getting back into the routine this week is brutal. I'm in charge of Sam's medication and care while Becka is back in the classroom with the chill'un.
Any of y'all responsible for caring for a loved one while working... props to you. this shit is hard.
like literally. THAT ADVENTURE IN THE ER WAS A FUCKIN' NIGHT LET ME TELL YOU.
My nurse for the evening was a fuckin huge russian dude named Sergei. I HAD THE BEST FUCKING TIME ONE COULD HAVE WHILE DEALING WITH A LIFE THREATENING PRBLEM.
and, guys, I shit you NOT. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD. Sergei came to check vitals at like 3 in the morning. My BP cuff was acting up and giving me bad results that we both knew weren't right. and I hear him say under his breath, softly
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at like 6 in the morning, sergei is prepping for shift change. they're doing the hand-off, same as one would do if you worked in a 24-hour SOC. You tell people what's up, what happened, and so on.
Beforehand, sergei had been through for vitals check. I asked for a cup of water. I was on an IV, and these were kidney problems, I was thirsty, so I thought I would help remove some of the potassium manually. He tells me "sure thing." I never got it, but I don't hold it against him.
Little while later, he's in the middle of shift-change handoff at the nurse's station within earshot and I hear him say in the heaviest Russian accent "148 demands water." and I was like "Shit Sergei, I know you had a rough night, I hope I wasn't asking for too much.'
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