AHH

Well, that was not fun.

It is currently not fun either.



It is 11:52, I got home from work about 15 minutes ago. Worked sucked. First of all, I came into work, and I went into Chemistry, which I have not done in quite awhile. I like Chemistry. For some reason, it just usually ends up being that I am not in there... so tonight I claimed it. I put on ALL of the controls (bec1, bec3, utoxn, utoxl, ecs2, ecs3, hcg1, card1, bnp1, alc1, alc2, alc3) and proceeded to start about my night.

Around 1530, Adam walks in. Now, I like Adam, I have no problems with Adam. But Adam sheepishly tells me that he spoke with Terry (my supervisor) and because he is not checked off in Micro (he has been working at cch for months now) he needs to work in either Heme or Chem and he spoke to the girl in Heme (why didn't he speak to me?) and she did not want to go into Micro so.....

Now I pretty much hate doing Micro on the weekends. Not only is it stressful to be in there because of the Micro supervisor micro (ha!) analyzing everything you do.... but you have to answer the tube system.

So I say to Adam "I hate Micro" and then proceed to tell him that if that is the way it is, that is the way it is, and I will go over there.

I walk into micro and find Claire. Claire is 80. I applaud her for continuing to work and for doing a pretty good job of it.... but usually around 2:30 she stops receiving specimens.

At this point, it is about 3:45. So for about an hour and 15 minutes, specimens (including stats from the ER) have been piling up in the bin. Claire also takes awhile to wrap up her work, and we both need the same space to do our respective duties. So anyway, she puttered around finishing paperwork and stuff, while I attacked the mound of stuff.

Then I started getting positive blood cultures. And a giant bottle of pleural fluid. And about 10 million urines. And more blood cultures.

I put so many blood cultures on the instrument tonight that there was no room left for any more when I went home.

I spilled pee.

Twice.

Fortunately Terry helped me out a lot by reading all of my slides... something im not "checked off" on anyway, and prefer to leave it that way.

Oh, and my neck is messed up. I have been sleeping on NONE my pillow for a week now. And I have to be very careful not to move my head too quickly lest I throw it out completely.

Then I talked to Jon and I guess he is staying in the city tonight. I was hoping that if him and Mike were around here I could meet up with them and forget about my night, but no.



So now I am home. Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights is on. I think one of my dreams is to dance like that with someone. I wish I did not live in a culture where dancing was all about getting on someone and grinding up against them. Not that that isn't fun...

My brother is planning on moving to Cinci. Bud, with his 90 yr old wisdom, asked Chris if he danced. He said sometimes. Bud suggested that once he was out there, he could join a ymca or go to some dances to meet girls. That is, of course, what him and Nan used to do for fun and to meet friends. they square danced for years.

Id love for things to be like that.

Maybe it is out there somewhere.

I think that would be a great way for me to stop feeling so incredibly stressed out.
It would be nice to dance.