Well, I decided to crawl out of my hole about 45 min early today. And by the end of this I'm sure you will understand why. You see, as you all know, I cannot stand getting up early... but for Mumbles.. I'll make an exception. Now, back to where we finished off... oh yes, the introduction of The Wizard and The Hobbit!
As I got off the plane and was escorted to the Nursing Station, I once again marvelled at the surroundings. I will always love Northern Ontario I think. If there is such a feeling that makes your heart swell, it is seeing the Great White North for me. I love it that much.
At the station, I was greeted by the all powerful Wiz. You see, the Wiz carefully watches over all of us making sure that all things are going according to plan. She is the leader, and ensures that us little people are doing what we need to be doing in her kingdom. She has a lair too you see. It is a rather unorthodox lair, square...with a window overlooking the water, some sort of table with papers scattered about as if she had been frantically looking for something, and fluorescent lighting. The Wizard, is the Newfoundlander I spoke about in the previous blogs. Kind hearted but you know rippling just underneath the surface, that she is, "The all powerful Wiz". She is happy with the name I believe (hell its self declared!) and laughs as she tells us both that "not up to snuff, she'll teleport you right out of here with her magical powers on the next plane!" Ahh The Wiz... I missed her!
Poking your head out of a hole like a shrew (yes I said shrew hobbit, look it up), was not my idea of an introducation, but thats Hobbit. Another nurse I have met along my journey here in Cat Lake...another player in this game. Hobbit, as so affectionately named, is about 5' if she's even an inch. She is also very defensive either about her height, or her feet. You see, I tried calling her a Troll, but she didn't appreciate that much...and figured the different characteristics between a Troll and a Hobbit meant that she did NOT have warts on her feet, nor did she live under a bridge..."
She scurries around like a squirrel, meticulously placing things in their place, and checking all of her boxes that need to be checked. Always having somewhere to go, or something to finish, Hobbit is always searching for near perfection and reminds me somewhat of a cross between the Rabbit on Alice in Wonderland, and the Squirrel from Hoodwinked. I suppose they both have anxiety issues.
Now I suppose you are wondering why on earth I am "stump". Well, names stick I guess while you are away...and asking the Wizard silly and unnecessary questions warrant the name. It goes something like this "Blah blah blah blah???" To which the all powerful, all knowing Wizard stated: "What are you? Dumb as a stump? Ok Stump..." And that was it.... I was forever more Stump. Ah well...
Now the Wizard, The Hobbit and I made it through the week and the weekend, without anything very exciting happen. A trip to the Northern Store on Thursday was in order since we all know from the past, waiting till Sunday means no food for you. The best thing that happened was that 2 of the coolers broke down and all of the food was 75% off. Which is good up here, making things normal priced instead of astronomical. You know, Cheese Whiz is $18. I admired my burm from my couch, and caught up on the latest TV. All of the important shows like, The Bachelorette... (seriously, there really is nothing on TV). And while I was able to watch such educational and enlightening shows while discussing them via MSN with folks back home about "Sinus talker" and "Big hair lawyer" I had to laugh that life as I knew it had come down to this. That worrying about what was on TV was all I needed to worry about.
Clinic life is just that... clinic life. And the days went on, and the week went on... and then the weekend came. I can't stand weekends up here. Not one bit, not at all, and I don't care to relive them for any legnth of time. You see... 24hrs up here takes FOREVER and, being on call for 24hrs takes even longer than that. It has been raining all week, on and off, with just teasers of blue skies in between. It is cool enough to warrant a sweatshirt most days. And while on another adventure in the drizzle, with the air you can only smell in Northern Ontario I remembered why I love it so much up here. The air, I wish I could bottle and take home. Its sweet, and piney...and fresh. This isnt Essex County air, that after or during the rain the only thing you smell is the fish in the lake. This is a clean smell...this is the smell that warms me, that makes me smile and reminds me why Canada is so beautiful. (ok enough of that dribble)
The Wizard was leaving on Monday, and she assured me that her Minion would be in the same day. Also, I would be getting a roommate....
A roommate? WTF.
Monday came, and out went The Wizard. Soon enough in came The Minion and Mumbles...
The Minion is 2nd in command here... and laughs and jokes but keeps us in our place when that needs to happen. She can be stern and remind me that "Cluster B" is not an appropriate term for me to use, and jokes about "coddling" the younger children around here, that apparently I do. LOL! I have grown, and learned since I was last here, so we will have to see if she keeps the same opinion of me...
Mumbles however, is weird. There is no other word...no other explanation. I whined and complained at first to The Wizard, to Hobbit, and The Minion. A roommate? I came here for solitude, for peace and quiet! Suck it up buttercup...deal with it.
Mumbles talks like he is in a cave... far far away. So much its almost unintelligable..., hence the name Mumbles. He has beady eyes and gives me the creeps. But lots of people give me the creeps, so I should just shut up. The first lunch I went back to my apt overlooking the burm and Mumbles was already there. I tried to make small talk, I really did. But he is mumbling, and I can't really distinguish if they are words or not. I make my sandwich and Mumbles just stares at me. Quite curious you see...just staring. And with that, I picked up my sandwich and went to Hobbits. Hobbit and I will be spending lots of time together, I already have that feeling.
I feel a bit bad for not liking Mumbles...he truly is a boy in the middle. I have heard about him from The Wizard and The Minion... but what someone does is not my business. Some people are just naturally weird I suppose...and rub you the wrong way from day 1. Mumbles was going to be one of these people.
He is also lazy. I am always proud that I can come home to The Burm House, just the way I left it. Not with Mumbles. I feel like a mother here... cleaning up, doing dishes, closing doors, turning off lights, shutting off the TV.... and Mumbles is at least double my age. I can only imagine what his own residence appears like.
It continues like this, and now today is Thursday. I am excited that Mumbles leaves tomorrow. And will enlighten you to the events of last night, that once again left me hanging out with Hobbit.
As I came home, I was happy I was alone, if just for a bit. I bring my computer to my office now, and have been for the past few days. Not only so I can listen to down home radio stations, but also to use the internet. I am, respectful of other people. And Mumbles must have some solitare or other geek game to play I am sure of it. So I should share the internet....even though he asks if I need it again, to talk to my "fans"... GEEK.
I made my hamburger helper, and was able to talk to my husband again. Ahh... a light at the end of the day. I went to plug in my computer since I was alone and realized the internet cable was not there.. Mumbles had acquired it. Screw you Mumbles. Fine.
I turned on the TV, and ate my dinner...thinking that I really did need to get some laundry done. I stopped in to talk with Minion for about an hour. Hell, there is nothing else to do lol! And as I returned Mumbles had the internet rehooked back up and the TV directed at him (ie turned away from the couch). Double screw you.
I picked up my dessert and told Mumbles "That's fine, there's other TVs around here" and left for Hobbits'. It was only 1900hrs. GRRRRRR.
I spent the evening with Hobbit, grossing her out with bug shows, and watching cheesy sitcoms. At 1030 back home I went, the long journey across the hall....
Mumbles was still watching TV somehow and reading some geek novel. Perhaps Mumbles has 4 eyes that I haven't noticed that allow him to multitask. I don't care to find out. I am tired after 3 days of cleaning up after someone... and this time...he can turn everything off. I'm going to bed.
Which brings us to today. Up at 7am... per usual... and stumble to the kitchen. I can hear people talking...what? The Magic Bullet? Why is it so light....
I am very correct in saying I am the mother here, and make sure it is done.... The TV is on, the lights are on, the sink is full. ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Since Mumbles drinks my coffee every morning, I made my pot of cafe, grabbed a cup and my laptop and headed for my office.... which is why I am here, an hour and a half before my shift. If I had been smart, I would have taken the coffee pot with me.
Friday cannot come soon enough when Mumbles goes back to whatever fantasy land he lives in. Perhaps he has a maid, or lives with his mother. Doesn't matter to me... all that matters is that hopefully, at 1700 tomorrow I will once again be back in my Burm House, ALONE.
Lets hope...
And now its time to open the clinic.
Cya folks... lets hope for another installment tomorrow
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Cat Lake --- Round 2
So, I know you have all been anxiously awaiting the next installment here...but what can I tell ya... I'm a pretty good procrastinator. However, I have most of the funny stories tucked away in the back of my head, so grab a beer or a coffee...sit back, relax, and enjoy.
I flew out of Windsor this time at 0600 on Tuesday. Now, I've learned this time how to pack, and what to pack. So most of my suitcase was all food. There was no way, no how I was living on Kraft Dinner again this time. Although I did bring a couple of boxes with me.
So at 0430 we got up, blinked twice and stumbled towards the door. I'm not sure who decides what times these planes fly, but they sure aren't very considerate to those of us who cannot stand getting up early.
In the car I wanted my last Tim Hortons of the month, but as famous Amherstburg is starting to turn out to be, no one answered at the bloody 24hr drive thru again. Perhaps they are the same as the Northern Store up here... your every day store, except Sundays. At the airport, sans coffee I checked my bag. Yes that's right, I'm a girl, and yes I only need one bag to go away for 2 weeks. And that included food. What can I say? Low maintenance! There were maybe 6 other people in the airport, and now being a seasoned traveller I don't worry about the security...
