping with her husband. Writer laughed out loud. Will I remember anything about nursing, you know, not the breastfeeding kind?
A few nights ago, I had a dream that I was giving someone their tube feeding, but realized I was pouring the formula into their catheter tubing, not their G-tube. The lady swelled up like Violet Beauregarde in Charlie in the Chocolate Factory and rolled off the bed, right over her half siderail.
Last night, I dreamed that I brought a flashlight to work to keep in my pocket to do neurological checks on people, instead of using the facility flashlight. This particular flashlight in my dream was all sorts of fancy colors and was bejeweled. I showed it to the scheduling lady. She told someone else it was a gun and the police were called. After being interrogated by the police for seven hours, they finally believed me that it was a flashlight after I told them my husband was a volunteer for their department. It's all in who you know, I guess.
I brought Milo and Avery into my work a few days ago. I passed Milo around and all the little old ladies had a ball with him. I was walking by one lady sitting in her wheelchair and she almost snatched him out of my arms.
"There's my sweet little baby." she said, grabbing him from me.
She then turned to Avery.
"And there's my little boy." she said. She is clearly visually impaired.
"She's a girl." I said.
"Oh, that's right. I forgot we had a girl in the family." she replied, chuckling to herself.
I do miss my old people.
A few nights ago, I had a dream that I was giving someone their tube feeding, but realized I was pouring the formula into their catheter tubing, not their G-tube. The lady swelled up like Violet Beauregarde in Charlie in the Chocolate Factory and rolled off the bed, right over her half siderail.
Last night, I dreamed that I brought a flashlight to work to keep in my pocket to do neurological checks on people, instead of using the facility flashlight. This particular flashlight in my dream was all sorts of fancy colors and was bejeweled. I showed it to the scheduling lady. She told someone else it was a gun and the police were called. After being interrogated by the police for seven hours, they finally believed me that it was a flashlight after I told them my husband was a volunteer for their department. It's all in who you know, I guess.
I brought Milo and Avery into my work a few days ago. I passed Milo around and all the little old ladies had a ball with him. I was walking by one lady sitting in her wheelchair and she almost snatched him out of my arms.
"There's my sweet little baby." she said, grabbing him from me.
She then turned to Avery.
"And there's my little boy." she said. She is clearly visually impaired.
"She's a girl." I said.
"Oh, that's right. I forgot we had a girl in the family." she replied, chuckling to herself.
I do miss my old people.
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