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11 years ago
Monday, June 30, 2008
Finally, some pictures
And no, I didn't have some epiphany and actually remember our camera on our trip to FL. My lovely sister Jill sent these to me. They are of my sister, our nephew Deven, and us. Enjoy.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
On call
Beep, beep, beep, beep. That was the sound I heard at 2:30 this morning. I returned the page and spoke with the doctor in the emergency room at the hospital I am on call with. She had an intoxicated man who was talking about wanting to commit suicide. In the state of Indiana, the legal limit for alcohol is .08. This man was at a .5. Most of us would be dead. The doc then decided that I could wait to come in until 5 or 6 in the morning since he was so drunk I probably wouldn't be able to assess him properly. Too bad the doc didn't decide that until AFTER she paged me. I did my best to shut my brain down and fall back asleep.
I dragged my sorry butt in the hospital at 5:45, still very tired after not sleeping well after getting the page. I determined the man was no longer suicidal, also not as intoxicated which is not uncommon and which the doc should have considered. I spoke with the patient's 77 year old father who was infuriated with me because I wouldn't have his son sent to a psych unit against his will. I tried to explain the whole, "People have civil rights thing" but it didn't go over too well. Neither did the whole, "I can't tell you what your son said due to patient confidentiality." I think it was then he got into my personal space and said something about his son killing a family member of mine while driving drunk. I knew it was time to go home.
I crawled back into bed and slept for about an hour before I woke up to beep, beep, beep, beep. I returned the page and was informed there was a mother at the hospital with her daughter and the mother wanted to go home, check on her son and do some things around the house before returning to the hospital. Oh, and she wanted the hospital to pay for the cab fare both ways. I was the mean old social worker who said no, was informed by the mom it had been done for her all week, and told her I would call the full time social worker and get back with her. Thankfully the full time social worker is a friend of mine who said her story was accurate and that I needed to inform her this would be the last time prior to discharge that we would do this.
I gave up on trying to sleep so Chris and I walked down to the Farmer's Market. On the way back, beep, beep, beep, beep. This time it was the hospital chaplin who explained that a guy who was engaged to a patient at the hospital was having his utilities shut off due to not paying the bills. He wanted our help with the utilities but didn't want his fiance to find out. I told the chaplain he was out of luck on a Saturday and to try back on Monday.
I hate this job. I actually quit this job but decided to keep this last weekend to help out. Knowing I will never have to do this again is keeping me sane. I'm off to a wedding reception and a goodbye party. We'll see how long I can attend before I hear the beep, beep, beep, beep.
I dragged my sorry butt in the hospital at 5:45, still very tired after not sleeping well after getting the page. I determined the man was no longer suicidal, also not as intoxicated which is not uncommon and which the doc should have considered. I spoke with the patient's 77 year old father who was infuriated with me because I wouldn't have his son sent to a psych unit against his will. I tried to explain the whole, "People have civil rights thing" but it didn't go over too well. Neither did the whole, "I can't tell you what your son said due to patient confidentiality." I think it was then he got into my personal space and said something about his son killing a family member of mine while driving drunk. I knew it was time to go home.
I crawled back into bed and slept for about an hour before I woke up to beep, beep, beep, beep. I returned the page and was informed there was a mother at the hospital with her daughter and the mother wanted to go home, check on her son and do some things around the house before returning to the hospital. Oh, and she wanted the hospital to pay for the cab fare both ways. I was the mean old social worker who said no, was informed by the mom it had been done for her all week, and told her I would call the full time social worker and get back with her. Thankfully the full time social worker is a friend of mine who said her story was accurate and that I needed to inform her this would be the last time prior to discharge that we would do this.
I gave up on trying to sleep so Chris and I walked down to the Farmer's Market. On the way back, beep, beep, beep, beep. This time it was the hospital chaplin who explained that a guy who was engaged to a patient at the hospital was having his utilities shut off due to not paying the bills. He wanted our help with the utilities but didn't want his fiance to find out. I told the chaplain he was out of luck on a Saturday and to try back on Monday.
I hate this job. I actually quit this job but decided to keep this last weekend to help out. Knowing I will never have to do this again is keeping me sane. I'm off to a wedding reception and a goodbye party. We'll see how long I can attend before I hear the beep, beep, beep, beep.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
The longest short trip ever
Chris and I planned a short vacation to visit my sister Jill in Naples, FL. Since I am still new at my job, my vacation time is very limited which in turn mean that our trip was going to be very limited. We purchased plane tickets to fly out of Indianapolis right after work last Thursday. We were supposed to arrive in Ft. Myers around midnight and have all day Friday and Saturday. Our return flight on Sunday was supposed to get us back to Indy with enough time to grocery shop and prepare for work the next day. I think you know where I'm going with this...
