Geez Murphy. I was getting to it. As far as my patients being hypochondriacs, I don't think so. Often, they have a hard time talking to me, or even breathing for that matter.
My kids on the other hand, well that is a different matter.
I started back to work yesterday. It was the first day of my contract in a new place. It was a long shift, and I got my butt kicked. Being in the weeds, isn't just for restaurants. I waited tables in the summers while in college, and I can't help but think of the term, when I get busy in the hospital.
The challenge is not just going back to work. The dose of baclofen I'm on (120), is suitable to my employment. I can tell a difference in my mentation about 2 hours after I take it, but it's nothing that makes it impossible for me to work. This is unlike before, when I couldn't even function well on 30 mg. For lurkers or newbies, the spaciness does subside, and we can return and function in life. This is amazing, because like I said I was working in a new place.
I was supposed to get a computer charting orientation on Wednesday. I showed up, and they forgot I was coming. I was assigned to an employee with a full assignment, who couldn't really spend much time showing me the ropes. I didn't sleep well on Thursday, knowing I was going in blindly. It turned out fine. Luckily, I'm fairly adaptable, and the staff was nice. You never know what you're going to get. I work in a predominantly female profession, and they can be catty with newcomers. We even had a heavy duty trauma come in, and I was able to give some suggestions. They were well received. A big problem is, I don't know any of the docs. They all have things they like and don't.
I did have an episode where I was busy in a patient room, and a doc called to talk to me. The secretary told me to hurry, he doesn't like to be on hold long. What? Ohhhh, really? :H I told her to tell him to wait, or call back. I'm busy taking care of a patient. I have a job to do. I don't put up with that shit, and we'll be quickly establishing that. The fact that I don't tolerate crap from docs, is well known at my previous job. People would even talk about it. I once told a CV surgeon off in the middle of the unit, with everyone lurking (cowering would be more accurate, they were truly scared for me). He deserved it though. There would be no question that he respects me now.
I was scheduled to work today. I was cancelled. I make more than the staff, so I'm the first to get called off, if census drops. I can only be cancelled once in my 4 week contract. Once this contracts done, I'm certain they'll want to resign me. If not, my previous employer called again, and they offered me a job that will work for me. I'll still have to do holidays, but 8 hour holidays, and they won't put me in rotation. I'll be able to pick them. I think this is what I'm going to do. I miss everyone and the feeling is mutual. I'm ready to go back.
I'm grateful to be cancelled today, so I could catch up on MWO. I have childcare here this weekend, so I was really able to be on here some. I have more to say, but this post is lengthy, and I have somewhere to go. My friends are texting me, wanting me to come and play. I, of course, have to be up at 5 am, so it will be an early night. Not that I plan to drink much and get crazy. I haven't drank in maybe a week. I'm not even sure at this point. It's long enough, I'm losing track. If I were to have one or two tonight, would it be problem? Not to me, but to most of MWO, it would.
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