A whole different attitude about work: . . . . . . . . . . .
Yeah, last night really sucked. Not only because of the amount of work, but because of the states of the patients. Inebriated, almost every one. Stinking, most of them.
And one 20-year old boy that will never walk again. Fractured spine. Ejected from a single-vehicle accident. No feeling from the umbelicus on down.
Something like that always makes everyone involved feel like shit. And there is nothing that anyone can do. Nothing. Nothing. The spinal cord was severed.
I did a record number of CTs last night... motorcycle wrecks, football injuries, had one kid get hit in the head with a shotgun... coupla people with headaches that were of possible neurological significance... I did call in the CT tech and he did four of the exams.
And a stat something or another from the floors or ICU on a very regular basis.
My plantar fasciatis is back full strength. My legs are killing me too. And I'm getting right tired of doing nothing but bitching here...
Karen is taking Patrick and Lacee with her to Wichita this weekend, and Karen's brother Chuck and his wife Judy are visiting from Phoenix. Always, always, it seems that they visit on my work-weeks, dammit.
Kim and Bob left this morning for Florida, and they will be embarking on a cruise. I've never been on a cruise, and neither has Karen... I'd really like to take her on one before too long. I don't want to wait until I can't hardly move...
Well, that's silly... I can't hardly move right now. I think that I'll move into the bedroom and go to sleep now.
More tomorrow...
Wow! I got a lot of work done last night! I made a lot of money... for the hospital! I am so happy about that!
Drew spent the night with Karen last night, and I got a few pictures of him and a couple of Karen. He woke up just as his mother (karla) got here to pick him up this morning.