Night Shift Diaries: Installment 2

This morning I finished my first 3 in a row.

Let's just say I slept from 7 till 3 today after I got home.

It was totally wicked.

I finally feel like I'm getting it.

The confidence thing is getting better and better.

I can do an assessment and chart it without much difficulty.

I took 3 patients on my own this week, and then helped with the other patients as well.

I actually feel like I'm making progress and one day I'll actually be able to take 6 patients. 

It's a great feeling.

I got home on Tuesday morning and threw my scrubs in the washer.

I took a nap, switched the wash, and got ready for work.

I went to work, and then came home to get ready for clinical.

HUGE problem: my white scrub top was dirty.

AFTER being washed.

The sleeves have a weird grey hue to them and the whole shirt has weird spots on it.

What gives!

So instead of getting the brownies finished, I had to leave early to go buy a new scrub top.

Sucked. I had to bring brownies because Myles and I lost a bet.

You see on Monday night, we were watching Love it or List it while eating lunch.

We bet with Bruce (the pct) that they would love the house. He thought they would list it.

Loser brought dessert. 

Myles and I lost. They listed the house.

Anyway, so I left the brownies at home.

Dan so sweetly and lovingly brought them to me at the hospital around 9.

It was so nice to see him for a few minutes.

We don't get to see each other as often as we'd like because I'm doing nights. 

It's all in the little things for us these days.

And the brownies were a huge hit!

The second highlight of the evening was not a pretty one.

I have smelled some pretty awful things in the last 3 years of nursing school.

Truly.

I know everyone who works in health care has inadvertently smelled some pretty terrible things.

But never have I ever actually started to heave because of a smell.

I've come close, but have always been able to pull myself together and soldier on.

Last night, it happened.

I started gagging and heaving at a smell.

Myles had warned me about it, but I figured it's just like the other smells.

You just don't breathe through your nose and really just don't breathe at all if you can help it.

It didn't work.

Oh heavenly days I was so glad that no one could see me and that any inflection in my voice didn't change.

I walked right back out, with a good excuse of needing to get some clorox wipes.

It was the strangest feeling!

My eyes were watering and I could feel my blood pressure dropping.

Seriously, I've never actually almost thrown up because of a smell.

Now I can check that off the bucket list. 

Thankfully after 5 min or so of pulling myself together, I walked right back in and finished the task.

No gagging or heaving.

I know this is totally disgusting, but it's these little gems that I want to remember.

Stinky smells are not gems per say, but it's an impactful memory for me. 

One that reminds me that I can do anything when I have the drive and motivation to get it done.

Another gem that I forgot to blog about:

A week or so ago, we had a patient that had CBI.

Unfortunately, the catheter kept clotting off so we would have to slam in 60mL of saline to try to break up the clots.

If the catheter is not super securely held, the force of pushing in the saline will pop the syringe right off.

I was helping Myles and when he started to push in the saline, I got sprayed.

No joke.

With bloody, urine saline.

Disgusting.

But seriously hilarious.

Myles felt so bad, but it was super funny.

Especially now.

Anyway, there's the funnies for the last few weeks.

On a bright note, I am more than halfway done with my clinical shifts!

10 down. 8 to go!!

Night Shift Diaries: Installment 1

I worked at the hospital last night. 

It was epic. For several reasons. 

Let's start from the top.

Myles was charging, so I had to be there an hour earlier than the usual 6pm.

Normal 5 o'clock traffic getting off the freeway in Provo.

I switch lanes because the left turn lane is 3 blocks away.

I notice that everyone in front of me is slowing down.

Expected. 5 o'clock traffic. 

Then it's a sudden stop.

I could've crapped a brick. I was not expecting it. 

Thankfully, I had space to stop without totally slamming on the brakes. 

Then the dead stop doesn't start to move again. 

For 1 minute. 2 minutes. 3 minutes.

In my head, I'm thinking what the heck is going on?!

I started looking around and that's when I saw a guy writhing in pain on the road. 

Motorcycle sideways on the street. 

My heart completely sank. 

In that moment, I was reassured that neither my husband nor my children will ever own a motorcycle. 

We then continued to sit there for 10 more minutes or so. 

The police show up. Then the ambulance and the fire truck. 

Thankfully, the guy looked okay because he was moving around some, and he had a helmet on.

The next few minutes were interesting. 

I had to reverse my car a block to get around the accident.

It was an experience I hope never to do again. 

I stopped by Dan's work to quickly say hello and goodbye.

You see, I was already late. 

I was supposed to be on the floor at the hospital as I pulled into Dan's work.

I had to stop though. 

I wouldn't see him for the next 12 hours and even then, only for a few precious moments before he would have to leave for work.

Working nights kind of sucks a lot in that respect.

But it's okay. We make the time in those little moments.

When I got back into the car to leave, it wouldn't start.

Seriously. WTF.

Guess what? I pulled in so fast that I didn't shift the car into park.

In fact, it was stuck in reverse.

*Palm to face.*

Dan came to the rescue and all was well.

Finally made it to the hospital 15 minutes late. Not the end of the world. 

The shift was awesome.

Actually, a little on the slow side.

But it turned out to be brilliant.

Probably the best shift I've ever had in terms of morale.

Tracey, Myles and  I all got the giggles around 330 and we were doomed since then.

I'm sure most of it was the tired and too much caffeine.

But it was hilarious.

So much in fact Myles and I would go into fits of giggles for the rest of the shift.

I had to leave the charge nurse report because I couldn't stop laughing.

I tried to compose myself and come back in.

I opened the door and looked at Myles and immediately started right in laughing again.

The best part about it all, it was the kind of laughing that makes your stomach hurt.

And then you start crying because you just can't help yourself.

It was fantastic.

Now, to get some sleep and then go for round 2 tonight.

Bring it on.

I'm making brownies and we may be teaching Myles how to twerk.

Stay tuned.

Proud wife moment

I have to brag about my sweet husband for a moment. 

And I won't apologize for it because I'm his wife and it's my job to brag about him and be proud of him.

Today, Dan had the day off. 

We desperately needed grocery. 

Bare cupboards.  Practically empty fridge and freezer. 

You know the type.

So my sweet husband wanted to go grocery shopping with me.

We hit up Costco and then Walmart. 

As we're standing in line to check out, there's an older lady in front of us. She's a little slow at loading her groceries onto the check out stand. Totally fine. I'm not in a rush or anything.

My sweet husband offered to help her out. 

I was so proud at that moment to remember that this is the man I married. 

He's the one I get to spend the rest of my life and eternity with.

And then I was a little embarrassed that I've never offered to help anyone like that.

She was so sweet and thanked him profusely as he was helping and then again as she left.

My heart swelled in my chest.

There's also a lady standing behind us with two young boys. She's struggling with the both of them. And one is throwing a small tantrum.

Probably nap time.

Seriously I commend her for even venturing out with two kids. 

I don't know if I could do that.

Dan turns to her and asks if he could help her load her groceries on the check out stand.

Again, I felt so proud and happy and then ashamed that I had never done the same for anyone.

She thanked him. 

We left. 

I made the comment that I bet he'd just made their day with a small act of service.

I'm so blessed to have him as my partner and companion.

I'm so grateful that my children will have him as their father.

I'm so grateful he's the type of person who is always thinking of others. 

I hope our children will pick up that attribute from him. 

I hope one day to be half as awesome as he is. 

Thankfully, I get to learn from him each day.

And tomorrow, I get to try again.

I am the luckiest.