Well this semester is off to a great start. INSERT GIANT EYE ROLL HERE. Managed to not go to clinical on day 79 cause I was sick and I forgot to set my alarm. Probably not a good idea to work with sick little ones when you are so sick yourself that you can't do the simplest of tasks...ie set your alarm. So I spent the whole day sleeping and managing to work my way through and entire box of kleenex. Its ok cause on Valentine's Day, which I did not spend alone! Thanks Amy and Bev...I went and got a facial and a pedicure. The facial lady put a special treatment on my crusty sore nose...and it has healed nicely. Amy made wonderful cheese fondue and Bev made chocolate fondue. Amy got us all matching pjs...so we snuggle in our jammies on the sofa and played Winter Olympic drinking games. It was fun!!
Monday as you know was a holiday...spent sleeping and cleaning my house.
Tuesday Day 80: Lab, lab, lab! I managed to get caught up with everything I missed. I can now prime an IV line and hang a bag. I can give an IV push and will soon be able to hang a piggy back and give IV meds to children! Woohoo! I felt like I actually accomplished something in lab...which is not something I feel often.
Day 81: Had a follow up the DR and missed a pop quiz, but! I was able to negotiate a higher grade on my Patho/Pharm test, plus she drops the two lowest grades on the quiz. So...no big deal, but next time remember to have the DR sign a note for me. Dr. Turnin's class was boring as ever...sigh....
Well back to work for me! I have some catching up to do!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Day 75-78: The Flu Part Two
This past Saturday was my first day on the regular pediatrics unit. Didn't make much of a difference since I spent most of my time down near PICU. Its quieter down there and the nurses are nice. I picked up my patient the Friday before. Seizure disorders! Not a topic I am good at but I figured if I picked it I would have to learn about it. Hilarious story: there was this nurse there, she worked Saturday two, woman was as white and blond and blue eyed (well I have green eyes) as I am and was talking like she came from "the block". Not saying this to be racist or anything, it was almost like she was ripped out of some movie. Like in Scrubs where Carla and Laverne try to tell JD you can't give ghetto attitude unless you are a minority in a bad movie. It was TOTALLY how she talked. And the woman was an RN! She sounded so unprofessional and uneducated. Part of coming off as a professional is your speaking abilities, I would have asked for a change of nurse if she had been mine. And she was LOUD. Really really loud and the things that came out of her mouth loudly were so wrong. I was afraid to say anything, lest she jump my ass with her nine in the alley.
Day 75: I was at the hospital at 0645 all bright eyed and bushy tailed (if you know me you are probably laughing hysterically at that comment). NONE of the day shift nurses were there yet, so we stood around with our fingers up our noses waiting for morning report in SBAR format. Look how professional I am getting! Anyways, my patient was not as bad off as her diagnosis sounded. She was a 10 month old cutie, that was eating eggs with her mama when I came in to do her vitals. So since she was doing well the nurse I was following for the day asked me to help her with this 18 month old who was in the hospital by himself, sick, because his whole family had what he had, and couldn't take care of him. So it was my job to bounce between the two, keeping him occupied and trying to get him to eat and drink something. I got him to eat a cracker and drink about an ounce, but his IV was taking away his desire to drink. He didn't feel well and you could tell. I would play with him, but mostly he just wanted me to sit and rock him. I had a feeling that this much contact was going to get me sick. I washed and washed my hands that day. He was discharged later in the morning. His mother who didn't look so hot came and got him, and my little patient was discharged later that afternoon. So I decided to help one of the other girls (I am going to call her Scion, cause that is what she drives) in my group with her patients. Not like we could do much since she was in PICU and her nurse wasn't letting her do anything, but watching was still fun. Scion had two patients, a 12 month old boy who's mother clearly didn't care about him. He had ringworm and something I had never heard of...its a disease that is the opposite of diabetes. I forgot what the intern called it, but I never knew you could have such a thing. Anyways, that poor baby was miserable and just wanted love from his mommy. The other patient she had was this nine week old girl with true apnea...such a cutie. The little one gave Scion and I heart attack when her nurse walked away to get some medication and the nine week old decided to start crying with no sound and stopped breathing. Her O2 sat went from 100% to 75% in seconds, she went from pink and peachy, to a hideous gray-purple color in two seconds. Scion ran to get a nurse, no one was at the PICU station, I choked and tried to adjust her O2 mask, but neither of us knew what to do! All that training and we got clear the airway...I felt like a retard afterward. But the baby was having apnea spell and recovered as soon as my nurse came in and helped fix the O2. I don't which makes you feel worse in an emergency: knowing you panicked or having a brain fart. The respiratory therapist was called in and told she needed to correct the baby's O2 get up because what she had was not working. By the end of the day the baby was sleeping peacefully and our brains were fried.