Once again, Mr. Murphy thought it would be a beautiful sendoff with a little going away gift. I walked through the metal detectors onto the stupid mat, where the security shemale approached. A "random" search she says... Random? What's random about this? I'm the only one here! Oh fine, it's 5am, get your kicks sweetheart. She was nice enough to give me a play by play as to exactly where her hands were about to travel. Luckily, while in this state of half sleep at 5am, I can't think of any intelligent comments and just stood there hoping if I said less and smiled more it would be over sooner. Once she was done her "search" I went to claim my things....only to be sidetracked again for a "random" swab of my laptop.
Dear Windsor...bite me.
And finally I was in the air. Elastic band plane #1 was set and up in the air. Nothing exciting happens on a plane bound for Toronto at 6am. Absolutely nothing. So I had to be content with watching the lady next to me nod off from time to time. I'm sure she awoke with more than a stiff neck from all the bobbing she did.
At Toronto, the wait was about 2.5hrs. Lots of time to people watch, and I was hoping to run into the fire hydrant equivalent of the midget. No such luck. I did try believe me... So in Toronto I found a bench surrounded by stinky travellers to sit and wait. Now believe me, I love crowded places... just love them. So I was thrilled that the airport came complete with children that were, to say the least, uncontrolleable by their "parents". There were two of these curtain climbers running around me continually. I had my Starbucks and my muffin, and hoped my gruff exterior would scare off these leeches. Again, no such luck. These two stupid midgets in their own right ran over my feet with their pint size luggage, screamed, yelled, ran amuck despite their parents supposed attempts to control them. And then there was the final straw...the little midget with the long blonde hair, that was so closely followed by the other midget with short brown hair, picked up my Starbucks. Seriously folks... And with that little Timmy and his girlfriend got the stare down, and then so did their parents. Luckily, the parents had a secret weapon with them.... thats right, they drugged em. A lil Gravol for you, and a lil Gravol for me... too bad Mama San hadn't thought of the drug before they had arrived to the airport to aide in the wait time, instead the gentle folks flying to Edmonton would marvel at "what little angels" they were... I'm sure of it. I however, boarded the flight to Thunder Bay disgruntled and holding onto my coffee with a death grip.
Thunder Bay International Airport as its called is wonderous. I must thank Mark for the idea of the Noise Reducing head sets for the flight, however, the downside is... I got 3/4 of the way through Alice in Wonderland before the stewardess came around and made me take them off because we were landing. Nice... because I need to hear the crash.
So we landed and I scoured out some food. Pizza Pizza you know, because this will be the last fast food I'll be having in 2 weeks. So I grabbed my Pizza and headed to the bar area. This area has one side full of windows that overlook the runways, so its nice to sit and relax. I didn't notice the commotion going on around me...hell I didn't care about the commotion around me. My thoughts consisted of this... mMMMMmmm Pizzza.....
Now, for those of you who are opposed to me not sticking my nose in when someone is hurt, throwing up, or just generally is being a pain in the butt to someone else, stop reading here. For the rest of you who embrace the real world here ya go.
Then I heard it...and it went exactly like this...
"I don't know.....he's having chest pain...in his heart"
"I found him on the floor...he was breathing funny"
"No, he can talk now, we have him with oxygen"
"A fever? No... A cough? No...Shortness of Breath? No..."
"Ok, the ambulance is coming..."
Now before you all groan... I looked over to briefly survey what on earth was going on at the bar. I also can't see that well from a distance so what it appeared to look like was an old man, with a NRB on who was obviously conscious and alert talking to the people. So I continued with my pizza. This is my favorite part folks of being an observer when EMS shows up.
Mind you, four fire fighters from the airport showed up first to "assess the situation" and then 2 EMS behind, and then 1 supervisor. Dun dun dun DAHHH!!! Cue the gawkers! 4 of them mosey in and sit down at a table beside me. I am a subtle gawker, keeping my ears open to my six and my eyes in front. These 4 moved the chairs and tables to get a front row, straight on viewpoint of the show. I chucked alot...
"OMG, it must be serious"
"He probably had too much to drink"
"Look at that one!"
C'mon Gomer...get out the way. They load this patient on the stretcher and I take one quick look at the guy heading out. Apparently I need my glasses changed... he was younger, and had that greeny Casper look you've seen in the ER that just says, OK you're sick... I believe you. Meh, back to my pizza.
In Thunder Bay, another strange thing happens. You switch times. Not literally, but you might as well throw out any watches, cell phones or anything else that shows you the time on it. You see, there should be a motto for Wasaya Airlines... and that is... "We'll get there when we get there"
My plane left almost 2 hrs late. Which isn't good when you have to catch connecting flights in weird little towns. You see the Snowbirds were in town and we needed to wait for them to land in formation, after completing 2 flyovers with smoke. It was a lovely show, however I wanted to get going, and watching 9 teeeeeeeeny planes taxi into their hangers was not the most fun I've had in an airport.
Then finally....Welcome to Elastic Band plane #2, and #3. This time it wasn't as bumpy thankfully, but the 12yr old and 7yr old who were flying it could have used some lessons on landing. You see, this is the second time I've learned that eating before flying in these prop jobs is a bad idea....must remember Gravol. If only I had stolen some from those ankle biters in Toronto.
So here I am back in Cat. Back in the apartment that overlooks the burm...at least the one with the internet. The cast from the past episode isn't here...this time there are new players. The Wizard and The Hobbit, and I... I am Stump.
Interesting names aren't they?? I thought so too...
We'll leave their story to a future blog...for now...
I flew out of Windsor this time at 0600 on Tuesday. Now, I've learned this time how to pack, and what to pack. So most of my suitcase was all food. There was no way, no how I was living on Kraft Dinner again this time. Although I did bring a couple of boxes with me.
So at 0430 we got up, blinked twice and stumbled towards the door. I'm not sure who decides what times these planes fly, but they sure aren't very considerate to those of us who cannot stand getting up early.
In the car I wanted my last Tim Hortons of the month, but as famous Amherstburg is starting to turn out to be, no one answered at the bloody 24hr drive thru again. Perhaps they are the same as the Northern Store up here... your every day store, except Sundays. At the airport, sans coffee I checked my bag. Yes that's right, I'm a girl, and yes I only need one bag to go away for 2 weeks. And that included food. What can I say? Low maintenance! There were maybe 6 other people in the airport, and now being a seasoned traveller I don't worry about the security...
Once again, Mr. Murphy thought it would be a beautiful sendoff with a little going away gift. I walked through the metal detectors onto the stupid mat, where the security shemale approached. A "random" search she says... Random? What's random about this? I'm the only one here! Oh fine, it's 5am, get your kicks sweetheart. She was nice enough to give me a play by play as to exactly where her hands were about to travel. Luckily, while in this state of half sleep at 5am, I can't think of any intelligent comments and just stood there hoping if I said less and smiled more it would be over sooner. Once she was done her "search" I went to claim my things....only to be sidetracked again for a "random" swab of my laptop.
Dear Windsor...bite me.
And finally I was in the air. Elastic band plane #1 was set and up in the air. Nothing exciting happens on a plane bound for Toronto at 6am. Absolutely nothing. So I had to be content with watching the lady next to me nod off from time to time. I'm sure she awoke with more than a stiff neck from all the bobbing she did.
At Toronto, the wait was about 2.5hrs. Lots of time to people watch, and I was hoping to run into the fire hydrant equivalent of the midget. No such luck. I did try believe me... So in Toronto I found a bench surrounded by stinky travellers to sit and wait. Now believe me, I love crowded places... just love them. So I was thrilled that the airport came complete with children that were, to say the least, uncontrolleable by their "parents". There were two of these curtain climbers running around me continually. I had my Starbucks and my muffin, and hoped my gruff exterior would scare off these leeches. Again, no such luck. These two stupid midgets in their own right ran over my feet with their pint size luggage, screamed, yelled, ran amuck despite their parents supposed attempts to control them. And then there was the final straw...the little midget with the long blonde hair, that was so closely followed by the other midget with short brown hair, picked up my Starbucks. Seriously folks... And with that little Timmy and his girlfriend got the stare down, and then so did their parents. Luckily, the parents had a secret weapon with them.... thats right, they drugged em. A lil Gravol for you, and a lil Gravol for me... too bad Mama San hadn't thought of the drug before they had arrived to the airport to aide in the wait time, instead the gentle folks flying to Edmonton would marvel at "what little angels" they were... I'm sure of it. I however, boarded the flight to Thunder Bay disgruntled and holding onto my coffee with a death grip.
Thunder Bay International Airport as its called is wonderous. I must thank Mark for the idea of the Noise Reducing head sets for the flight, however, the downside is... I got 3/4 of the way through Alice in Wonderland before the stewardess came around and made me take them off because we were landing. Nice... because I need to hear the crash.
So we landed and I scoured out some food. Pizza Pizza you know, because this will be the last fast food I'll be having in 2 weeks. So I grabbed my Pizza and headed to the bar area. This area has one side full of windows that overlook the runways, so its nice to sit and relax. I didn't notice the commotion going on around me...hell I didn't care about the commotion around me. My thoughts consisted of this... mMMMMmmm Pizzza.....
Now, for those of you who are opposed to me not sticking my nose in when someone is hurt, throwing up, or just generally is being a pain in the butt to someone else, stop reading here. For the rest of you who embrace the real world here ya go.
Then I heard it...and it went exactly like this...
"I don't know.....he's having chest pain...in his heart"
"I found him on the floor...he was breathing funny"
"No, he can talk now, we have him with oxygen"
"A fever? No... A cough? No...Shortness of Breath? No..."