We arrived at the Indianapolis airport only to be told that our plane was having mechanical problems and would be delayed. The concern was that our connecting flight through Atlanta might be missed but were assured that the connection was also running late so we might make it in time. Despite our frantic runs through the Atlanta airport, we did not make our connection. Instead, we were put up in a smelly hotel that is doomed to shut down based on what we saw. I was planning on using Jill's toiletries because Chris and I didn't want to check any baggage. When we realized we needed toothpaste, I was given plastic disposable toothbrushes with plastic bristles that have the "convenience" of the toothpaste already being included. If you pushed up on the handle, it forced a pathetically small amount of what they say to be toothpaste between the plastic bristles which was just as helpful as not brushing your teeth at all. For all of you who know how weird I am about having fresh breath, I can guarantee you that no kissy face occurred in this hotel.
Did I mention that in this hotel, even the wine glasses in the bar smelled bad? Oh, and the hotel check in lady had to explain that the contractor and hotel owner had a falling out so before the contractor was fired, he installed all of the hotel door handles upside down so when opening the door you needed to life up instead of down.
Friday morning we arrived back at the airport VERY early, especially being that we arrived VERY late the night before. We boarded the plan and then we were told that the plan was having, you guessed it, mechanical problems. We sat for a few minutes before they got back on the overhead to announce that the problems were more serious than previously expected and we would need to get off the plane. So we waited...again. The plane eventually took off and we made it to Florida for a wonderfully relaxing 1 1/2 days. I would show you pictures but I forgot my camera. Big shocker I know. (See previous post.)
Sunday we left Jill's house around 9:00am to catch our plane. We were thrilled when this occurred without a problem. Our flight landed in Chicago on time. Too bad our flight out of Chicago wasn't on time. As a matter of fact, a storm had just blown through and many flights were cancelled, almost all were delayed. We were one of the delayed flights. It was supposed to be a two hour delay. It wasn't. Approximately twelve hours from the time Chris and I left Jill's house, Chris and I drove into our garage completely exhausted and having made the decision that we will NEVER (except for the family reunion trip that is already scheduled and paid for) have a layover again.
We arrived at the Indianapolis airport only to be told that our plane was having mechanical problems and would be delayed. The concern was that our connecting flight through Atlanta might be missed but were assured that the connection was also running late so we might make it in time. Despite our frantic runs through the Atlanta airport, we did not make our connection. Instead, we were put up in a smelly hotel that is doomed to shut down based on what we saw. I was planning on using Jill's toiletries because Chris and I didn't want to check any baggage. When we realized we needed toothpaste, I was given plastic disposable toothbrushes with plastic bristles that have the "convenience" of the toothpaste already being included. If you pushed up on the handle, it forced a pathetically small amount of what they say to be toothpaste between the plastic bristles which was just as helpful as not brushing your teeth at all. For all of you who know how weird I am about having fresh breath, I can guarantee you that no kissy face occurred in this hotel.
Did I mention that in this hotel, even the wine glasses in the bar smelled bad? Oh, and the hotel check in lady had to explain that the contractor and hotel owner had a falling out so before the contractor was fired, he installed all of the hotel door handles upside down so when opening the door you needed to life up instead of down.
Friday morning we arrived back at the airport VERY early, especially being that we arrived VERY late the night before. We boarded the plan and then we were told that the plan was having, you guessed it, mechanical problems. We sat for a few minutes before they got back on the overhead to announce that the problems were more serious than previously expected and we would need to get off the plane. So we waited...again. The plane eventually took off and we made it to Florida for a wonderfully relaxing 1 1/2 days. I would show you pictures but I forgot my camera. Big shocker I know. (See previous post.)
Sunday we left Jill's house around 9:00am to catch our plane. We were thrilled when this occurred without a problem. Our flight landed in Chicago on time. Too bad our flight out of Chicago wasn't on time. As a matter of fact, a storm had just blown through and many flights were cancelled, almost all were delayed. We were one of the delayed flights. It was supposed to be a two hour delay. It wasn't. Approximately twelve hours from the time Chris and I left Jill's house, Chris and I drove into our garage completely exhausted and having made the decision that we will NEVER (except for the family reunion trip that is already scheduled and paid for) have a layover again.
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