roller coaster of life.

I had to work today (of course) which isn't a big deal...except when your shift starts at 5am. A 4am alarm shouldn't even be legal, let alone necessary. I had trouble sleeping last night, so it was a rough start. On the plus side of things I think I may have been sleeping during rounds, so I don't really remember the first couple hours of my shift. And after that my work day was great - floors were quiet and I had a great talk with one of my bosses. She's going to talk to the boss that makes the schedule and see if we can't get me back on my rotation. Turns out the root of the problem is essentially that I'm too good at my job. Paul says I'm too versitile and dependable to commit to a gravy shift (it's the first to go when we're short). I told him I felt like I was getting screwed, so now that we're both on the same page I should see some positive changes in my schedule. So that was a good chat.


Another definte up for my day was a chat I had with a different boss ("I have eight different bosses Bob. So when I screw up I hear about it eight times. Eight, Bob."). We had a situation a week or so ago involving improper patient ID procedure...on the spouse of an administrator. I tried to warn my co-workers about it by sending out a very non-specific memo on making sure we're all doing things by the book, but we still got nailed. Turns out the administrator went to the head of the lab to chat about it (as I anticipated) so each and every phlebotomist will have to sit down individually with the director of the lab and be talked to about patient ID - except for me. Because I was the only person that was recognized as performing proper procedure. Score on my part! :) (Side note: I recognized the administrator the instant I walked into the room. While I'd like to think I follow our procedures to the T, I know I'm not perfect. But you better believe I was perfect in front of her! Duh!)


It wasn't until I got home that I hit the real downers of the day. First of all, I'd left the oven on over night and Joe wasn't real impressed by that one (not that I blam2e him). Secondly, Mollidog was covered in her own...well lets call its drainage, because it's not 100% blood. I guess it would be classified as typical serosanginous (never did learn how to spell that...I personally preferred to chart "pinkish-red") drainage. She had to be bathed and then I had to figure out how to let her dry without getting her oooze all over everything...it was a mess. And I pretty much cried through the whole thing. I mean I try to stay positive about her health, but I think I'm just lying to myself. Last night she soaked through an ABD pad in about an hour...so today I've got her tripled up...but it's next to impossible to keep up with her oozing unless Im home 24/7. So after I got her all bandaged up I layed on the couch with her and fell asleep with tears running down my cheeks. I slept for two hours, which probably wasn't wise considering I'm already having trouble sleeping.


Needless to say I was in a pretty crappy mood after that, but Joe did what he does best and brightened my day up. We went out for supper and rented some movies, so now I'm ready to put on some sweats and hang out on the couch.


Lots of ups and downs today, but I suppose that's ok. I hate knowing that things are only going to get tougher with the pup but I can't change that so I might as well start dealing with it. I just wish she could just go in her sleep sometime, becuase even though I know it's for the best, I think I'm always going to feel guilty about putting her down when the time comes.


Sometimes I can't believe how attached I am to that dog.