"Ok, the ambulance is coming..."
Now before you all groan... I looked over to briefly survey what on earth was going on at the bar. I also can't see that well from a distance so what it appeared to look like was an old man, with a NRB on who was obviously conscious and alert talking to the people. So I continued with my pizza. This is my favorite part folks of being an observer when EMS shows up.
Mind you, four fire fighters from the airport showed up first to "assess the situation" and then 2 EMS behind, and then 1 supervisor. Dun dun dun DAHHH!!! Cue the gawkers! 4 of them mosey in and sit down at a table beside me. I am a subtle gawker, keeping my ears open to my six and my eyes in front. These 4 moved the chairs and tables to get a front row, straight on viewpoint of the show. I chucked alot...
"OMG, it must be serious"
"He probably had too much to drink"
"Look at that one!"
C'mon Gomer...get out the way. They load this patient on the stretcher and I take one quick look at the guy heading out. Apparently I need my glasses changed... he was younger, and had that greeny Casper look you've seen in the ER that just says, OK you're sick... I believe you. Meh, back to my pizza.
In Thunder Bay, another strange thing happens. You switch times. Not literally, but you might as well throw out any watches, cell phones or anything else that shows you the time on it. You see, there should be a motto for Wasaya Airlines... and that is... "We'll get there when we get there"
My plane left almost 2 hrs late. Which isn't good when you have to catch connecting flights in weird little towns. You see the Snowbirds were in town and we needed to wait for them to land in formation, after completing 2 flyovers with smoke. It was a lovely show, however I wanted to get going, and watching 9 teeeeeeeeny planes taxi into their hangers was not the most fun I've had in an airport.
Then finally....Welcome to Elastic Band plane #2, and #3. This time it wasn't as bumpy thankfully, but the 12yr old and 7yr old who were flying it could have used some lessons on landing. You see, this is the second time I've learned that eating before flying in these prop jobs is a bad idea....must remember Gravol. If only I had stolen some from those ankle biters in Toronto.
So here I am back in Cat. Back in the apartment that overlooks the burm...at least the one with the internet. The cast from the past episode isn't here...this time there are new players. The Wizard and The Hobbit, and I... I am Stump.
Interesting names aren't they?? I thought so too...
We'll leave their story to a future blog...for now...
Sunday, April 11, 2010
The Final Day
Well, 3 weeks have come and gone, and rather quickly if I don't say so myself! There were some trying times at the beginning, but I muddled through and made the best of everything.
Improvise, Adapt and Overcome!
Today was my last day here at Cat Lake, and its a bittersweet goodbye especially after meeting a couple of really nice folks. The BBQ yesterday that we had with the local police gave us time to sit and talk with people that were "normal". It was nice!
Today, my fellow nurse and I decided to have a Sunday afternoon drive, and take some pictures so to show all you lovely folks back home really what life up here is like.
Imagine driving up north, on washboard roads at 50km/hr in an F150 lol. It was fun, and since there are no other cars driving around, we decided to have some fun.
Our first stop took us to the Cat Lake Airport, not very exciting, nor secure lol. A couple of quick snapshots and off we went. We travelled down roads we had no idea where they lead to.. one lead us to the dump (and there were no bears! boo!!) while the other lead us to a pair of reservoir ponds which I have no idea why they are there or what their purpose is. We drove down every road we could think of... or that we could find.
Back in town, we toured Main Street and took pictures of the grafitti all over the place. You see, some people here aren't that friendly, and they especially don't like the police. Check the Facebook pictures and you will see what I mean. We visited our constable buddy who was working and had some pictures of Aris taken in the cell, as well as his own lovely mug shot captured by yours truely.
After catching just a small glimpse of what this town is about it was time to head back home. Luckily I am already packed and looking forward to being home tomorrow night. Sadly it takes about 12hrs to get there, but I am looking forward to seeing everyone once I get there, and sleeping back in my own bed.
This has been a truely remarkable and rewarding experiance and I am glad now that I decided to do it. (The pay aint bad either!) I love the north so much, it is so peaceful and quiet. Ahh..
Tomorrow its back to big ole Toronto... and maybe some midgets who knows...
But at the end of today I can say that I won't look back poorly on this experience... and welcome the next time I get the opportunity.
See you all back at home!
Improvise, Adapt and Overcome!
Today was my last day here at Cat Lake, and its a bittersweet goodbye especially after meeting a couple of really nice folks. The BBQ yesterday that we had with the local police gave us time to sit and talk with people that were "normal". It was nice!
Today, my fellow nurse and I decided to have a Sunday afternoon drive, and take some pictures so to show all you lovely folks back home really what life up here is like.
Imagine driving up north, on washboard roads at 50km/hr in an F150 lol. It was fun, and since there are no other cars driving around, we decided to have some fun.
Our first stop took us to the Cat Lake Airport, not very exciting, nor secure lol. A couple of quick snapshots and off we went. We travelled down roads we had no idea where they lead to.. one lead us to the dump (and there were no bears! boo!!) while the other lead us to a pair of reservoir ponds which I have no idea why they are there or what their purpose is. We drove down every road we could think of... or that we could find.
Back in town, we toured Main Street and took pictures of the grafitti all over the place. You see, some people here aren't that friendly, and they especially don't like the police. Check the Facebook pictures and you will see what I mean. We visited our constable buddy who was working and had some pictures of Aris taken in the cell, as well as his own lovely mug shot captured by yours truely.
After catching just a small glimpse of what this town is about it was time to head back home. Luckily I am already packed and looking forward to being home tomorrow night. Sadly it takes about 12hrs to get there, but I am looking forward to seeing everyone once I get there, and sleeping back in my own bed.
This has been a truely remarkable and rewarding experiance and I am glad now that I decided to do it. (The pay aint bad either!) I love the north so much, it is so peaceful and quiet. Ahh..
Tomorrow its back to big ole Toronto... and maybe some midgets who knows...
But at the end of today I can say that I won't look back poorly on this experience... and welcome the next time I get the opportunity.
See you all back at home!
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Enter Gomer -- Stage Right
Well, I'm sure by now you are all wondering why on earth I haven't been keeping up with this stupid thing, and really it is just not to bore you all with stupid little details. Really, nothing has been happening up here except your usual shyte...and its kinda boring to write about.. until today.
Today was immunization day, and you all know how finiky I am around children, let alone stabbing them with some sharp object just to make them scream bloody murder. GRR. So, that's how I spent my day. Seemingly happy children come in, I stab them, make them cry and wonder at the end of the day why on earth I would have a headache (not that its different, I've had one for 2 days now).
So the day slowed down around 330 pm and luckily tonight I am only 2nd on call, which is OK with me! LOL! I'd rather enjoy a night of tv and fresh baked cookies (that's right, I made it to the Northern Store again tonight!)
However, at 4pm someone called the station, and that's fine, I'd rather see patients than sit here with my finger you know where. Turns out its a pediatric psych... and it gets pawned off on me. FINE. Do the job. And I did my job... to the point that I know I could sleep tonight. That's how someone once told me to practice nursing... Practice so you can sleep at night.
5-0 was involved in this one too, and no matter what, when they walk into a room you can be so far into a trusting relationship and they blow it all to hell. Let me remind you once again, they are all new grads from police college and tout around their 'holier than thou' attitude. There is one thing that separates the boys up here from the boys down there. The boys up here wear track pants, t-shirts, and a police jacket. There are no uniforms, minus the jacket they wear and the truck they drive. There is no sidearm, no handcuffs... no nothing., so I wonder how a community that can be so backwards can have any justice whatsoever.
Knowing the 5-0 back home, means that up here I don't have to fall over them, fawn over them, or really care what on earth they have to say. All I know is they piss me off when they interefere with my dealings in a patient. All said and done, the patient is released... there is no 72 hr up here. There really isn't that situation that you can watch them and make sure they are ok. Unfortunately, suicide is a high risk up here...all I can do is make sure at that time, and that place, that whoever has the supports in place that they require at that time. There is nothing else I can do.
So once she is gone, and 5-0 is still in the hallway canoodling with the other nurses I venture out of my hole. Ugh... please don't make me have to try and laugh at your stories, smile at your stupid remarks Gomer. UGH! I stay for about 5min of polite conversation which revolves around sexual orientation, and what one does behind closed doors. *vomit* That's it...I'm going home.. we'll leave junior and Gomer out there to talk to the other nurses that stay behind to wag their tongues at.
It's days like today, that a beer and some NORMAL conversation would be nice... but ain't gonna happen.
I won't enlighten you as to the ending comment that was darted at me as I left...
I hope I can still sleep...
4 days and I'm goin home...
Today was immunization day, and you all know how finiky I am around children, let alone stabbing them with some sharp object just to make them scream bloody murder. GRR. So, that's how I spent my day. Seemingly happy children come in, I stab them, make them cry and wonder at the end of the day why on earth I would have a headache (not that its different, I've had one for 2 days now).
So the day slowed down around 330 pm and luckily tonight I am only 2nd on call, which is OK with me! LOL! I'd rather enjoy a night of tv and fresh baked cookies (that's right, I made it to the Northern Store again tonight!)
However, at 4pm someone called the station, and that's fine, I'd rather see patients than sit here with my finger you know where. Turns out its a pediatric psych... and it gets pawned off on me. FINE. Do the job. And I did my job... to the point that I know I could sleep tonight. That's how someone once told me to practice nursing... Practice so you can sleep at night.