I woke up the next morning after being out all night with friends, by the way From Paris With Love is pretty good, feeling like crap. I figured it was being out and having drinks, but the worse I got the more I knew I wasn't reeling from a calm night out. Stomach Flu!!!! I got from my little one! So day 76 was spent dying on the sofa, trying not to toss my cookies. Amy and Lucy brought me popsicles and Gatorade. I ate one popsicle and got the most horrify pain in the left side of my jaw and face. I couldn't get rid of it so....I went to the ER. Boo. They told me it might be an infection, so they gave me antibiotics and told me to follow up with the dentist.
Day 77 was spent slogging through a quiz, that in my drug induced state I probably failed. It is hard to do calculations when you don't feel well and your mind is befuddled by Motrin. Prof Mom said I looked like death and sent me home. I had to go to the dentist though. He said the pain was caused by my bite being off from a large crown, so he shaved it down. If that doesn't get rid of the pain, then I need a root canal. Oh joy. Jeremy is no longer allowed to deploy.
Day 78: First test of the semester! Once again in a medication induced slog while studying. Studying for a test and the flu do not mix. So I slogged through the test. I'll be overjoyed if I passed. I have already been told I look like poo today, thanks Prof CSI. I feel like it too, but I can't go home cause Dr. Turnin' won't count my homework if I am not in class. So I will slog off to class.
I just wanted to shout out to Scion and I'll call her Chuck (cause we aren't suppose to call her bf that), for the great evening out! Had fun! Next time I start talking so much just tell me to shut-up! We need to do it again.
Day 75: I was at the hospital at 0645 all bright eyed and bushy tailed (if you know me you are probably laughing hysterically at that comment). NONE of the day shift nurses were there yet, so we stood around with our fingers up our noses waiting for morning report in SBAR format. Look how professional I am getting! Anyways, my patient was not as bad off as her diagnosis sounded. She was a 10 month old cutie, that was eating eggs with her mama when I came in to do her vitals. So since she was doing well the nurse I was following for the day asked me to help her with this 18 month old who was in the hospital by himself, sick, because his whole family had what he had, and couldn't take care of him. So it was my job to bounce between the two, keeping him occupied and trying to get him to eat and drink something. I got him to eat a cracker and drink about an ounce, but his IV was taking away his desire to drink. He didn't feel well and you could tell. I would play with him, but mostly he just wanted me to sit and rock him. I had a feeling that this much contact was going to get me sick. I washed and washed my hands that day. He was discharged later in the morning. His mother who didn't look so hot came and got him, and my little patient was discharged later that afternoon. So I decided to help one of the other girls (I am going to call her Scion, cause that is what she drives) in my group with her patients. Not like we could do much since she was in PICU and her nurse wasn't letting her do anything, but watching was still fun. Scion had two patients, a 12 month old boy who's mother clearly didn't care about him. He had ringworm and something I had never heard of...its a disease that is the opposite of diabetes. I forgot what the intern called it, but I never knew you could have such a thing. Anyways, that poor baby was miserable and just wanted love from his mommy. The other patient she had was this nine week old girl with true apnea...such a cutie. The little one gave Scion and I heart attack when her nurse walked away to get some medication and the nine week old decided to start crying with no sound and stopped breathing. Her O2 sat went from 100% to 75% in seconds, she went from pink and peachy, to a hideous gray-purple color in two seconds. Scion ran to get a nurse, no one was at the PICU station, I choked and tried to adjust her O2 mask, but neither of us knew what to do! All that training and we got clear the airway...I felt like a retard afterward. But the baby was having apnea spell and recovered as soon as my nurse came in and helped fix the O2. I don't which makes you feel worse in an emergency: knowing you panicked or having a brain fart. The respiratory therapist was called in and told she needed to correct the baby's O2 get up because what she had was not working. By the end of the day the baby was sleeping peacefully and our brains were fried.
