Thursday, August 22, 2024
FYI
Thursday, September 21, 2023
Re-Cert B.S. in progress. Light posting.
I'm currently working under my 20th CPR card, my 15th ACLS and PALS cards, and - thank a merciful Heaven - only my 8th TNCC cert, because that only has to be re-certified every four years, rather than every two. So in the pages of the latest edition of that last manual is where I'll be for most of the next couple of days. Proctored by someone who's been in the business for a third as long as I have, and stopped doing hands-on nursing of any sort five years ago. Sideways, with a rusty chainsaw to that nonsense.
I get that things change, and I'm fine with having initiates learn this the first time or two. The rest is something that could be covered in an online video and check-off box, unless someone has notably effed up for reals. Think of how jackassical it would be to force your plumber to re-learn plumbing every few years, after they'd been doing it for a career.
Beyond a certain point, you're not teaching, least of all anything really new; you're just flogging a dead horse in pursuit of rent checks for the certification agencies and entities, most of whom haven't practiced anything medical at the bedside with real patients in decades.
So who's kidding who here?
Let's cut the bullshit, and just call this a Ponzi scheme, powered by grift and shakedowns, from The State to The Agency to The Hospital to The Department, and just let me write you a suitable check to leave me the hell alone, and tell you to fuck right off and let me get back to doing my job without the Good Idea Fairies and Clipboard Commandos justifying their existence at the expense of both my precious time and earned-by-sweat-and-blood paycheck. Would $50 be enough to make that pay off all around?
Oh, sorry. A little too on-the-nose there, was I?
Back to the textbook...
Thursday, May 18, 2023
Fun Times (Not)
Breaking in a completely new computer system at work from scratch is about as much fun as slamming your junk in a drawer. Two hundred times an hour.
There are two immutable rules about Electronic Medical Records (more leftover PITA thanks to Obozo's idiocy and meddling):
1) Everyone at every hospital thinks their EMR is the worst that's ever existed.
2) Everyone is correct.
I need more middle fingers.
Tuesday, February 21, 2023
Computer Training On My Day Off! Oh Goodie!!
1) Everyone in the medical field is certain that their version of EMR is the worst one ever inflicted on mortal man.
2) They are all correct.
Wednesday, April 13, 2022
OT + Bonus?
As hospital manglement tries to stuff 10 pounds of shit into a five pound bag, and then wants to pay for it at half price, I'm picking up a lot of OT. Posting is consequently going to be light for a few days. The world seems to be running on SSDD-Mode anyways, so I'm not missing much.
And the decision tree for "Double-rate + bonus" vs. "sitting around the house for free" is fairly short.
Wander as ye will, harden your living situation, and your hearts, as necessary.
These are the Good Old Days.
Just imagine what 2022 You would have told 2019 You, if travel back in time only that far were possible.
If anyone is wondering, this is with normal realities. COVID has ceased to be any sort of a thing since before New Years'. Remember that as boosterphobia and more Covidiocy kicks in.
Wednesday, February 23, 2022
Gahhh!
Killing 6+ hours of my life I'll never get back to get my...46th and 47th bi-annual recertifications in bringing people back from the dead. Just in case I'd forgotten it since last week, when it was for real. Posting today may resume if I don't suffer Death By Powerpoint by early afternoon, local time.
This sort of mandatory nonsense should be a 30-minute online video game with UHD graphics, with a video made by John Cleese called How Not To Kill People, not a day-killing circle jerk doing it the same way it's been done since the 1980s. FFS. By 5 minutes into the pre-course assessment online, I was ready to hunt the test designer down, and strangle him with his own ripped out intestines. I may still do that, for extra credit.
Pre-tests where the information alleged to be correct is contradicted by the current course textbook in my hand, required for the course, FTW. Maybe if the people who designed the tests actually knew their own material, it would be a help to them.
Much like performing mayhem upon them for not being any such proficient would be a help to me.
Perhaps we can meet in the middle, and I could just beat them half to death.
This is going to be a looooooooong day...
Monday, November 15, 2021
What Was The Name Of that School, Mav? Truckmaster...?