5-0 was involved in this one too, and no matter what, when they walk into a room you can be so far into a trusting relationship and they blow it all to hell. Let me remind you once again, they are all new grads from police college and tout around their 'holier than thou' attitude. There is one thing that separates the boys up here from the boys down there. The boys up here wear track pants, t-shirts, and a police jacket. There are no uniforms, minus the jacket they wear and the truck they drive. There is no sidearm, no handcuffs... no nothing., so I wonder how a community that can be so backwards can have any justice whatsoever.
Knowing the 5-0 back home, means that up here I don't have to fall over them, fawn over them, or really care what on earth they have to say. All I know is they piss me off when they interefere with my dealings in a patient. All said and done, the patient is released... there is no 72 hr up here. There really isn't that situation that you can watch them and make sure they are ok. Unfortunately, suicide is a high risk up here...all I can do is make sure at that time, and that place, that whoever has the supports in place that they require at that time. There is nothing else I can do.
So once she is gone, and 5-0 is still in the hallway canoodling with the other nurses I venture out of my hole. Ugh... please don't make me have to try and laugh at your stories, smile at your stupid remarks Gomer. UGH! I stay for about 5min of polite conversation which revolves around sexual orientation, and what one does behind closed doors. *vomit* That's it...I'm going home.. we'll leave junior and Gomer out there to talk to the other nurses that stay behind to wag their tongues at.
It's days like today, that a beer and some NORMAL conversation would be nice... but ain't gonna happen.
I won't enlighten you as to the ending comment that was darted at me as I left...
I hope I can still sleep...
4 days and I'm goin home...
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Two more prop jobs and 11 more days to go!
Yesterday at 430pm could no come soon enough. I was happy to leave BAN, her frizzy hair and her unibrow scowling at her desk with 4 patients left to be seen. Teach her to leave me all the indepth patients. GRRR... See ya BAN.
A 1/2 drive later and soon I was airborn. The ride was a bit up and down and I chuckled a bit as the girl in front of me squinted her eyes and held her breath everytime we went through turbulance. Im sure thats how I looked the first plane ride here!!
As we landed I noticed squinty girl was wearing scrubs, and turns out she was working up here too... but luckily on her way home. I offered to split a cab, and she was nice enough just to let me tag along. Our hotels were across from each other so it only seemed fair, and besides, have I mentioned I'm on a budget?!!? LOL..
So I checked into the Best Western and offloaded the 50lbs of suitcase. GRRR... and I decided that dinner was in order. And for ONCE NOT KRAFT DINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I meandered across the street for a $50 chicken quesdillias, 10oz ribeye, potatoes, disgusting corn and a coors light. OMG I was in heaven!!! And promptly scarfed down everything... mmmmmmmmmm dead animal.... *drool* See why I needed to save all the money?!?!?!
I had set my alarm on the table, and on my phone... took a shower and went to bed. Ahh sleep... only to be awakened by the alarm and realizing it was still dark outside even though I was getting up at 630am. That doesn't make sense.... so I checked my watch... 5am. WTF. My phone sailed across the room and I sailed right back into bed. 630 came and off I went for my FREE continental breakfast. Ahh bagal and cream cheese.... not exciting. And its funny, just at this moment I realized that I still have the danish I liberated in my coat. Mmmm... danish.
5 min later....
So, I boarded another plane...and off into the sky I went again. This time a bigger plane...2 props this time. Still only 9 seats.... ugh. And then I landed at the "airport"... basically a runway with a shack on the side. And once again, just like the first time... "hey follow me and get in the truck" Ok, I'll bite... lets get in the truck... with the guy with 4 teeth. But its only 2min to the clinic and there I am... I am greeted by 2 nurses who are nice already. I get the 5c tour and its time to work.... its officially 0930 lol. Luckily I can start since I've just finished a week and I'm a pro now lol. I ask the charge where the nearest Northern Store is, because I am not living on Kraft Dinner any longer... and she gives me the directions... I will try to go there early next week for food. YAY!
But what to do for today, its lunch time now, and I have pretty much zero. Well, the charge, the wonderful Newfoundlander invites me to her apartment, and makes me some lunch. Thanks MOM! Oh, and she's a vegetarian, so all the meat in her freezer goes to moi! 2lbs of hamburger, bacon, sausage and a couple TV dinners and I am set for a bit. Woohoo. Oh ya, and some Tuna! This is working out wonderfully.
This apartment I am in now is 3 times the size of the last one. Is still 2 bedrooms with a huge living room, kitchen and teeny bathroom. Oh well... I won't have to move this time hopefully.
I have my schedual for the time I am here, and the clinic is closed until Tuesday now. I start on call Saturday at 0800... then remain on call Monday - Friday. Ah well...let the money come in.
So here I sit, finally with a stable internet connection and ethernet cable. Woohoo! Time to sit and relax... then sleep in tomorrow..
A 1/2 drive later and soon I was airborn. The ride was a bit up and down and I chuckled a bit as the girl in front of me squinted her eyes and held her breath everytime we went through turbulance. Im sure thats how I looked the first plane ride here!!
As we landed I noticed squinty girl was wearing scrubs, and turns out she was working up here too... but luckily on her way home. I offered to split a cab, and she was nice enough just to let me tag along. Our hotels were across from each other so it only seemed fair, and besides, have I mentioned I'm on a budget?!!? LOL..
So I checked into the Best Western and offloaded the 50lbs of suitcase. GRRR... and I decided that dinner was in order. And for ONCE NOT KRAFT DINNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I meandered across the street for a $50 chicken quesdillias, 10oz ribeye, potatoes, disgusting corn and a coors light. OMG I was in heaven!!! And promptly scarfed down everything... mmmmmmmmmm dead animal.... *drool* See why I needed to save all the money?!?!?!
I had set my alarm on the table, and on my phone... took a shower and went to bed. Ahh sleep... only to be awakened by the alarm and realizing it was still dark outside even though I was getting up at 630am. That doesn't make sense.... so I checked my watch... 5am. WTF. My phone sailed across the room and I sailed right back into bed. 630 came and off I went for my FREE continental breakfast. Ahh bagal and cream cheese.... not exciting. And its funny, just at this moment I realized that I still have the danish I liberated in my coat. Mmmm... danish.
5 min later....
So, I boarded another plane...and off into the sky I went again. This time a bigger plane...2 props this time. Still only 9 seats.... ugh. And then I landed at the "airport"... basically a runway with a shack on the side. And once again, just like the first time... "hey follow me and get in the truck" Ok, I'll bite... lets get in the truck... with the guy with 4 teeth. But its only 2min to the clinic and there I am... I am greeted by 2 nurses who are nice already. I get the 5c tour and its time to work.... its officially 0930 lol. Luckily I can start since I've just finished a week and I'm a pro now lol. I ask the charge where the nearest Northern Store is, because I am not living on Kraft Dinner any longer... and she gives me the directions... I will try to go there early next week for food. YAY!
But what to do for today, its lunch time now, and I have pretty much zero. Well, the charge, the wonderful Newfoundlander invites me to her apartment, and makes me some lunch. Thanks MOM! Oh, and she's a vegetarian, so all the meat in her freezer goes to moi! 2lbs of hamburger, bacon, sausage and a couple TV dinners and I am set for a bit. Woohoo. Oh ya, and some Tuna! This is working out wonderfully.
This apartment I am in now is 3 times the size of the last one. Is still 2 bedrooms with a huge living room, kitchen and teeny bathroom. Oh well... I won't have to move this time hopefully.
I have my schedual for the time I am here, and the clinic is closed until Tuesday now. I start on call Saturday at 0800... then remain on call Monday - Friday. Ah well...let the money come in.
So here I sit, finally with a stable internet connection and ethernet cable. Woohoo! Time to sit and relax... then sleep in tomorrow..
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Kraft Dinner and Flying Houses
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! If I dont quit hitting that delete button!!!!!!!!!!
Post "Kraft Dinner and Flying Houses" TAKE 2
So, its been quite uneventful here in the past 48 hrs, don't worry, you haven't missed much. Sunday after 0900 was spent relaxing all damn day. That's right, on the couch, watching whatever it was I wanted to watch. Too bad there was nothing good on TV! LOL!
Monday I finally met the broad who kicked me out so abruptly on Saturday. And get this, she's actually very very nice. After some explanation, I can totally understand her frustration, and am relieved its not me she just doesn't like. She it truly a remarkeable individual, and completes all the wonderful people I've met up here (and no, Im not saying that because of the gun stuck to my temple).
Monday was Monday. See patients, make them feel better and send them on their way. Its pretty cut and dry. The only thing I asked to do was go to the nearest town (50-60kms away) so I could get some food other than Kraft Dinner. The sight of that blue box now makes me gag.... and to think.. I get it for lunch on Wednesday too... oh how delicious. My wish was not granted as I was quickly reminded that "Aren't you leaving on Wednesday anyways" Basically, suck it up, eat your KD and soup and don't bother us. Oh joy...
Monday night, nothing exciting either. Another night off, no on-call crap. So, sit around, watch some tube, and get some shut eye. If it weren't for the party next door with all the gunshots I'm sure I would have slept soundly. It was like New Year's Eve here in Detroit. Musta been excited about somthin there eh Jethro?
Which brings us to today. The nice thing about being here a week, is that by now, I know what happens in the morning. I know what has to be done, what I've been told I'm supposed to do, and I do it. Luckily, after my cup of coffee in the morning, its a quick commute right out the door and bang! I'm in the clinic lol!
