I'M IN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Monster Brownies
6 months ago
I have a dream. At best it will take me 10 years to achieve it, but I do have a dream. One day I'll go home!
In hospitals, pillows are like puffy chunks of white gold.
Almost every patient needs at least one pillow. And many require complicated pillow constructions to pad and support the various broken areas of their anatomy. Or to stop them tumbling out of bed. Or, when the correct amount of pressure is applied, stop those really annoying patients altogether.
Unfortunately, the worlds pillow resources are beginning to dwindle.
We are always running out of pillows in the ED and are often forced to mount covert pillow acquisition missions to the wards.
They in turn, are forever pinching our own pillows when we transfer patients.
Yup, pillow smuggling is big business.
Son - Mummy, where does it hurt?
Mummy - All the way up here.
Son - Well, just let me know if the pain moves down and you have trouble breathing, because I know the ambulance number and I have my phone.
Mummy - OK sweetie, I don't think that will be necessary, but thank you. Now off to bed!
Son - Makes an appearance 2 mins later carrying 'Emergency First Aid For Parents - Actually Mummy, the movie is really loud and I probably won't hear you so you will have to call yourself. The number is here on the front of this book.Yep, thanks son! You are really cute but Go To Bed!
"You will be helping 'Hilda' with Bingo today. She has dementia and is rather ummm... difficult. Just go along with anything she says."Shit! Firstly, I have never played Bingo! Secondly, I know nothing about dementia! So I am left standing there trying to wrestle the querulous old so & so into her chair while she mutters about not knowing how to play either and the blind leading the blind. So I plant her in her seat and steal her stick just in case she decides to whack me with it and firmly tell her 'We will figure it out. How hard can it be.'
Friend - "Now if you are reading out the BINGO numbers - speak slow and clear."
My Response - " And very bloody LOUD!!! LMAO"Bring It On! It is all starting to happen now!
There are several things you wish you could be doing. For one reason or another none are possible. There are other things you would prefer not to be doing. It seems, though, you have no alternative.I'm not saying you should accept just anything. If, though, you can bring yourself to be realistic about your options, you will start to feel differently about some of the factors you resent. Don't compromise a big aspiration. Do, though, look at another way to get your desired result.As you are aware I am hoping to start my Bachelor of Nursing next year. There is a small University campus in a town only 25 kms from where I am living which conveniently offers this course. All lectures are done by video conference from the Main Campus and it is closely linked with the Hospital which services our region. I can study with minimal difficulties ie: custody arrangements, transport, moving etc.
I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I had ended up where I intended to be.
Douglas AdamsThere are times when life seems to be so off track that you lose sight of where you are and what you are doing. But I have realised that despite life's twists, turns and complete detours things always happen for a reason. Sometimes the reason is not apparent, in fact, it can be quite frustrating when things don't go as planned.
Helicopter Rescue: The true story of Australia's first full-time chopper doctor
By Ken Wishaw
Autobiography of Australia's first full-time helicopter doctor. Describes his passion for flying, his crew membership of the Surf Life Saving Association rescue helicopter, and his role in developing the operations of CareFlight. Tells of the many helicopter rescues he has made. Includes full-colour photos. Foreword by Dr Fran Smith. Author is a doctor with specialist qualification in anaesthesia, who teaches advanced resuscitation and crisis management skills to other anaesthetists.
"Mummy, I think that is a really great idea, but I want you to be the nurse who goes into all the rooms and checks on the patients and gives them their medicine, not the one who has to do all the wounds and messy stuff."Bless Him! I could be one bored nurse if he has any say!
Yep, that was me 12 months ago. It all seems so surreal now, but my life was falling apart around me while I just sat there and waited for the next blow. So I sat there watching the organized chaos of the ER as my son dozed and a sense of great peace came over me. It was like suddenly being in the eye of a cyclone, and then I had a moment of clarity. This was where I belonged! But I was like the kid peering through the fence at what they perceive to be a better life. I was on the wrong side of the fence! I was living a life I hated and sitting there watching people who were living my dream. In that moment I decided to end my abusive relationship and take back control of my life. At that time the dream of nursing was something I still did not think of as a possibility, but I was later to get back enough confidence in myself to start dreaming again.A woman was sitting at her son's bedside in the busy ER of a large hospital. Her 5 year old son had been taken to the ER of their local hospital with a broken arm. Because there were no surgical facilities at the small local hospital they were transferred to a bigger regional hospital for surgery. After an aborted attempt to fix the arm there they were then transferred to Canberra Hospital. The child was calmly enduring everything and though he was obviously in a fair amount of pain had not complained the whole time.The child's father had spent the 48 hours since the accident alternating between getting drunk, abusing his partner and her father and driving between hospitals. He still had not arrived in Canberra 2 hours after the rest of the family, but was expected at any time and quite frankly his arrival was being anticipated with trepidation. The woman herself was feeling the strain of 48 hours with no sleep, being the buffer between her partner and the hospital staff (who would not deal with him) and trying to stop him from turning the accident into his own personal drama at every turn. She was also still feeling a fair bit of shame at having swung punches at him in the street outside their business when he refused to let her go to her son.