It's been a pretty sh*tty weekend. Occupational hazard.
Last night was about as bad, at least a 9 out of 10 on the Fugly Scale.
And tonight is the hat trick.
Peruse the Blog List --->.
I've got bigger fish to fry at the moment.
Normal posting to resume in a day or so.
Sunday, September 26, 2021
Mighty White Of Them, In An On-A-Stick Kind Of Way...
In what is certainly of minor interest to the world, but rather keenly followed by the host, TPTB have turned out to be the StayPuft Marshmallow Man of COVIDiocy enforcement.
Faced with 10-30% of available staff being flushed out the door, AFAIK, every request for exemption on medical or religious grounds, including our own, has been granted, in writing.
IOW, we retain our job indefinitely, despite refusal to be jabbed with the Vaxx.
We haven't seen a retreat this fast nor utterly complete since Gropey Dopey Joe pulled us out of Afghanistan.
It could be mere coincidence, and being overwhelmed with requests for exemption, but the process was so truncated with the September 30 deadline approaching like a freight train, or it could have been our own eloquence in the request letter, and the unassailable logic thereof, but in any event, what was supposed to have been a participatory process was, in fact, resolved entirely in our favor without so much as one word of back-and-forth. They took one look at what we outlined, and decided they didn't want to bother even discussing it. They simply caved (as we knew all along settled black-letter law would require) without a further peep from us.
We know how to take "Yes" for an answer.
Weeks of stress and potential personal upheaval, undone in a squeak of flatulence.
Problem solved.
Our required "reasonable accommodation"?
Weekly testing (we'll fight that battle vs. The State, not the employer required by them to put it upon us, but which requirement is illogical, pointless, and intended mainly to make our vaxx refusal more painful and onerous, with zero redeeming value to infection control), and wearing an N95 at work, which is already de rigeur for every swinging Richard at work now, 24/7/whenever, and thus a non-issue. They may as well have required us to wear pants, and breathe.
We recognize that not all employers are nor have been similarly sensible and circumspect in regard to their employees' rights, but are heartened that our own employer, who was not the least bit stupid about running headlong to join the Covidiots in their frothing frolics, until the State of Califrutopia, led by serial moron Gabbin' Nuisance, and then followed by senile buffoon Gropey Dopey, Emperor Alzheimers the First, chivied them into the bargain at virtual gunpoint, but this response on their part has pretty well hamstrung such silly-assed and unconstitutional mandates to the bone.
Huzzah.
We nonetheless continue to fully support anyone and everyone exercising their God-given right to raise a middle finger in reply to would-be vaxx-rape and vaxx-rapists of whatever stripe.
Too many employers have already decided that kowtowing to government jackboots is preferable to loyalty to their own employees, and those already cast adrift aren't going to go quietly in that good night, nor should they.
Conscious of their fate, we do not dance gleefully at our sudden return to an even keel, but look forward to the day when those wronged have just recompense, ideally involving scaffolds and nooses for the perpetrators, and which day we continue to see as inevitable, and drawing closer by the hour.
But we won't be shipping out on the first boxcars, at least not yet.
"Every day we aren't fighting, is another day to sharpen our hatchets." - Dan Morgan
Sunday, August 15, 2021
Since You Asked
Adaptive Curmudgeon at Middle Of the Right blog asks, Do They Really Need ICU?
Fair question, and I assume he's genuinely asking it.*
And thank a merciful deity, what I'm describing below was mostly how it was where I am last February, Not how it is is where I am , now. Yet. At least most nights. But sometimes, it is.
But it may be exactly what's going on in Florida or the Gulf Coast states today, or anywhere where things are getting congested.
What follows, it needs to be said for the small-minded, is not me bragging nor complaining. I knew the job was tough when I took it, I'm damned good at it (after 20 years, I'm starting to get the hang of it) and I sincerely love what I do, just as much as Lebron loves dunking, or a fighter pilot loves sending his opponent down in streamers of flames. (Now see if you can guess, when busybody lackwit 40-IQ governors want to prevent me from doing that job, in order to get injected infected with the poison not-a-vaxx, why I want to give them a few hundred raps to the forehead with a 12-pound sledgehammer, to jar their heads out of their own rectal exhaust pipes. I may or may not be speaking metaphorically.) But what I'm telling you here, and why I'm telling you, is for the benefit of those who have no wild idea, how it simply is. Neither more nor less.
