South County ambulance arrives with a female patient who "hurts all over." Patient has been evaluated (not to her satisfaction) at the two other hospitals in the area, and so has decided to make the trip- by ambulance- to Meth Central. Patient is tearful and has a lot to say about her previous hospital experiences. Nurse Zee starts the assessment while I hook the patient up, half listening to what she's saying.
"that other hospital, the doctor was so rude. He didn't listen to anything I had to say, and -oooowwwww I am in so much pain- and he was brusque and could have been a poster child for that book "How Doctors Think." And the nurse, oh my goodness. She just sat there and looked over the tops of her glasses at me and blew bubbles with her bubble gum. The nerve. What is this world coming to? Ooooohhhh, it hurts!"
I freeze with the tympanic thermometer half way to the patient's ear and shove my gum to the little niche between my cheek and upper teeth so that I won't be tempted to chomp or, heaven forbid, blow bubbles. Zee looks over the tops of her glasses and sticks out her tongue at me.
Ahem.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
it is just sooo difficult to be heard over the voices in a schizophrenic's head
This is weekend is the last for my new hobby, ie tempting fate by sliding down steep mountains on my face, er um snowboard.
I started running again. Not away from anything, just running because I love doing it and it's good for me blah blah. I managed a mile run and a mile walked without my lungs hurting last week- that's the first time since I had pneumonia last october; it took me a half hour, and I used to run 4 miles in 30 minutes, but hey, baby steps. I also started lifting my little 5 lb weights to try to strengthen my upper body since PT wasn't doing much for my bad shoulder. I was pretty proud of myself, finally getting some muscle tone back in my arms, and when I told Rock Star, who has been body building for a decade, he said, "oh, so that means you'll be a little more of a challenge when we wrestle?"
Dude. They're five pound weights.
I started running again. Not away from anything, just running because I love doing it and it's good for me blah blah. I managed a mile run and a mile walked without my lungs hurting last week- that's the first time since I had pneumonia last october; it took me a half hour, and I used to run 4 miles in 30 minutes, but hey, baby steps. I also started lifting my little 5 lb weights to try to strengthen my upper body since PT wasn't doing much for my bad shoulder. I was pretty proud of myself, finally getting some muscle tone back in my arms, and when I told Rock Star, who has been body building for a decade, he said, "oh, so that means you'll be a little more of a challenge when we wrestle?"
Dude. They're five pound weights.
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