Thursday, March 31, 2022


This photo was taken three years ago on our trip to Newfoundland.  As they say, that's only the tip of the iceberg.

I'm feeling weepy today.  Yesterday was a day from hell.  Our first biopsy patient coded on the table, during her biopsy.  Her heart never did stop, thankfully, but she was unresponsive and her oxygen levels dropped enough that we had to bag her.  My heart rate always goes sky high during a code and it takes me awhile to recover.  The patient's husband was distraught, rightfully so.  An ambulance was called, our clinic/hospital doesn't have an emergency or ICU, so patients get sent over the University Hospital.  The patient was bleeding from her mouth and nose so I made EMS stop while I wiped the blood off her face as they were going to walk right past the husband.  Blood upsets people, even nurses.  The patient made it over to the University and woke up.  Nobody seems quite sure what happened but it shook us all, especially the doc. Stroke maybe?  We'll see.

Another patient fainted and lots of tough, tough IVs that I had to start as I'm the expert, or at least the oldest.  Mentally draining, and spending an hour starting an IV is tiring.  Lots of patients, lots of chaos.  At the end of the day I locked my purse and keys in my locker so we had to wait for the maintenance guys to come and use bolt cutters to remove my lock.

Then Jack came back to our place last night with soaking wet feet, boots and pants.  He looked exhausted.  Last night he slept for 12.5 hours.  

My father in law is still in hospital and I'm still trying to get the rental house fixed up.  Everytime one job is done, another twelve pop up.  The drywall is being repaired today and tomorrow and now the contractor says we should pull the toilet and replace the seal because he thinks there may be a slow leak as well, which is not a huge job but it is another job.  And all of the fittings under all of the sinks have leaked over the the past few years because apparently that type of fitting was no good, at least that's what the realtor said, so there's that to deal with.  And the backyard is filled with Gracie's junk still.    

I'm feeling overwhelmed right now.  And Gracie wants to start taking Jack overnight again which scares the shit out of me.  Gracie has applied for jobs and wants to change his daycare and that scares me too because she has never managed to hold a job and take care of Jack by herself, or without having a core meltdown.  And writing this makes me want to cry again.

And there's dog poop all over the back yard that needs to be picked up.  Everything is too much today.  


 A sad update, the patient did not survive.

16 comments:

  1. I am an ex oncology nurse and I know exactly what sort of a day you had. Breathe.
    I hope things settle down for you. I can easily say take one thing at a time but that's not going to help when you're overwhelmed. Sending hugs from down under.

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  2. Can you not let Jack go with Gracie? Can you just tell her "No!"
    With the work stress and then the stress that girl causes you ... You have to have some control where that little guy is concerned!

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    1. No we can't. We have some rights now but she is his mother and she is sober right now. She's still a shitty mother but there are lots of shitty mothers in the world. She has to be drinking or drugging for us to take him. He's still staying with us three nights a week though which is wonderful.

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    2. Thanks! And ... damn! Well, we know you and your hubby are the best for Jack!

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  3. That is indeed a hellish day and I don't blame you for being on extreme overload. I don't know how nurses handle this sort of adrenaline/sadness/fear. It's too much to deal with except one step at a time. (all any of us can do) I am outraged over Jack's wet feet and exhaustion. For some reason, I also thought Gracie was out of the picture. Ugh.

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    1. I share your outrage at Jack's condition when returning from his mother's place! Good lord, that is scandalous!

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  4. And that iceberg photo is spectacular!

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  5. Have your cry my friend. It is a day that deserves it.

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  6. It's all too much some days and the day you describe is certainly one of those.

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  7. Yep. Just the tip of the iceberg. Sending love to you and your family and your patients.

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfHAs9cdTqg

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  8. We have junk haulers here. You call them, they come, the junk is gone. Do people do that where you are? When we moved here we had to clear out so much stuff, we gave up, called Junk and Dump and they made it go away.
    Little kids should never come home soaking wet.

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  9. You carry so much. I've said it before. I wish I could come and bring you a treat and a warm blanket to curl up in for a while.

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  10. What an awesome photograph to top this blogpost - it fair took my breath away. Seems like you had an especially challenging day at work but as usual you got through it.

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  11. Events that are out of our control are the hardest to deal with, aren't they? Gracie and her ilk, suffering patients, g.d. house repairs ... ugh. It's all too much to take with a smile sometimes. Good thing you have all us "girlfriends" to unload with! Too bad some of us aren't close enough to meet up for a coffee or maybe a stiff drink. Actually I probably *am* one of the closest ... one of these days, girlysue ... one of these days ... . -Kate

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  12. Oh my god, what a horrible no-good day. I am so sorry and hope that tomorrow is better. You need a break.

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  13. What a photo! I am catching up on your posts so now I'm getting a recap of the family situation. How did I fall so far behind?!?!

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