Yes, they really need an ICU bed.
I’ve been a nurse for 25 years, 20 of them in Emergency, and not just “I don’t feel good” Emergency, but the busiest trauma centers and mega-hospitals in not just Califrutopia, but the busiest ERs in the entire civilized world, in the most densely populated region of the United States. Depending on where you ask, between 10-15% of the entire US lives in my county or the bordering ones.
120 hospitals in L.A. and Orange County. Almost as many as there are in the entire states of Oregon, Nevada, New Mexico, and Utah, combined.
What happens to that system which usually runs right on the ragged edge of capacity 24/7/365 in normal times, when you throw a pandemic at them?
In the ICU, they have an intensivist MD right there, most of the time. (The floors seldom have a doctor anywhere, for anything.) The patients are either 1:1, or 1:2, which means the nurse can handle 1 patient, and at most 2, at once. I do 4 in the ER normally.
But If I have ICU patients, and there’s no bed for them there, I can now only do 1 or 2 as well.
I had one last month, who was on 7 different medication drips, which all had to be titrated multiple times per hour to fine tune keeping the patient alive, and in certain parameters of vital signs.
I set my monitors to go off on the dot on the hour, and at :15, :30, and :45.
On the hour, I logged my vital signs. Then began doing the literally 57 things for that one patient I needed to be doing. Including not just doing everything I had to do, but charting that it was done. Picture Han Solo flying the Millenium Falcon through an asteroid field. Blindfolded. By the time I was finished, it was usually :50 minutes past the hour, or more. Meaning I had 2-10 entire minutes to do all the less-than-immediate tasks for that one patient that needed doing. Then it was top of the hour, and start all over again. Lather, rinse, repeat.
For an entire shift.
I wasn’t the only nurse so burdened with ICU patients who couldn’t get to the ICU. Which means if anything happens (like someone’s heart stops) there’s no one free to help anyone else. (A cardiac arrest or a major trauma can suck in 3-6 staff members just from the nursing staff alone, for an hour or more). But with all of us being ad hoc ICU nurses, that ain’t happening.
So a nurse is supposed to bag the patient, do chest compressions, start an IV, pull meds, give them, record all the interventions, all simultaneously and single-handedly? Sh’yeah, when monkeys fly outta my butt. That patient? They came in dead, and they’re going to stay that way. And even if, by some miracle, you get a pulse back, that’s another ICU patient, which you don’t have a bed for, or a nurse for, who’s shortly going to be on 2-7 medication drips, and on a ventilator, leaving the nurse scrambling to keep up the rest of the night…stop me if you’ve heard this one.
Which means my other 3 beds were empty, because there was no one to staff them. That turns a 32-bed ER into an 8 bed ER.
Which closes the hospital to ambulances.
Which sends the ambulances to other hospitals, which closes them.
You understand how one overload takes out a sector of the power grid, which can cascade into taking out an entire region over multiple states, right?
So now, imagine that with sick and injured people.
Except now, a blackout means people die waiting for care they cannot get.
And makes people wait in the waiting room until they’re literally trying very hard to die too, just to get into a bed.
If you’ve just sunk the Titanic or anything like it, and you have lifeboats for 2000 people, but 3500 on the ship, at least 1500 are going to die. But if, each time a lifeboat gets overloaded, all those people swim to the next lifeboat, you swamp each next boat in turn, and everyone dies.
That’s where we were headed when the last COVID wave broke, just about exactly 3 weeks after people all got together for New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day get-togethers, and until they started acting like maybe we weren’t fooling about this thing being a problem.
And with my decades of ER experience, I’m a critical care nurse. I don’t like ICU, but I can pull it off, rough around the edges (meaning it isn’t pretty, but I don’t kill anyone or let them die through negligence or inexperience), for a shift or three.
