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...