I woke up the next morning after being out all night with friends, by the way From Paris With Love is pretty good, feeling like crap. I figured it was being out and having drinks, but the worse I got the more I knew I wasn't reeling from a calm night out. Stomach Flu!!!! I got from my little one! So day 76 was spent dying on the sofa, trying not to toss my cookies. Amy and Lucy brought me popsicles and Gatorade. I ate one popsicle and got the most horrify pain in the left side of my jaw and face. I couldn't get rid of it so....I went to the ER. Boo. They told me it might be an infection, so they gave me antibiotics and told me to follow up with the dentist.
Day 77 was spent slogging through a quiz, that in my drug induced state I probably failed. It is hard to do calculations when you don't feel well and your mind is befuddled by Motrin. Prof Mom said I looked like death and sent me home. I had to go to the dentist though. He said the pain was caused by my bite being off from a large crown, so he shaved it down. If that doesn't get rid of the pain, then I need a root canal. Oh joy. Jeremy is no longer allowed to deploy.
Day 78: First test of the semester! Once again in a medication induced slog while studying. Studying for a test and the flu do not mix. So I slogged through the test. I'll be overjoyed if I passed. I have already been told I look like poo today, thanks Prof CSI. I feel like it too, but I can't go home cause Dr. Turnin' won't count my homework if I am not in class. So I will slog off to class.
I just wanted to shout out to Scion and I'll call her Chuck (cause we aren't suppose to call her bf that), for the great evening out! Had fun! Next time I start talking so much just tell me to shut-up! We need to do it again.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Day 72-74: Missing Support
This week has been tough...not so much educationally, but lack of support wise. I miss Jeremy. Only six weeks has gone by and I feel like its taking forever for May to get here and I am only in my third week of second semester. I feel extremely confused about all the work, or lack thereof that I have for class and I am extremely unmotivated to work out or to clean my house. I trudge along through mud and rain...or at least that is how it seems to me. Bad news piles on. I went to see my doctor who pretty much asked me what I wanted him to do about my headaches, Tricare wants to send me to San Diego for my septal surgery for some stupid reason, and there is a possibility...due to lack of state funding...my school may close. I have waited six years for the oppurtunity to go to nursing school and because the legistlators in Nevada feel a new casino is a better investment than education...I may loose my school. Where is my hubby when I need a hug or a little happy to get me through the day?
I also wanted to share my story about government healthcare. For those of you who are fans...you should try it some time...IT SUCKS!!!! So I went into my doctor on Tuesday. I have migraines, that have gotten worse since my miscarriage and since I now have chronic allergies. So I needed to go in for a re-evaluation since they put me on imitrex, I also needed a refill for my allergy meds, and my crazy pill (anxiety). It had been a stressful morning, I had a quiz in lab over material we hadn't gone over in class, and then Texas and I played "nurse" with two med students for this dog and pony show for investors. We had no idea what we were doing. Anways...I was already not happy, then the nurse took my weight...that made me even more unhappy. Then I go into see the dr. BIG FAT dude...not military. He asks me, very rudely, if I got everything worked out with my septum. I told him no and that I had no idea what was going on with my referal. Apparently Tricare, he told me, wants to send me to Balboa, CA...near San Diego...to get the surgery done. Well that was the straw that broke the camel's back. It had built up and built up...and finally KABOOOM!!!! The dr was so rude to me. He asked me why I was there, if I had seen an allergist (no I haven't and he didn't put in a referal for me to see one...eventhough I have been on allergy meds that don't really work for two years), I told him the imitrex got rid of the pain of the migraines, but none of the symptoms (nausea, light sensitivity, muscle tension), so he didn't give me anything else for my migraines or renew the imitrex, at that point I started crying, he didn't notice, he asked if the anxiety meds were working, I said no, then he looked at me and rolled his eyes and asked me very condescendingly why I was crying. I told him, I was stressed about school, Jeremy was deployed, my family is far away, I am not sleeping well, and my workouts are starting to feel feudal. Then he rolled his fat gut toward me and asked "Well what do you want me to do about it?" I was so shocked at the audacity of his question I sat there like a fish with my mouth gapping for air. He rolled his fat gut back to the computer and "Said your prescriptions are filled...goodbye." So I left the room bawling.
Now I know I should be greatful I have healthcare at all (which I am), but unlike even the crappiest of HMOs I don't have a choice where I go for care or the dr. I see for care. The government dictates that for me. They hire the cheapest Dr.'s and staff they can find and if you don't like it...tough nuggies. At least...with even the crappiest HMO you can ALWAYS take your business elsewhere. Now for those of you who are going to argue me on cost and whatnot....that is not the point of the story. The point is I didn't get the help I needed, eventhough it was already paid for, and I don't have a choice about where I go...I am stuck. Now some people say healthcare is healthcare however, if I am not being treated then why I am I paying?