But there were ICU patients on telemetry floors ( a lot less intense than the ED, and two levels of severity below the ICU). And ICU patients on Med/Surg floors (three levels below ICU). Where nurses never titrate a single drip, let alone 7 simultaneously, for an entire shift. And almost never manage ventilator patients in any way. They literally don’t know what they don’t know. Because they’re not supposed to be doing the most critical patients in the entire hospital on the least severe wing of the hospital, with the newest nurses.
Some of those nurses were freshly graduated nurses weeks before COVID kicked into high gear last fall.
And they normally handle 6 or 8 far less serious patients, not 4, 2, or 1.
So now their 40-bed floor ward can handle 5 patients. That means you’ve just wiped 80% of the hospital’s capacity on those floors out, from the get-go.
1,000 beds is now 200 beds.
200 beds is now 40 beds.
And it’s put the most seriously ill, critical patients, into the hands of the least-experienced nurses in the hospital.
Imagine throwing 5 year-olds into the 40-foot waves on Oahu’s North Shore with a pool noodle, and you’re not too far off.
Now see if you can figure out why some of those 600,000 people died from COVID in the last 18 months or so.
The nurses who regularly care for the sickest ICU patients are freaking rock stars, and they can only handle at most, 2 at once.
In the last serious COVID wave, from about Labor Day to the end of last February, half the nurses who worked in our ICU said “F**k it, I’m out!“. Forever. Burned out by 1 or 2 mega-critical patients like I had, every shift, every day, for weeks and weeks on end, understaffed, under-equipped, and under-supplied with basic equipment and supplies. No lunches, no breaks, just a 12-hour endless slog from 7 to 7, every day or night, and the same thing tomorrow, and the next day, and the next day, ad infinitum.
The ER and other floors lost upwards of 1/3 of our staff, for the same reasons.
Replacements can’t be whistled up, and they can’t be trained in less than years, to a minimum level of competence.
So hell yes, people die because we’re out of beds, out of supplies for the patients, out of PPE for the staff, and out of the staff to even show up.
In simple terms: how many games are the Dodgers or Yankees going to win in a season if they can only put 6 or 4 players on the field?
And what you’re asking, I assume legitimately, is “But do they really need 9 guys on the field? Do they really have to be major league players? Can’t the kids from Little League, high school, or maybe even Single-A suck it up and pull the load instead?”
So, my sincere question back to you is, what do you think the answer to that question is?
{And I didn't send this to my reply at that site, but I forgot to mention: In the ER, as in the ICU, I have a critical care monitor over nearly every patient bed in the department, so I (and others) can see my patient's heart beat, oxygen level, blood pressure, and respirations instantly, in real time. The telemetry floors are only monitored at the main nursing station, NOT the bed side. The Med/Surg floors have no monitoring anywhere, just portable vital signs machines, usually 2-4 for 40 beds. That's flying a plane at night, without any instruments installed, in the mountains. With a student pilot. You guess where the pitfalls in that approach are, and how well it's going to work, and for how long.}
*But I was wrong: he was just being a jackass, and virtue-signalling his Dunning-Kruger credentials.
Here's his reply to the above at his site:
Aesop: I let this get posted so others would understand why I hold you in such contempt.
You told us all how important you were, and how much smarter and better trained than everyone else but you really didn’t say all that much.
Nor did you really answer my question.
But hey, you got to blow your own horn again, so I guess you made yourself feel special.
Please, next time you comment, let it be either in answer to the post, a useful comment to the post, but please not so self serving, MMKAY?
No, I told you about 40 different ways that the patients who need ICU are sick as hell, and need the specialized care that only the ICU, and nurses trained to operate there regularly, can provide, which AIN'T ME, and that this is already kicking THEIR asses. But Reality doesn't comport with your ignorance or prejudices, so you honked your own horn and blew all that information right out your ass. Which was why I didn't wait for your gracious permission, and posted it myself.
Your disingenuousness is noted.
Don't waste time asking rhetorical questions you're manifestly too stupid to process when you get the answers. And good luck with that plan for the rest of your life. Like with undertakers, and for the same reason, that sort of intelligence is why I've been fully employed for 25 years, and people like you are my best customers.