So, there I was, checking glucometers, the defib, and other crap that needs QC when this low rumble started in the distance. CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF CLOMP. I wasn't sure if a lumberjack had just walked in or if Mr. Murphy had brought me some local entertainment. I turned around to stare this... this... sasquatch fits.... straight in the eyes. *((Shudder))*
There is was, big, frizzy hair, unibrow, staring straight at me....First I thought it was going to kill me, then I realized..... it was wearing scrubs, and it was not an it, it was a she. EEP! Gotta luv those nort women dere eh?!!?
(exit stage left to change my pants)
And here's how the conversation went with said nurse.
"Hi, Im Lora"
"Hi, I used to be in charge until today"
Oh, ya thats right, today is GONNA SUCK.
So meet, big, angry nurse.. not old mean nurse.. BIG ANGRY YOUNG NURSE. To tell it is a she is difficult. The moustache and unibrow make it hard to differentiate. Good grief, don't step on me please. And she truely is the B.A.N.
Now the old roomie and I talk frequently as we are running labs; you know, titrating pee. Its a glorious job. And Roomie is getting frustrated with BAN. You see, we all know one of these people. One of these individuals who had some type of authority bestowed on them.. and WHAM! there it goes, straight to their iddy biddy head. Or in BANs case, her big frizzy head. Ya'know, I think electrocution might calm her perm down.
So I spend my day trying to stay out of BANs way, which isn't that difficult anyways because she spends more time talking to everyone else than she does actually working that seeing patients keeps me occupied. And if BAN is asked to see a patient, it is greeted with "Fee Fie Fo Fear, what the hell is that person doing here?!" (Really folks, she's not that clever... its more.. me big nurse no work...little nurse do more) I would guess in the 7.5hrs today she saw.... 4 patients. And that is being liberal. Ah well, fulltime does have its perks I guess.
So I made it through the day, and didn't get stepped on. I stayed off her radar for today, and only need to make it through 6hrs tomorrow. Thank goodness! Now, I don't put everyone in the same category, so I thought I would be nice and say goodnight to BAN. Here's how that went:
"Have a great night!"
"Ya whatever, enjoy call.. hope its QUIET!"
Screw you BAN, you and Murphy. I'm going home to eat my Kraft Dinner.
And I did!
HMPH!
20min an on call starts... let the countdown begin
Post "Kraft Dinner and Flying Houses" TAKE 2
So, its been quite uneventful here in the past 48 hrs, don't worry, you haven't missed much. Sunday after 0900 was spent relaxing all damn day. That's right, on the couch, watching whatever it was I wanted to watch. Too bad there was nothing good on TV! LOL!
Monday I finally met the broad who kicked me out so abruptly on Saturday. And get this, she's actually very very nice. After some explanation, I can totally understand her frustration, and am relieved its not me she just doesn't like. She it truly a remarkeable individual, and completes all the wonderful people I've met up here (and no, Im not saying that because of the gun stuck to my temple).
Monday was Monday. See patients, make them feel better and send them on their way. Its pretty cut and dry. The only thing I asked to do was go to the nearest town (50-60kms away) so I could get some food other than Kraft Dinner. The sight of that blue box now makes me gag.... and to think.. I get it for lunch on Wednesday too... oh how delicious. My wish was not granted as I was quickly reminded that "Aren't you leaving on Wednesday anyways" Basically, suck it up, eat your KD and soup and don't bother us. Oh joy...
Monday night, nothing exciting either. Another night off, no on-call crap. So, sit around, watch some tube, and get some shut eye. If it weren't for the party next door with all the gunshots I'm sure I would have slept soundly. It was like New Year's Eve here in Detroit. Musta been excited about somthin there eh Jethro?
Which brings us to today. The nice thing about being here a week, is that by now, I know what happens in the morning. I know what has to be done, what I've been told I'm supposed to do, and I do it. Luckily, after my cup of coffee in the morning, its a quick commute right out the door and bang! I'm in the clinic lol!
So, there I was, checking glucometers, the defib, and other crap that needs QC when this low rumble started in the distance. CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP CLOMP SNIFF SNIFF SNIFF CLOMP. I wasn't sure if a lumberjack had just walked in or if Mr. Murphy had brought me some local entertainment. I turned around to stare this... this... sasquatch fits.... straight in the eyes. *((Shudder))*
There is was, big, frizzy hair, unibrow, staring straight at me....First I thought it was going to kill me, then I realized..... it was wearing scrubs, and it was not an it, it was a she. EEP! Gotta luv those nort women dere eh?!!?
(exit stage left to change my pants)
And here's how the conversation went with said nurse.
"Hi, Im Lora"
"Hi, I used to be in charge until today"
Oh, ya thats right, today is GONNA SUCK.
So meet, big, angry nurse.. not old mean nurse.. BIG ANGRY YOUNG NURSE. To tell it is a she is difficult. The moustache and unibrow make it hard to differentiate. Good grief, don't step on me please. And she truely is the B.A.N.
Now the old roomie and I talk frequently as we are running labs; you know, titrating pee. Its a glorious job. And Roomie is getting frustrated with BAN. You see, we all know one of these people. One of these individuals who had some type of authority bestowed on them.. and WHAM! there it goes, straight to their iddy biddy head. Or in BANs case, her big frizzy head. Ya'know, I think electrocution might calm her perm down.
So I spend my day trying to stay out of BANs way, which isn't that difficult anyways because she spends more time talking to everyone else than she does actually working that seeing patients keeps me occupied. And if BAN is asked to see a patient, it is greeted with "Fee Fie Fo Fear, what the hell is that person doing here?!" (Really folks, she's not that clever... its more.. me big nurse no work...little nurse do more) I would guess in the 7.5hrs today she saw.... 4 patients. And that is being liberal. Ah well, fulltime does have its perks I guess.
So I made it through the day, and didn't get stepped on. I stayed off her radar for today, and only need to make it through 6hrs tomorrow. Thank goodness! Now, I don't put everyone in the same category, so I thought I would be nice and say goodnight to BAN. Here's how that went:
"Have a great night!"
"Ya whatever, enjoy call.. hope its QUIET!"
Screw you BAN, you and Murphy. I'm going home to eat my Kraft Dinner.
And I did!
HMPH!
20min an on call starts... let the countdown begin
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Greetings from Me and Mr. Murphy...
Well its Sunday now, a day of rest, a day to myself.... SUREEEEE
Let's finish off Saturday's adventure.... I waited around here at the clinic for Gomer and his assault victim to arrive to no avail. Saw a couple of other patients just because I was in the office and that's better than picking my.... well.... you know.. And besides, Mr. Murphy was sittin on the window sill laughin at me anyways. He's such a good friend. We are becoming quite close!
I ran home to eat something quickly and had to be back at the clinic for 1700hrs to see a couple of patients I had diverted until then. They arrived at 1800hrs. There is no concept of time here. Oh well, again Murphy and I caught up on the daily occurances... oh and some charting that never ends here...
They finally showed up with 3 more patients in tow. Of course, when there is nothing to do in town (I use the word town loosely, because there is nothing around me except for the police station across the road) you need to go and see what that new nurse is up to. A quick consult to the ER doc in the nearest big town 6hrs away and 3 scripts given out, my day was coming to an end. And just like that... just as I was packing up... Murphy and Shyte teamed up on me again. Really guys...can't you just take a night off. A phone call from my boss reveals I have to move tonight. My roommate is back, and turns out, she doesn't really want someone else there. GREAT....
Then, a new patient arrives.... Now, a croupy baby at home... not a problem. Up here presents some difficulties with treatment. And after I had exhausted all of my nursing skills, I had the opportunity to wait an hour and a half to get more orders. With that said and done at 2230, I have to go and pack up all of my stuff at my old place and move. How much fun is that?!?! Again, Im so tired of hearing the Murphy chuckle...he really REALLY needs to find someone else to pick on.
So last night I fell asleep on the couch until 3am...got up and wandered into the new bedroom. I'm glad Murphy and Shyte slept well last night and kept the phone silent. Maybe they are taking pity on my poor soul.
I finished oncall at 0900 this morning, what a long shift that was.... oh well. Was in the midst of making some lunch... can you say 3rd day in a row for Kraft Dinner... ugh... when all of a sudden out stumbled Murphy. He was tip toeing so I didn't hear him... as he screwed around with my laptop and its connections.
Wireless network FUBAR'd. Not sure how, when or why... but apparently someone does not want me on Facebook anymore lol!! Oh well...
So I travel back to the clinic where the internet is free and always on...lets hope Murphy undoes the wireless for tonight...it would be nice not to sit here all day...
Work starts tomorrow at 0800 and goes till 0430. YAY! And no on call tomorrow which is very nice, two nights in a row to sit an relax! Let's hope the rest of the week is this way... and maybe I can leave Murphy and Shyte here when I fly out on Wednesday...
Chances are slim to none....
Let's finish off Saturday's adventure.... I waited around here at the clinic for Gomer and his assault victim to arrive to no avail. Saw a couple of other patients just because I was in the office and that's better than picking my.... well.... you know.. And besides, Mr. Murphy was sittin on the window sill laughin at me anyways. He's such a good friend. We are becoming quite close!
I ran home to eat something quickly and had to be back at the clinic for 1700hrs to see a couple of patients I had diverted until then. They arrived at 1800hrs. There is no concept of time here. Oh well, again Murphy and I caught up on the daily occurances... oh and some charting that never ends here...