Ok enough with that:
Day 72: Mondays are going to be weird days for the whole semester. Because I work in the morning...go to class for two hours...then go back to work. Its an awkward schedule. I like my maternity teacher though...she makes hilarious jokes about Vegas and giving birth...cracks me up. I can't remember if I gave her a name or not....anyways conception is always an interesting topic to discuss when you have no one to snuggle with.
Day 73: My first quiz of the semester! IVs!!! No I haven't stuck anyone yet, we just learned how to calculate drip rates and prime the lines...lab monkeys could do it. But I am happy to be doing something more advanced than giving a bed pan. Texas and I volunteered to help these med students with a scenerio. We were under the impression they just needed us to play nurse so the students could fake like its real, but no...that wasn't what we were doing. We were demonstrating a labor and delivery simulation for investors. The hilarious thing was none of us students had any clue what we were doing! The med students had never done a labor and delivery scenerio and Texas and I just started peds and maternity...we were all like deer caught in the headlights. There were two OB/GYNs from the medical school guiding us...but they were pretty much useless. My only saving grace was Texas...he knew what to do because a few months before he had gone through the l and d process with his wife. I just followed his lead and faked like I was monitoring vitals. I had no idea that we had manikins that could actually pop out babies...we do. Its really weird.
Day 74: I am really getting sick of this whole "teach yourself and others" thing. I think its just an excuse for Prof Plant to check her email and facebook page in class. I learned NOTHING, which was sad because we were tested on her lecture. I kind of let out a little snort there because she really didn't lecture. So I did awful on pop quiz...oh well its a good study guide for our exam next week. Peds lecture with Dr Turnin' was just as useless...while she is really smart and cares about what she teaches...she is really into the teach yourself and classmates thing and I really hate that. But! The highlight of the lecture was teasing the tiny Korean chick who had the presentation for the day...she posted on her facebook page that she was nervous about public speaking, so one of the other girls in class and I decided to give Korea a little giggle. I stuck my fingers up my nose and the other girl sits behind me (I am going to call her Ali since she boxes) groped herself. Korea laughed while giving her presentation!!! It was highly entertaining. Gotta make if fun somehow, plus we are going to be stuck together for the next year and half...its gonna get boring.
I also wanted to share my story about government healthcare. For those of you who are fans...you should try it some time...IT SUCKS!!!! So I went into my doctor on Tuesday. I have migraines, that have gotten worse since my miscarriage and since I now have chronic allergies. So I needed to go in for a re-evaluation since they put me on imitrex, I also needed a refill for my allergy meds, and my crazy pill (anxiety). It had been a stressful morning, I had a quiz in lab over material we hadn't gone over in class, and then Texas and I played "nurse" with two med students for this dog and pony show for investors. We had no idea what we were doing. Anways...I was already not happy, then the nurse took my weight...that made me even more unhappy. Then I go into see the dr. BIG FAT dude...not military. He asks me, very rudely, if I got everything worked out with my septum. I told him no and that I had no idea what was going on with my referal. Apparently Tricare, he told me, wants to send me to Balboa, CA...near San Diego...to get the surgery done. Well that was the straw that broke the camel's back. It had built up and built up...and finally KABOOOM!!!! The dr was so rude to me. He asked me why I was there, if I had seen an allergist (no I haven't and he didn't put in a referal for me to see one...eventhough I have been on allergy meds that don't really work for two years), I told him the imitrex got rid of the pain of the migraines, but none of the symptoms (nausea, light sensitivity, muscle tension), so he didn't give me anything else for my migraines or renew the imitrex, at that point I started crying, he didn't notice, he asked if the anxiety meds were working, I said no, then he looked at me and rolled his eyes and asked me very condescendingly why I was crying. I told him, I was stressed about school, Jeremy was deployed, my family is far away, I am not sleeping well, and my workouts are starting to feel feudal. Then he rolled his fat gut toward me and asked "Well what do you want me to do about it?" I was so shocked at the audacity of his question I sat there like a fish with my mouth gapping for air. He rolled his fat gut back to the computer and "Said your prescriptions are filled...goodbye." So I left the room bawling.