Sorry to disturb your navel-gazing with the answers you couldn't handle. Go back to your beer and chemtrail websites. And by all means, don't wear a mask, lick the handrails, and pee on the electric fence. What could go wrong with that life plan?
Thanks again for reminding me why dealing with you honestly and giving you the benefit of any doubt is a complete waste of time, except as an object lesson to others.
Not having learned his lesson, and after getting picked on in Comments, he now doubles down, and takes another swing:
You mean, when Fauci and the head of the CDC both said Ebola would never get here, and I said it would?
When Fauci and the head of the CDC said we had protocols that would deal with it, and I said we didn’t?
When Fauci and the head of the CDC said our first world medicine would triumph and stop it cold, and I said it wouldn’t?
When Fauci and the head of the CDC told you any hospital could handle Ebola, and I said that only the four BL-IV hospitals were trained or equipped to handle it?
You mean when, after they were both 100% wrong, and I was 100% right, on every one of those predictions, and Ebola in a Dallas ICU, using the CDC’s protocols, multiplied at the exact same rate it does in the wild, with no precautions, they ended up moving every Ebola patient in America – including the two ICU nurses they managed to infect with it in exactly 21 days, just like it multiples in the wild – into those exact BL-IV beds, taking up all but one of the only 11 such beds in North America, leaving us a red hair away from becoming West Africa?
Yeah, I remember that pretty well, since you mention it.
Everything I posted then (summer to winter 2014) is still up on my blog, in case you care to check it.
Now, tell me about your local weatherman with a 100% accuracy rate on his predictions and prophecies.
I haven’t made many predictions, as such. But the ones I have have panned out pure gold.
Please, B, for the love of God, stop stomping on your own junk with sharp cleats on.
Monday, July 1, 2019
Thursday, June 20, 2019
Gonna Be A Light Posting Day...
At least early. Because I'll be spending quite a bit of it getting officially trained on the things I've used for the last year. Not too cranky about that, since it's paid time and there's a bare possibility I might learn something I didn't know, slim though that chance is. But it's still killing most of a day. And in daylight, so there's a non-zero chance that if stricken by sunlight, my lifelong night-shift self might burst into ashes. And it's so darned bright out there in the daytime.
Saturday, December 15, 2018
Down. Forward. Up. PULL. Repeat.
What makes Christmas presents happen, bigly?
This. Since ever.
Currently, the timekeeper is pounding out "Battle Speed!"
But so is the Paymaster.
Practicing capitalism the fun way is never having to say "insufficient funds".
And I'm frankly too busy to go panning through tons of the daily gravel of life for a paltry few gold flakes of outrage. Life's too short for that, anyways. Go play in the snow, walk in the woods, spend some time in an art museum, catch a flick, or work your way through the DVD pile or the stack of to-be-read books. Charge up your spiritual batteries with friends and family. You're gonna need that, as long as you're on this side of the grass.
FWIW, I think you're all getting a Christmas Season of relative nothingburgers, because come January, when the would-be generals of the Free Shit Army take over half of Congress, things are going to get non-stop crappy, in ways beyond counting. At least on the Idiot Box, if not so much in real life.
And then the season of outrage nuggets will be upon us, just laying on the ground ripe for the taking.
Just a hunch.
We'll soon see about that IRL.
Enjoy the holidays as much as you can.
The really bleak part of winter will be upon us soon, with nothing to look forward to after that but Spring.
Take a thought to your long-term plans, and take a personal inventory of the places where you're relying more on wishful thinking and not so much on actually having.
Nobody's strong always and everywhere. If you're feeling cranky, go drill some holes in paper targets. Or save a few bucks, get some snap caps, and do a few hundred rounds of dry firing every week. Or day. It only costs time. Or find that thin spot in your just-in-case lists, and fatten it up a layer or two, while it isn't critical nor expensive. Especially if that involves getting rid of a layer or two of winter fat around your middle. Humans are one species where it's always better to store your winter fat in the pantry, rather than in the pants.
Life's pop quizzes are coming.
Strong, skinny people are always harder to kill.
