Hooooly crap. What have I gotten myself into.
Random thoughts before bed.
-I never thought I'd miss Essentris and CAdmin, but I've got two words for you: paper. charting.
-I also never thought I'd miss the Pyxis. Med keys suck.
-RTs, I've always loved you, but I don't think I ever fully appreciated you until now. Who wants to be smuggled over to manage my vents?
-I have SO MUCH REVIEWING to do.
-As much as it pains me to say it - the ol' pharmacy wasn't all bad. Turns out drawing up all your own meds is kind of tedious, especially when you have to check every single one with another nurse (ESPECIALLY especially when you can't give your own meds until you've gotten signed off or something).
And yet...
-My kid chose ten minutes before shift change to clog his ETT and desat to 2. Nurses swarm, docs come running, tube is yanked, bradying and bagging and suctioning and reintubation. You know what? I forgot how much I love this.
I'm BACK, baby!
30 January 2012
29 January 2012
Well, hello there. I've been meaning all day to write this post, but for some reason - probably to do with the idea of starting work tomorrow after more than four months off - I've spent most of the day watching trashy TV on Netflix. Now it's 10.30 p.m., and despite the fact that I have to present myself at 7.15 tomorrow morning, I am not the least bit tired. So, updating you all it is!
I have taken up residence in room 1-074 at the Arthur Sanctuary House, a sizeable dormitory on the hospital campus built in the 1950s as a nurses' (not nursing) home. With several single rooms sharing each kitchen and communal area, I was expecting a dorm-style suite-like arrangement. Unfortunately, every room opens directly onto the hallway, and each has its own lock, so as far as I've seen, there's no real sense of community. The kitchen also leaves much to be desired; I spent most of Saturday acquiring a sad little hodgepodge of the most basic cookware, and I dearly miss the array of accoutrements stashed in my parents' basement. Still, the commute can't be beat - perhaps a three-minute walk from the dorm to the hospital door - and, really, I didn't move to England to spend a whole lot of time in housing.
So the hospital and dorm are actually located in Headington, a small suburb of Oxford about two miles east of the city centre. It sits at the top of Headington Hill, and I've heard tell that it actually has quite good views of the dreaming spires, although I haven't yet found a tree-less vantage point to prove this theory.
Looking west
I have taken up residence in room 1-074 at the Arthur Sanctuary House, a sizeable dormitory on the hospital campus built in the 1950s as a nurses' (not nursing) home. With several single rooms sharing each kitchen and communal area, I was expecting a dorm-style suite-like arrangement. Unfortunately, every room opens directly onto the hallway, and each has its own lock, so as far as I've seen, there's no real sense of community. The kitchen also leaves much to be desired; I spent most of Saturday acquiring a sad little hodgepodge of the most basic cookware, and I dearly miss the array of accoutrements stashed in my parents' basement. Still, the commute can't be beat - perhaps a three-minute walk from the dorm to the hospital door - and, really, I didn't move to England to spend a whole lot of time in housing.
So the hospital and dorm are actually located in Headington, a small suburb of Oxford about two miles east of the city centre. It sits at the top of Headington Hill, and I've heard tell that it actually has quite good views of the dreaming spires, although I haven't yet found a tree-less vantage point to prove this theory.
Looking west
12 January 2012
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