They finally showed up with 3 more patients in tow. Of course, when there is nothing to do in town (I use the word town loosely, because there is nothing around me except for the police station across the road) you need to go and see what that new nurse is up to. A quick consult to the ER doc in the nearest big town 6hrs away and 3 scripts given out, my day was coming to an end. And just like that... just as I was packing up... Murphy and Shyte teamed up on me again. Really guys...can't you just take a night off. A phone call from my boss reveals I have to move tonight. My roommate is back, and turns out, she doesn't really want someone else there. GREAT....
Then, a new patient arrives.... Now, a croupy baby at home... not a problem. Up here presents some difficulties with treatment. And after I had exhausted all of my nursing skills, I had the opportunity to wait an hour and a half to get more orders. With that said and done at 2230, I have to go and pack up all of my stuff at my old place and move. How much fun is that?!?! Again, Im so tired of hearing the Murphy chuckle...he really REALLY needs to find someone else to pick on.
So last night I fell asleep on the couch until 3am...got up and wandered into the new bedroom. I'm glad Murphy and Shyte slept well last night and kept the phone silent. Maybe they are taking pity on my poor soul.
I finished oncall at 0900 this morning, what a long shift that was.... oh well. Was in the midst of making some lunch... can you say 3rd day in a row for Kraft Dinner... ugh... when all of a sudden out stumbled Murphy. He was tip toeing so I didn't hear him... as he screwed around with my laptop and its connections.
Wireless network FUBAR'd. Not sure how, when or why... but apparently someone does not want me on Facebook anymore lol!! Oh well...
So I travel back to the clinic where the internet is free and always on...lets hope Murphy undoes the wireless for tonight...it would be nice not to sit here all day...
Work starts tomorrow at 0800 and goes till 0430. YAY! And no on call tomorrow which is very nice, two nights in a row to sit an relax! Let's hope the rest of the week is this way... and maybe I can leave Murphy and Shyte here when I fly out on Wednesday...
Chances are slim to none....
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Day 3 and part of 4
Well... guess I'm a bit late with keeping you all updated, and at least laughing at my situation. I know I know, you're laughing WITH me... bullshit.
Yesterday was nice after sleeping till 8am. Oh wait, that's when I got off call. LOL. So, it was nice to have an hour and a half to myself before heading into the clinic. Its cold here.. -15 without the windchill, but still as beautiful as ever. I will take some pictures Sunday I think. Yes, let's do that.
So the clinic was busy, but that's good because a slow day anywhere drags on and on and on and on....I met friends with a doctor over the phone, who is so nice and supportive, it almost reminded me of home...(for those of you who are asking yourself... WHHHHATTT?? I was only kidding) And as per usual, the shit followed me here, right out of the ER, right here...in the middle of NOWHERE! It tapped me on the shoulder....smiled... waved... and then smacked me across the face... Oh how I wish shyte would follow other people and stop befriending me. Besides, I already have Murphy tag along on most of my adventures... maybe I should just be friends with Shyte and Murphy... maybe they will get bored of me then...
I walked out of my office to be greeted by a medic. Funny they wear the same yellow pylon outfits up here. He was nice, but I had no idea why he was here, nor did I particularly care.... same as usual haha.
Well apparently, I was SUPPOSED to care, as he found me in the lab to tell me he had two patients for me. Oh really there junior... two? Where was my patch? LOL... there is no patch here silly girl... send another carrier pigeon! They also remind me of medics back home... I won't enlighten you to which one(s). To ask for a story of why these patients are here... for vitals? Nahhhh that's not important. What is important is they had a 2hr drive here.... Really junior... medics back home would eat you alive. But they have their tough book and make me sign that I took authority of the patients. Medics beware...there are some very scary ones of you up here in da nort.
These two patients are remarkeable, and complex. And 2hrs of OT later I got to go home with a killer headache and transfer their care to the other nurses up here. Yay me. And no call last night either! Which meant, PARTAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not. It meant 1000mg of Tylenol and bed at 10pm. Its still snowing outside, and I'm sure its cold... please let me sleeeeeep.
Saturday -- on call again. Oh well money is money right? The oncall here is weird. I'm actually on call for 24 consecutive hours. UGHHH! At 0830 the phone rings... I should know better than to answer it. Meet the OPP at the clinic for 0900. FML I'm not even done half my coffee and still in my PJ's! GRRR...better go wake up Murphy and Shyte... those lazy asses sleep too long. Oh wait, they are already up...bastards.
So here I sit, sans coffee... after driving in on roads that don't even know what a snowplow is... (mind you I will never have to worry about winter driving again lol)...waiting for them... those O-dots... our saviors... who at this very moment... are an hour and a half late!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRR... I bet they are not as nice as our home guys...cuz I don't forsee any coffee in my future today...
Please let it be quick and painless.
Yesterday was nice after sleeping till 8am. Oh wait, that's when I got off call. LOL. So, it was nice to have an hour and a half to myself before heading into the clinic. Its cold here.. -15 without the windchill, but still as beautiful as ever. I will take some pictures Sunday I think. Yes, let's do that.
So the clinic was busy, but that's good because a slow day anywhere drags on and on and on and on....I met friends with a doctor over the phone, who is so nice and supportive, it almost reminded me of home...(for those of you who are asking yourself... WHHHHATTT?? I was only kidding) And as per usual, the shit followed me here, right out of the ER, right here...in the middle of NOWHERE! It tapped me on the shoulder....smiled... waved... and then smacked me across the face... Oh how I wish shyte would follow other people and stop befriending me. Besides, I already have Murphy tag along on most of my adventures... maybe I should just be friends with Shyte and Murphy... maybe they will get bored of me then...
I walked out of my office to be greeted by a medic. Funny they wear the same yellow pylon outfits up here. He was nice, but I had no idea why he was here, nor did I particularly care.... same as usual haha.
Well apparently, I was SUPPOSED to care, as he found me in the lab to tell me he had two patients for me. Oh really there junior... two? Where was my patch? LOL... there is no patch here silly girl... send another carrier pigeon! They also remind me of medics back home... I won't enlighten you to which one(s). To ask for a story of why these patients are here... for vitals? Nahhhh that's not important. What is important is they had a 2hr drive here.... Really junior... medics back home would eat you alive. But they have their tough book and make me sign that I took authority of the patients. Medics beware...there are some very scary ones of you up here in da nort.
These two patients are remarkeable, and complex. And 2hrs of OT later I got to go home with a killer headache and transfer their care to the other nurses up here. Yay me. And no call last night either! Which meant, PARTAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not. It meant 1000mg of Tylenol and bed at 10pm. Its still snowing outside, and I'm sure its cold... please let me sleeeeeep.
Saturday -- on call again. Oh well money is money right? The oncall here is weird. I'm actually on call for 24 consecutive hours. UGHHH! At 0830 the phone rings... I should know better than to answer it. Meet the OPP at the clinic for 0900. FML I'm not even done half my coffee and still in my PJ's! GRRR...better go wake up Murphy and Shyte... those lazy asses sleep too long. Oh wait, they are already up...bastards.
So here I sit, sans coffee... after driving in on roads that don't even know what a snowplow is... (mind you I will never have to worry about winter driving again lol)...waiting for them... those O-dots... our saviors... who at this very moment... are an hour and a half late!
GRRRRRRRRRRRRR... I bet they are not as nice as our home guys...cuz I don't forsee any coffee in my future today...
Please let it be quick and painless.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Da 2 Continues....
So... I'm here finally... The flight to Sioux Lookout wasn't too bumpy and I made it. YAY! They laughed at me as I handed them my handwritten boarding pass.... finally... off I go!
We land and i decide, here I am... Im getting something to eat before I have to live off Kraft Dinner... so I get some soup and a juice... yehaw. (note the sarcasm).
I walk to the front and some guy is eyeballin me... ya buddy... its soup.. nothing exciting. And then he approaches....
"You wouldn't be a nurse would ya?" (Oh I've heard this line before and no, I don't want to go in there and see anything medically remarkable)
"A nurse trying to get to Oz?" (Seriously folks... this is true)
Yes, I am a nurse and I am trying to get to Oz... have you seen Dorthy or Toto? Cuz I'm sure someone is playing a cruel joke.
Turns out, this guys name is Jack. Jack is my first encounter... and let me tell ya how funny he is. Jack is truely Jack... a Jack of all trades. And for the two hour talk... (thats how long the taxi ride is) we discuss everything from 22yr old gomer pyle robocops (yes, I am priveledged enough to be around 20 or so new OPP officers. Yeah.... thrilled) all the way to beating your children, releasing animals, hunting and fishing. Jack is funny.. I like Jack.
So he drops me off and I meet my new co-workers. All 8 of them. The waiting room is full. I am briefly shown around the clinic, ie... this is your room. Get your stuff, we'll take you to your apartment to change.
Exit stage left.... at the apartment.
Nice bi level house, new... and has internet in case you hadnt figured that out yet. I find a bed with nothing made on it.. and plunk my stuff down. Grab some scrubs and get back in the truck to go to work.
I seriously feel like a circle in a room of squares... a knife in a room of spoons... help!!! I meet the two doctors on site, they seem nice... but they are leaving....
I ask silly questions... and where the hell is the translator? OMG.... Charting... I remember this...
The day ends at 430pm. To which I go home, and plug in the phone. Thats right, I'm on call tonight folks. Been here almost 3hrs. Call lasts from 6pm - 8am... then I report to work for 930am. I hope I get the hang of this soon.....