Friday, November 16, 2018
Just Working A Lot
Upside: Working a lot.
Downside: Working a Lot.
As we watch the progtards steal one senate race, and work on making it two, it's not the dead Democrat voters that are the problem, nor even the hordes of illegal ones. It's the imaginary ones being manufactured out of whole cloth, as soon as they see how many votes they need to change the tally, and then not-so-magically produce those votes out of thin air two, three, five, ten days after the polls close.
So you can imagine what 2020 is going to look like.
And if they do this to POTUS then, and hold the coup at the vote counting stations, if that doesn't start open civil war, then Srsly:
What's left for anyone to fight for?
Why bother?
If you'll watch them steal your country, eyes glazed over and mouths agape, you may as well just change parties, and get ready for the non-stop rogering of the nation from then on out, because it only gets worse for you demographically after that.
The only way to get them out of power at that point is going to be by voting out of the barrels of guns. (Why is it, d'ya suppose, that despite that tack getting them kicked out of congress in 1994, the first thing they chose to go for this time, before Alzheimer's Nan even gets the Speaker's gavel, is draconian gun bans? Didja figure that was a coincidence? They're planning on disarming you, and then Marxism and boxcars, just like everywhere else, every time they take power, since 1918. We're Venezuela, two years before Chavez, right this minute.)
And everyone's just watching the train wreck unfold in slow-mo. And gawking.
Look to your last stand location, your pantry, and your ammo pile.
You'll have need of them all, and sooner rather than later.
The other side won't a take "No" for an answer, and as you're seeing day to day now, if they lose, they'll cheat their way to a win, and act like they won in a landslide.
And you'll do...what, exactly?
The pic above is the answer:
"We keep you alive to serve this ship. Row well, and live."
Plan B?
FL and AZ are just sitting there, at a time when it should have been torches and pitchforks, a week ago. Put all the lipstick on that pig you like, and best wishes with that plan.
Next time, it'll be TX and ten other states.
Tempus fugit.
Sunday, October 21, 2018
Eyelids Are Blocking My Screen
Multiple shifts in a row.
Good News: Saving lives! License to print money.
Bad News: Sleep is the new crack cocaine.
Consequences: Posting may be light.
Or not. If I do crack cocaine.
For the moment:
Pillow, 1.
Keyboard, 0.
Monday, October 8, 2018
Talk Amongst Yourselves
Good News:
Four companies are dickering to help me fund Camp Snoopy and the Castle Anthrax.
Bad News:
If I go to bed right now, I may just get enough sleep to not be a zombie tonight. So as much fun as I have in my little sandbox, I'm going to give it a rest.
If you're looking for something to entertain you, do what I do:
Go to Irish's blog, and work your way through the blogroll on the right hand side.
A days' worth of those posts will leave you far more entertained and informed than anything you'll get from the lamestream media.
The minions of stupidity never sleep, but they appear to be rather stunned into oblivion at the moment, so this looks like a pretty good opportunity for me to ignore them.
I'll be back at this later on. (Like I could ever shut up, right?)
Probably by waking up when all hell breaks loose or something.
Happy Columbus Day.
Oh, and just because April Fools' Day is too much fun to confine to one day a year, in celebration of today, send Hizzoner Mayor DeBlasio $26 worth of cheap-ass trinkets, and tell him the Indians have elected to take NYFC back at cost, so pastyface and his 8M closest friends all have to go back to Amsterdam.
For bonus points, sign the letter with Senator Fauxcahontas Spitting Bull's name.
If you can get NYFC's shameful oppression of the red man into a major news outlet's story stack, you win the internetz for the day.
Saturday, September 1, 2018
Okay, For Real This Time
So, instead of working at Sketchy Ghetto General Hospital, I'm at the sister hospital, Barrio Knife & Gun Club. Oh, and they're short again tonight. And tomorrow. And maybe Monday too?
(Funny how the staff sick calls always pile in on three-day weekends. Just a coincidence, for certain.)
And an interview for a long-term position somewhere else on Tuesday.
It's better to be feared than loved, but it's better to be loved than panhandling.
Upsides:
1) Nights. No Good Idea fairies, no labcoat leaders, no clipboard commandos.
