I came back to work.
This is my 4th night in a row.
Our census is at maximum.
I have had 3 different patient assignments in 4 shifts.
The clerk is getting on my (and everyone else's) nerves.
Someone ate my orange from the report room.
The scrub machine is out of Small scrubs: Saturday night I wore Mediums. Tonight I'm wearing Larges. *I feel like Jared from the S*bway commercial~BEFORE and AFTER*
My Spanish (and sleep deprived brain) failed me tonight. I meant to call the baby "Guapo" (handsome), I called him "Gordo" (fat and ugly). I felt like an a$$.
While attempting do unclog a feeding tube, I sprayed myself in the face. Yum.
While changing a diaper, I got farted on. (classier word choice??)
My pen fell in the toilet in the bathroom; that's a lost cause.
Last night I chewed out a resident about the orders he wrote (or didn't write) for my patient; he begrudginly complied with my bitching; the fellow commended the residnet's"orders" during rounds...tonight the said resident is much nicer to me.
Tonight is the new intern's first night; he cannot figure out what way is up.
My feet hurt.
I really want some coffee right now.
My patients monitor is going off.
GLAMOROUS by Fergie is stuck in my head.
I'm yearning for my bed.
I was doing burn care during the Sperbowl and missed the game. Oh well, my boys blew it. Guess all those"F*ck New England" shirts around here worked out.
I've run out of things to complain about. Thanks for listening.