Otherwise, all those nice new people I met.... aren't going to be so nice...
Let the call night begin...
We land and i decide, here I am... Im getting something to eat before I have to live off Kraft Dinner... so I get some soup and a juice... yehaw. (note the sarcasm).
I walk to the front and some guy is eyeballin me... ya buddy... its soup.. nothing exciting. And then he approaches....
"You wouldn't be a nurse would ya?" (Oh I've heard this line before and no, I don't want to go in there and see anything medically remarkable)
"A nurse trying to get to Oz?" (Seriously folks... this is true)
Yes, I am a nurse and I am trying to get to Oz... have you seen Dorthy or Toto? Cuz I'm sure someone is playing a cruel joke.
Turns out, this guys name is Jack. Jack is my first encounter... and let me tell ya how funny he is. Jack is truely Jack... a Jack of all trades. And for the two hour talk... (thats how long the taxi ride is) we discuss everything from 22yr old gomer pyle robocops (yes, I am priveledged enough to be around 20 or so new OPP officers. Yeah.... thrilled) all the way to beating your children, releasing animals, hunting and fishing. Jack is funny.. I like Jack.
So he drops me off and I meet my new co-workers. All 8 of them. The waiting room is full. I am briefly shown around the clinic, ie... this is your room. Get your stuff, we'll take you to your apartment to change.
Exit stage left.... at the apartment.
Nice bi level house, new... and has internet in case you hadnt figured that out yet. I find a bed with nothing made on it.. and plunk my stuff down. Grab some scrubs and get back in the truck to go to work.
I seriously feel like a circle in a room of squares... a knife in a room of spoons... help!!! I meet the two doctors on site, they seem nice... but they are leaving....
I ask silly questions... and where the hell is the translator? OMG.... Charting... I remember this...
The day ends at 430pm. To which I go home, and plug in the phone. Thats right, I'm on call tonight folks. Been here almost 3hrs. Call lasts from 6pm - 8am... then I report to work for 930am. I hope I get the hang of this soon.....
Otherwise, all those nice new people I met.... aren't going to be so nice...
Let the call night begin...
Day 2
Good morning folks.. its 1021 here and Im back again on the uncomfortable seats here in the airport. Uncomfortable is an understatement, however, I think from yesterday my butt has conformed to them...and my sacrum quit whining somewhere.
I've made a few phone calls already, and luckily the laptop is at full power today!! Yay! Can't say as much for the phone though, something weird happened overnight, it shut off and decided charging was not something it really wanted to do.
I woke up this AM somewhere's around 0630, enough to look at the clock and grumble. Its a good thing I got up, since the alarm was set on my phone which inadvertently was off. *Blink Blink* yeah I'm up.. I hate morning.
The continental breakfast was good at the hotel, complete with cereal, fruit, coffee, and fresh made waffles. Oh and some hard boiled eggs. Let me reiterate this budget thing again.. no money... free breakfast... pig out. So a bowl of cereal, a donut, a coffee, an orange and 2 hard boiled eggs and I'm set until dinner time or so lol.
I check out of the hotel and am at the airport for 0945...no one here has record of me yet flying today. And the dude that checked me in yesterday remembers me and laughs that I'm back. Keep laughing chuckles... and I'll have you out there pulling the string to get the plane going. We just won't say where the string is attached to. A company phone call and all is well... booked on a flight going to Sioux Lookout. HEY I was there yesterday!!!! In fact about 16hrs ago to be exact. I once again am going in circles. Story of my life. Sad but true.
So, its a new airline this time...the planes are bigger (by this I mean appear bigger) and the baggage allowance is more, plus I get a carryon. The good ole trusty laptop! Woohoo!! But since its a new airline, I get to recheck my luggage, and again pay overage fees. Oh please meester airline... take more of my money... bastards. I'm gonna claim all this you know. Damnit!
So to get into Sioux Lookout takes about an hour. We leave here at 1140am, and arrive there at 1130am... so at least I'm gaining an hour somewhere in my day. There is apparently a taxi waiting to take me to my station. Which is 3hrs away. Oh joy... oh rapture. I can move from plane sickness to car sickness.
C'est la vie....
Let's just hope I don't end up back in Thunder Bay tonight... or worse...
I've made a few phone calls already, and luckily the laptop is at full power today!! Yay! Can't say as much for the phone though, something weird happened overnight, it shut off and decided charging was not something it really wanted to do.
I woke up this AM somewhere's around 0630, enough to look at the clock and grumble. Its a good thing I got up, since the alarm was set on my phone which inadvertently was off. *Blink Blink* yeah I'm up.. I hate morning.
The continental breakfast was good at the hotel, complete with cereal, fruit, coffee, and fresh made waffles. Oh and some hard boiled eggs. Let me reiterate this budget thing again.. no money... free breakfast... pig out. So a bowl of cereal, a donut, a coffee, an orange and 2 hard boiled eggs and I'm set until dinner time or so lol.
I check out of the hotel and am at the airport for 0945...no one here has record of me yet flying today. And the dude that checked me in yesterday remembers me and laughs that I'm back. Keep laughing chuckles... and I'll have you out there pulling the string to get the plane going. We just won't say where the string is attached to. A company phone call and all is well... booked on a flight going to Sioux Lookout. HEY I was there yesterday!!!! In fact about 16hrs ago to be exact. I once again am going in circles. Story of my life. Sad but true.
So, its a new airline this time...the planes are bigger (by this I mean appear bigger) and the baggage allowance is more, plus I get a carryon. The good ole trusty laptop! Woohoo!! But since its a new airline, I get to recheck my luggage, and again pay overage fees. Oh please meester airline... take more of my money... bastards. I'm gonna claim all this you know. Damnit!
So to get into Sioux Lookout takes about an hour. We leave here at 1140am, and arrive there at 1130am... so at least I'm gaining an hour somewhere in my day. There is apparently a taxi waiting to take me to my station. Which is 3hrs away. Oh joy... oh rapture. I can move from plane sickness to car sickness.
C'est la vie....
Let's just hope I don't end up back in Thunder Bay tonight... or worse...
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Day 1
Well guys, here it is... a blog for you all to read about my daily adventures.
Today started a new chapter in my career as a travel nurse... you won't believe where it takes me.
Tuesday night I didn't sleep at all. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling wondering if I had packed enough underwear, did I remember a toothbrush... you know... the important stuff. haha. So 0330 came and Marty and I got up, got ready, and got on the road. All by 0400. Anyone who knows us, knows we are one time... and we are today, no exceptions.
The 401 is a lovely drive, no matter what time of day. And until we hit a lovely detour just outside of London, everything was going just peachy. So we took a scenic countryside tour all the way to London International Airport. Now, for you folks just clueing in, I should point out two things. (1) NOTHING is scenic at 5am in the countryside. Its pitch black and if you're me, you're paranoid there are deer. and (2) Who knew London was an INTERNATIONAL airport. Certainly not I.
We arrived at London airport just after 0600. Said quick goodbyes because we all know, Lora does not cry in crowds.... and off I went into the terminal. Registered... and waited.
When I saw my "plane" arrive, I thought.. yep this is it, im gonna die. This "plane" appears to be started normally by someone with a rubber band and a string you see. It is a dual prop engine that is loud and obnoxious. So bad infact my sinuses hurt when I got off it in Toronto. Luckily the guy sitting beside me said nothing the entire flight, or should I say glide. Whatever..at least it only took 30min
So here we are in Toronto now, and again I sit. I pull out the trusty new laptop and check in back home to the poor husband who got up to drive me 2hrs to the airport. We are both tired...and thats an understatement. As I patiently wait for my REAL plane to show up, I contemplate a Starbucks. But I am on a very scarce budget for this trip and $5 for a coffee is unacceptable. So I'll sniff the old bird's coffee beside me. Oh... and for you Marty... I saw the shortest... FATTEST midget ever. She truly was a fire hydrant...as tall as she was wide... with her gut hanging over her pants, and her blue g-string showing.... wooohoo... did I mention she had blonde and pink dyed hair... hahaha....
So off to Thunder Bay we go...in the REAL plane. Just like the ones they have on TV! I sit down, after moving the immigrant who has taken my window seat... Move it or lose it sweetheart, thats my seat... and I conveyed my disappointment to her only by facial expression lol. I sat down, fastened my seatbelt and stowed my napsack under the seat infront of me... just like a good little passenger. Just then I heard it... from behind.... "I got sick the last time I flew...I had to take gravol...this time I didn't take any" Oh FFS...are you all growed up now??? So help me if you spew on me. GRR... (insert angry mental waves to the girl behind me)
2 cute kids sat infront of me watching movies on the headrests. See I told you it was a real plane! It was TORONTO real! Complete with $3 headsets to listen to said movies. I have already mentioned the budget, so I opted not to have the headset and watch 30min of The Blind Side and try to read lips... looks like a good movie!!! About halfway through the flight, the stewartess comes along in some weird accent and asks the little girl infront of me if she is ok. Then gives her some BS story about needing to eat while flying, and hands out some corn chips. Oh my favorite (blech) but I'm hungry, and gave up the Starbucks... so free corn chips and tomato juice it is. A lunch for a queen....