No b.s., just get 'em in, patch 'em up, and get 'em out.
What could possibly go wrong...?
2) Job security, unless people stop acting stupid and self-nominating for Darwin Awards.
(IOW, Never Going To Happen, Adam/Eve-now, inclusive.)
3) Two people in charge I worked with for a decade, up until 5 years ago, and hadn't seen since. In fact, both were proto-nurses then, and now they're in charge.
Okay, it's not like that, and one of them I pushed to get the education to get paid what he was worth, and he did it. Kind of gratifying, actually.
(Lesson: ER is a very small pond, if you leave yours you find out. So you might want to treat your reputation as your life jacket, and not mangle it. Would suck to interview for a job and find out the person with hire/fire authority is that bridge you burned up consequence-free - or so you thought - 5-10 years ago, and find out "Not so much".)
4) Oh, the future stories I'm going to get out of this!
Downside:
1) New kid in school. Again.
2) Another horrible Electronic Medical Record that's a walking disasterpiece. (Thanks, ObozoCare!)
Write this on your hands in permanent laundry marker Sharpie in case you forget:
Every medical worker, doctors, nurses, techs, administration, is absolutely convinced that *their* EMR is the worst one ever inflicted on mortal man.
They are ALL correct.
So, as Leon Askin said in One, Two, Three*: "Two to one: Plan carries."
Anyways, I'm going to be a bit busier for a bit, as I get back on the hamster wheel non-stop for awhile.
's okay, though. I'm going to need the new muscles to carry those heavy paychecks to the bank every week.
Labor Day: the holiday I've worked every year for...oh, wait, ever.
You're a cruel bitch, Irony, but the compensation is adequate.
*{Haven't seen it? Go. Find. Watch! Classic.}
Thursday, August 30, 2018
Booming Economy, Local Edition UPDATE: Or, Not
Apparently, not so much. So I don't have to go to Ghetto General.
And given the reputation of where I'm going, the amusing anecdote factor afterwards should be off the charts, whether it's true or not. Anyone can work. But to really relish the experience, you have to commit to the comedy.
Scariest part: working in the daytime.
When all the clipboard commandos, labcoat leaders, and Good Idea Fairies are out in droves. And at the end of the month, when all the homeless dopers (that would be 99.9999% of them, who give all the rest of the homeless a bad name) are out of drugs, money, and ideas, so they come to the ER to try and score until their EBT cards recharge. Ye suffering cats, what a horrid turn of events...
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Please Stand By
The last few days' break has been a necessary exercise in unrestrained capitalism because landlords and such still require presentation of the readies for things like power, light, groceries, etc.
It's also been the week that I've had to run around and perform all the petty tasks to demonstrate to TPTB that I know WTF I'm doing in the ER, and won't gratuitously kill anyone on a given day, even those who deserve it by all accounts, and the associated nonsense requisite in maintaining all the proper paperwork to keep the clipboard commandos at work happy and nosed out of my business.
I'm also guilty of perfectionism, and would generally rather wait until I have something worthwhile to share, rather than slap up something half-good (or worse) just for the sake of eyeballs. It's not like I'm getting paid for this stuff; more's the pity.
The normal levels of dyspeptic and disgusted shock-induced blogging you know and love will return momentarily.
Saturday, December 9, 2017
Susbtitute Teacher Day
Read the next chapter in the text. Aesop is a little pre-occupied at the moment, but should return shortly.
Enjoy your weekend.
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Paycheck - Pillow - Toys
Not literally, but there's a big Fun Show this weekend, and I'll be hunting for anything I've "just gotta have".
And I'm working all weekend.
And somewhere in there, I should probably sleep so I don't crash on the road or kill people at work.
Which they frown on thereabouts.
Posting will therefore be light, unless insomnia takes a hand.
Y'all have a pleasant weekend, and we'll see how it goes.





















So far, Aesop’s record is slightly poorer than Fauci and the CDC. Remember the Ebola thing? And many other of his predictions?
I mean, he makes a TV weatherman look like a prophet…