I had a patient yesterday, who when I asked him if his ostomy had been reversed yet, replied, "They took my ass." I asked him if they had made a politician out of it. He can't have his ostomy reversed because they had to remove his anus but we both laughed about it.
The medical director who was so awful that there was a joint complaint in May, has made a 180 degree turn and is nice to work with now. He makes jokes, is nice to staff and best of all, is kind to the patients. In fact a patient this week commented on how kind the doctor was. I passed that message onto him this morning and he was nonplussed.
A young friend of mine at work gave me a belated birthday gift today, a can of coke and an almond croissant along with a lovely card. She knows me so well.
Jack is with us tonight and he's happy. Poppa is sick but Jack is just glad to be back with us. We have him for two nights.
Our ICUs are overflowing with Covid patients thanks to our half-witted premier who declared the pandemic over in July and did away with Covid precautions. People are dying because of him, well that and stupidity. The majority of ICU patients are unvaccinated, something like 92%. If only there was some way of knowing that this would happen. Who could have foreseen this?
A patient who has been coming to us for awhile now came for her last scan this week. If her scan was clear, she wouldn't be back. I gave her a big hug and told her, "Don't come back."
One of my coworkers told me that there was a very grumpy old man in a wheelchair. She gave me his papers and said, "Can you take him?" At least she looked a little sheepish. Grumpy patients don't bother me and I can usually jolly them along. In this case though, I was unsuccessful.
Life continues on.