As we are landing... into beautiful Thunder Bay Ontario... I hear it... the unmistakeable, unimaginable sound... of.... a 7 yr old girl upchucking her entire corn chips infront of me. UGHHHH. Gross kid, get a nappy. And before you all start moaning about "Lora, you're a nurse" "Lora, you should have helped her"... here's what I did. I calmly sat my seat upright, and yanked my napsack from under her seat so none of her insides got on my outside. Thats right folks, until I make it to the clinic... I'm a damn plumber. Here ya go dad... here's another puke bag for your kid. The funniest part is when the little girls younger brother yells out for the whole plane "EWWWWW she touched me with her BARF hand!!!!" hahahah... I chuckled quietly as I moved past the three of them on the plane...the girl with a washcloth on her face, the brother disgusted, and the father holding 2 fresh puke bags. Mmmm Mmmm Good.
So here I am in Thunder Bay... I have a 4hr layover... and some of you talked to me.. yay! Thanks for keeping me company. The rest of you know my damn laptop battery died, I had to check my napsack because I'm going on another "Elastic band flight, and carryon's are not permitted ma'am" So I carry around a dead laptop and my stupid coat. As I am trying to get the puke smell out of my nose, I decide its lunch time. And what better way then Tim Hortons and a chili combo? (I did win another coffee!)
Finally, elastic band flight 1 boards... I won't bore you with the details of... its so small they don't even list it on the departures board so you have to rely on other people and their text messages to guide you around the airport. And we get on the plane... 9 seats folks. 2 pilots. You do the math. SQUIIIIISH
So here we go... its 410pm... off we go... into the wild blue yonder... off we go....
Have you flown on a plane that small? Let me tell ya, if you dont like roller coasters, don't get on those planes. The first stop about 30min in (oh yea, this is called a milk run flight guys... so there are multiple stops) I need to get out and walk around. There is snow, its cold... and turbulance that throws you out of your seat. Oh please Meester Pilot, tell me where Pickle Lake is.. (cuz thats my stop and I want off). It's the third stop.
The first stop -- Round Lake... 3 people get off...
The second stop -- Lakehead house -- 2 people get on...
Yay my stop.... wait... i said my stop... stop the plane!!!!!
Nope we are in a freak snowstorm, can't land. Oh FML. Turbulance gets worse... and 45min later we land in Sioux Lookout. Its like Cottam, only way smaller. We disembark... and I think... ok... its 7pm... I'm getting a hotel here, I can figure this out tomorrow... only to be greeted by some lady with another boarding pass. Sorry folks, you're going back to Thunder Bay!
Another 45min of turbulance, some phone calls, here I sit at the Best Western in Thunder Bay. About 3min away from where I was beginning at 1pm today. Seriously.... is this a joke?
It is snowing, it is cold... wanna know the kicker??
Thunder Bay had so many planes divert today, that tomorrow I am only on STANDBY! Thats right... I may not even go anywhere... but I have to pack and be at the airport just in case!
There is one seat left on a plane going to Sioux Lookout at 11am... lets see if I make that...however, it means a 3hr taxi ride after a 1hr plane ride. Oh joy.... lol.... My standby flight? Boards at 4pm... UGHHHHHHHH
Well folks, I hope you like day 1... I'm going to shower, and go to bed... hopefully tomorrow is better.
Today started a new chapter in my career as a travel nurse... you won't believe where it takes me.
Tuesday night I didn't sleep at all. I laid in bed staring at the ceiling wondering if I had packed enough underwear, did I remember a toothbrush... you know... the important stuff. haha. So 0330 came and Marty and I got up, got ready, and got on the road. All by 0400. Anyone who knows us, knows we are one time... and we are today, no exceptions.
The 401 is a lovely drive, no matter what time of day. And until we hit a lovely detour just outside of London, everything was going just peachy. So we took a scenic countryside tour all the way to London International Airport. Now, for you folks just clueing in, I should point out two things. (1) NOTHING is scenic at 5am in the countryside. Its pitch black and if you're me, you're paranoid there are deer. and (2) Who knew London was an INTERNATIONAL airport. Certainly not I.
We arrived at London airport just after 0600. Said quick goodbyes because we all know, Lora does not cry in crowds.... and off I went into the terminal. Registered... and waited.
When I saw my "plane" arrive, I thought.. yep this is it, im gonna die. This "plane" appears to be started normally by someone with a rubber band and a string you see. It is a dual prop engine that is loud and obnoxious. So bad infact my sinuses hurt when I got off it in Toronto. Luckily the guy sitting beside me said nothing the entire flight, or should I say glide. Whatever..at least it only took 30min
So here we are in Toronto now, and again I sit. I pull out the trusty new laptop and check in back home to the poor husband who got up to drive me 2hrs to the airport. We are both tired...and thats an understatement. As I patiently wait for my REAL plane to show up, I contemplate a Starbucks. But I am on a very scarce budget for this trip and $5 for a coffee is unacceptable. So I'll sniff the old bird's coffee beside me. Oh... and for you Marty... I saw the shortest... FATTEST midget ever. She truly was a fire hydrant...as tall as she was wide... with her gut hanging over her pants, and her blue g-string showing.... wooohoo... did I mention she had blonde and pink dyed hair... hahaha....
So off to Thunder Bay we go...in the REAL plane. Just like the ones they have on TV! I sit down, after moving the immigrant who has taken my window seat... Move it or lose it sweetheart, thats my seat... and I conveyed my disappointment to her only by facial expression lol. I sat down, fastened my seatbelt and stowed my napsack under the seat infront of me... just like a good little passenger. Just then I heard it... from behind.... "I got sick the last time I flew...I had to take gravol...this time I didn't take any" Oh FFS...are you all growed up now??? So help me if you spew on me. GRR... (insert angry mental waves to the girl behind me)
2 cute kids sat infront of me watching movies on the headrests. See I told you it was a real plane! It was TORONTO real! Complete with $3 headsets to listen to said movies. I have already mentioned the budget, so I opted not to have the headset and watch 30min of The Blind Side and try to read lips... looks like a good movie!!! About halfway through the flight, the stewartess comes along in some weird accent and asks the little girl infront of me if she is ok. Then gives her some BS story about needing to eat while flying, and hands out some corn chips. Oh my favorite (blech) but I'm hungry, and gave up the Starbucks... so free corn chips and tomato juice it is. A lunch for a queen....
As we are landing... into beautiful Thunder Bay Ontario... I hear it... the unmistakeable, unimaginable sound... of.... a 7 yr old girl upchucking her entire corn chips infront of me. UGHHHH. Gross kid, get a nappy. And before you all start moaning about "Lora, you're a nurse" "Lora, you should have helped her"... here's what I did. I calmly sat my seat upright, and yanked my napsack from under her seat so none of her insides got on my outside. Thats right folks, until I make it to the clinic... I'm a damn plumber. Here ya go dad... here's another puke bag for your kid. The funniest part is when the little girls younger brother yells out for the whole plane "EWWWWW she touched me with her BARF hand!!!!" hahahah... I chuckled quietly as I moved past the three of them on the plane...the girl with a washcloth on her face, the brother disgusted, and the father holding 2 fresh puke bags. Mmmm Mmmm Good.
So here I am in Thunder Bay... I have a 4hr layover... and some of you talked to me.. yay! Thanks for keeping me company. The rest of you know my damn laptop battery died, I had to check my napsack because I'm going on another "Elastic band flight, and carryon's are not permitted ma'am" So I carry around a dead laptop and my stupid coat. As I am trying to get the puke smell out of my nose, I decide its lunch time. And what better way then Tim Hortons and a chili combo? (I did win another coffee!)
Finally, elastic band flight 1 boards... I won't bore you with the details of... its so small they don't even list it on the departures board so you have to rely on other people and their text messages to guide you around the airport. And we get on the plane... 9 seats folks. 2 pilots. You do the math. SQUIIIIISH
So here we go... its 410pm... off we go... into the wild blue yonder... off we go....
Have you flown on a plane that small? Let me tell ya, if you dont like roller coasters, don't get on those planes. The first stop about 30min in (oh yea, this is called a milk run flight guys... so there are multiple stops) I need to get out and walk around. There is snow, its cold... and turbulance that throws you out of your seat. Oh please Meester Pilot, tell me where Pickle Lake is.. (cuz thats my stop and I want off). It's the third stop.
The first stop -- Round Lake... 3 people get off...
The second stop -- Lakehead house -- 2 people get on...
Yay my stop.... wait... i said my stop... stop the plane!!!!!
Nope we are in a freak snowstorm, can't land. Oh FML. Turbulance gets worse... and 45min later we land in Sioux Lookout. Its like Cottam, only way smaller. We disembark... and I think... ok... its 7pm... I'm getting a hotel here, I can figure this out tomorrow... only to be greeted by some lady with another boarding pass. Sorry folks, you're going back to Thunder Bay!
Another 45min of turbulance, some phone calls, here I sit at the Best Western in Thunder Bay. About 3min away from where I was beginning at 1pm today. Seriously.... is this a joke?
It is snowing, it is cold... wanna know the kicker??
Thunder Bay had so many planes divert today, that tomorrow I am only on STANDBY! Thats right... I may not even go anywhere... but I have to pack and be at the airport just in case!
There is one seat left on a plane going to Sioux Lookout at 11am... lets see if I make that...however, it means a 3hr taxi ride after a 1hr plane ride. Oh joy.... lol.... My standby flight? Boards at 4pm... UGHHHHHHHH
Well folks, I hope you like day 1... I'm going to shower, and go to bed... hopefully tomorrow is better.
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