Now I know I should be greatful I have healthcare at all (which I am), but unlike even the crappiest of HMOs I don't have a choice where I go for care or the dr. I see for care. The government dictates that for me. They hire the cheapest Dr.'s and staff they can find and if you don't like it...tough nuggies. At least...with even the crappiest HMO you can ALWAYS take your business elsewhere. Now for those of you who are going to argue me on cost and whatnot....that is not the point of the story. The point is I didn't get the help I needed, eventhough it was already paid for, and I don't have a choice about where I go...I am stuck. Now some people say healthcare is healthcare however, if I am not being treated then why I am I paying?
Ok enough with that:
Day 72: Mondays are going to be weird days for the whole semester. Because I work in the morning...go to class for two hours...then go back to work. Its an awkward schedule. I like my maternity teacher though...she makes hilarious jokes about Vegas and giving birth...cracks me up. I can't remember if I gave her a name or not....anyways conception is always an interesting topic to discuss when you have no one to snuggle with.
Day 73: My first quiz of the semester! IVs!!! No I haven't stuck anyone yet, we just learned how to calculate drip rates and prime the lines...lab monkeys could do it. But I am happy to be doing something more advanced than giving a bed pan. Texas and I volunteered to help these med students with a scenerio. We were under the impression they just needed us to play nurse so the students could fake like its real, but no...that wasn't what we were doing. We were demonstrating a labor and delivery simulation for investors. The hilarious thing was none of us students had any clue what we were doing! The med students had never done a labor and delivery scenerio and Texas and I just started peds and maternity...we were all like deer caught in the headlights. There were two OB/GYNs from the medical school guiding us...but they were pretty much useless. My only saving grace was Texas...he knew what to do because a few months before he had gone through the l and d process with his wife. I just followed his lead and faked like I was monitoring vitals. I had no idea that we had manikins that could actually pop out babies...we do. Its really weird.
Day 74: I am really getting sick of this whole "teach yourself and others" thing. I think its just an excuse for Prof Plant to check her email and facebook page in class. I learned NOTHING, which was sad because we were tested on her lecture. I kind of let out a little snort there because she really didn't lecture. So I did awful on pop quiz...oh well its a good study guide for our exam next week. Peds lecture with Dr Turnin' was just as useless...while she is really smart and cares about what she teaches...she is really into the teach yourself and classmates thing and I really hate that. But! The highlight of the lecture was teasing the tiny Korean chick who had the presentation for the day...she posted on her facebook page that she was nervous about public speaking, so one of the other girls in class and I decided to give Korea a little giggle. I stuck my fingers up my nose and the other girl sits behind me (I am going to call her Ali since she boxes) groped herself. Korea laughed while giving her presentation!!! It was highly entertaining. Gotta make if fun somehow, plus we are going to be stuck together for the next year and half...its gonna get boring.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Day 71: PICU
Really couldn't sleep the night before my first peds rotation. I was going to be in the PICU and I was afraid someone was going to die on me or at least go into some kind of crisis. I was lucky. No baby/child/teenager had any major problems while I was working in the PICU. In the med surg, wing next to us unfortunately someone was unlucky. First day and you are hearing Code 99 over the intercom, makes a person a bit jumpy.
I had two patients...strange since its the PICU and I am suppose to have only one patient. But my patients were not hard to handle. The only reason they were in the PICU was because they had compromised airways: one due to bilat pneumonia and the other statius asthmaticus (inhaled fibers from a car that he was working on). The goal for me that day was to monitor their Intake and Output because niether had gone to the bathroom all night. We gave the little one a bolus of fluid because he refused to eat or drink and we gave the teenager lasiks because he was drinking and eating just not going. It was kind of humorous to watch the teenager. Two minutes after he was given the lasiks he kicked us out and jumped out of bed to go to the bathroom! He complained of the pain in his stomach, but what do you expect when you take a diurectic and hold it? I felt bad for the poor guy, he had two female, young nurses taking care of him...I think it was a little awkward for him! I think it helped his dad was there. With the little one, grandma was the care taker. She talked our ear off about how awful her daughter was and how sick he was. It was good that he had someone who cared.
