So last year when I left Texas I drove to Arizona. I discovered that everything is bigger in Texas, including nothing! Last week I learned that even the hail is bigger in Texas. I know hail exists in the baseball to softball size but I have never witnessed such an event. I hope I never do again.
Last Thursday while I was at work the hospital was beset with hail that ranged from golf ball to grapefruit in size. It was not pretty, at all. My car was totaled, as were many other cars of employees and patient families. I used garbage bags and gorilla tape to patch the Journey up to get back and forth to work until I could get a replacement. Today I flew home to Des Moines and tomorrow I will drive my new Journey back to Texas.
On the plus side some pretty funny stuff happened at work. I had a student notice that a patient was charted as pregnant and lactating. Not the biggest deal except they were an octogenarian. I told the student to call the Guinness Book of World Records! Turns out the admitting nurse had trouble with the admission profile scrolling and clicked those options on accident. She and the patient had already had a good laugh about it.
Another funny thing was catching a patient trying to make a break for it. I had seen the patient in a wheelchair being pushed by the unit clerk from a neighboring unit. As I went to check on one of my patients I saw the same wheelchair patient alone, wheeling casually through the waiting room. I watched as the patient turned the corner towards some offices and immediately increased their speed. I quickly caught the patient and asked where they thought they were going. I returned the patient to their unit, which I think did not make that patient happy.
And finally. I had a patient on a breathing machine with a mask. It is very difficult to understand what anyone says into the call light when they wear that mask, so I went to see what this patient needed. They told me they could chew the pill in their mouth and needed to spit it out. This concerned me as I had not given them a pill. So I took off the mask and the patient spit out their lower dentures. They looked a bit surprised by this, because they had been certain they had a pill in their mouth.
If you haven't seen pictures of the car, here is the link. I included a picture of my new one.
https://www.flickr.com/photos/35077813@N03/sets/72157645263630951/
Friday, June 20, 2014
Monday, June 9, 2014
My umbrella's broken
So last month we had girl's weekend in Asheville, NC. As always there was no shortage of laughter. You cannot take my mom and I anywhere, seriously! But it was a great time with family and a most beautiful wedding with a breathtaking bride.
My mom, my aunt, my grandma and I went to the Biltmore Estate because I just love that place and wanted to share it with these women. We took to the scenic route up and it was so a great drive through the mountains. We ate at The Gourmet Chip Factory in downtown, and if you ever get to Asheville I highly recommend it. They make great chips and the sandwiches were quite tasty.
When we got to the Biltmore it had started raining, and that's really where the drama started, too. Thankfully most drama in our family is hysterical. This drama involved an umbrella and a shuttle of people who got to watch the craziness unfold. My aunt had two umbrellas and said "one of these doesn't work" and proceeded to hand one to my mother. We see the trolley coming and my aunt and grandma head over there immediately. Mom is still trying to get herself together.
She opens her door and tries to open the umbrella. This is less than successful so she closes her door, because it's raining. Meanwhile my grandma is partway on the trolley, my aunt is standing with her umbrella just looking at us like we're crazy. I have a hood so I'm outside the car waiting for mom the get out of the car. She opens her door again, umbrella doesn't open again and she shuts the door, again.
I'm now trying to find her jacket in the luggage. Grandma is now on the trolley and Julie is still watching us like we're crazy (and unbeknownst to us is telling grandma to get off the trolley). I find the jacket, and get the umbrella open and we dash for the trolley. My aunt and grandma are now seated and I sit behind them. Mom gets on and now can't get the umbrella closed. No one on the trolley is talking, just watching the drama continue. In an effort to not get everyone wet mom turns the umbrella upside down, but now it's blocking the aisle and she can't get around it to sit by me.
There is an empty seat across the aisle from my aunt and she finally tells my mom "Sit down, you're embarrassing me" to which everyone in the trolley start laughing. Mom and my aunt proceed to argue about which umbrella is broken (it wasn't the one my mom had). At the next stop everyone but our group gets off the trolley.
After all that we enjoyed our tour through the house and gardens. Saturday they shopped their way back to Georgia and I was able to attend the wedding of a dear friend. It was a perfect day and perfect place. She was a beautiful bride and it was a great ceremony. I am so happy for her and so excited I got to be there!
My mom, my aunt, my grandma and I went to the Biltmore Estate because I just love that place and wanted to share it with these women. We took to the scenic route up and it was so a great drive through the mountains. We ate at The Gourmet Chip Factory in downtown, and if you ever get to Asheville I highly recommend it. They make great chips and the sandwiches were quite tasty.
When we got to the Biltmore it had started raining, and that's really where the drama started, too. Thankfully most drama in our family is hysterical. This drama involved an umbrella and a shuttle of people who got to watch the craziness unfold. My aunt had two umbrellas and said "one of these doesn't work" and proceeded to hand one to my mother. We see the trolley coming and my aunt and grandma head over there immediately. Mom is still trying to get herself together.
She opens her door and tries to open the umbrella. This is less than successful so she closes her door, because it's raining. Meanwhile my grandma is partway on the trolley, my aunt is standing with her umbrella just looking at us like we're crazy. I have a hood so I'm outside the car waiting for mom the get out of the car. She opens her door again, umbrella doesn't open again and she shuts the door, again.
I'm now trying to find her jacket in the luggage. Grandma is now on the trolley and Julie is still watching us like we're crazy (and unbeknownst to us is telling grandma to get off the trolley). I find the jacket, and get the umbrella open and we dash for the trolley. My aunt and grandma are now seated and I sit behind them. Mom gets on and now can't get the umbrella closed. No one on the trolley is talking, just watching the drama continue. In an effort to not get everyone wet mom turns the umbrella upside down, but now it's blocking the aisle and she can't get around it to sit by me.
There is an empty seat across the aisle from my aunt and she finally tells my mom "Sit down, you're embarrassing me" to which everyone in the trolley start laughing. Mom and my aunt proceed to argue about which umbrella is broken (it wasn't the one my mom had). At the next stop everyone but our group gets off the trolley.
After all that we enjoyed our tour through the house and gardens. Saturday they shopped their way back to Georgia and I was able to attend the wedding of a dear friend. It was a perfect day and perfect place. She was a beautiful bride and it was a great ceremony. I am so happy for her and so excited I got to be there!
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