At one point in time I got to see the extubation of a baby. For those that don't know, that is the removal of a breathing tube. The Dr made a bigger deal out of it than it needed to be and the ENTIRE family had to be there to watch. It was not a pleasant procedure. If you mess up, you could colapse the baby's airways and you will have to re-intubate them. The poor child made some of the most awful sounds! But they got the tube out and by the end of the day he was kicking and babbling at his dad. Then there was this other baby that was in liver failure. I had never seen a baby with jaundice before. This poor thing was neon yellow everywhere! He had an oral eversion so he had to be tube feed through his stomach. His poor little tummy was so bloated he looked like on of those poor African kids with the bloated bellies and skinny extremeties. But he was a happy baby. And then I watched a nurse flush the heplocks on a 6 week old. One lock was in the little one's arm and the other in the childs head!!!! The tubing and tape covered a good portion of the child's head! I was really sad.
Here is the thing about Saturday. I didn't have as much trouble as I thought I would working with sick little ones. To be sure I was upset when everything had settled in at the end of the day, when I was eating dinner. But the thing that bothered me the most was the parents. The uninvolved parents, the absent ones, or the ones who felt the proper care of their sick child was an inconvience to them like this one set of parents that complained about how loud their baby's apnea monitor was and was trying to find ways to turn it down, and they wanted to leave the hospital without having O2 delivered to their house simply because they wanted to leave. And the parents that make my job more complicated, like the one that wouldn't let us give her son pain medication, specifically ones that could create dependence, so the kid suffered because NOTHING was working. I am sure I will be a pain in the ass if my child was ever in the PICU, but I will be involved and I will care about my child's home care, and eventhough I wouldn't want my child to become dependent on drugs I wouldn't want them to suffer.
I guess I am kind of happy that next week I am in the regular unit. Maybe I'll get a little one that has the sniffles and is a little dehydrated and mom and dad care. Peds has been eliminated from potential career options.
I had two patients...strange since its the PICU and I am suppose to have only one patient. But my patients were not hard to handle. The only reason they were in the PICU was because they had compromised airways: one due to bilat pneumonia and the other statius asthmaticus (inhaled fibers from a car that he was working on). The goal for me that day was to monitor their Intake and Output because niether had gone to the bathroom all night. We gave the little one a bolus of fluid because he refused to eat or drink and we gave the teenager lasiks because he was drinking and eating just not going. It was kind of humorous to watch the teenager. Two minutes after he was given the lasiks he kicked us out and jumped out of bed to go to the bathroom! He complained of the pain in his stomach, but what do you expect when you take a diurectic and hold it? I felt bad for the poor guy, he had two female, young nurses taking care of him...I think it was a little awkward for him! I think it helped his dad was there. With the little one, grandma was the care taker. She talked our ear off about how awful her daughter was and how sick he was. It was good that he had someone who cared.
At one point in time I got to see the extubation of a baby. For those that don't know, that is the removal of a breathing tube. The Dr made a bigger deal out of it than it needed to be and the ENTIRE family had to be there to watch. It was not a pleasant procedure. If you mess up, you could colapse the baby's airways and you will have to re-intubate them. The poor child made some of the most awful sounds! But they got the tube out and by the end of the day he was kicking and babbling at his dad. Then there was this other baby that was in liver failure. I had never seen a baby with jaundice before. This poor thing was neon yellow everywhere! He had an oral eversion so he had to be tube feed through his stomach. His poor little tummy was so bloated he looked like on of those poor African kids with the bloated bellies and skinny extremeties. But he was a happy baby. And then I watched a nurse flush the heplocks on a 6 week old. One lock was in the little one's arm and the other in the childs head!!!! The tubing and tape covered a good portion of the child's head! I was really sad.
Here is the thing about Saturday. I didn't have as much trouble as I thought I would working with sick little ones. To be sure I was upset when everything had settled in at the end of the day, when I was eating dinner. But the thing that bothered me the most was the parents. The uninvolved parents, the absent ones, or the ones who felt the proper care of their sick child was an inconvience to them like this one set of parents that complained about how loud their baby's apnea monitor was and was trying to find ways to turn it down, and they wanted to leave the hospital without having O2 delivered to their house simply because they wanted to leave. And the parents that make my job more complicated, like the one that wouldn't let us give her son pain medication, specifically ones that could create dependence, so the kid suffered because NOTHING was working. I am sure I will be a pain in the ass if my child was ever in the PICU, but I will be involved and I will care about my child's home care, and eventhough I wouldn't want my child to become dependent on drugs I wouldn't want them to suffer.
I guess I am kind of happy that next week I am in the regular unit. Maybe I'll get a little one that has the sniffles and is a little dehydrated and mom and dad care. Peds has been eliminated from potential career options.
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