It's snowing, again.  It snows, it melts, it snows, in a seemingly endless springtime loop.  The dogs don't mind though.

Jack came home from his mom's on Monday at suppertime.  He was horrible, yelling, hitting, anxious.  The next day, after a good night's sleep, he was back to his old self.  Makes me wonder how he is with his mom. 

I worked three days in a row, something I haven't done since December, and I was beat last night.  I barely had the energy to eat supper and then crawled into bed at 8:15pm.  Sleep was lovely and I feel like a human being again.

We had enough staff yesterday, because I switched my days off and a good thing.  We had one very non compliant lung biopsy patient who kept crawling out of bed to go for a smoke outside.  The young nurse who worked in emerg for years, said the guy looked like he was going to go into delerium tremens on us, pale, sweaty and shaky.  Fortunately for us, he left before his time was up and just walked out while nobody was looking, before he could go into withdrawal.  He even left with his IV in place.  He also had a small pneumothorax.  As the same young nurse always says, "You do you."  We're not the police.  I don't sweat it anymore, they're all adults.  The worst part of the whole thing, he was an old nurse.

Then another patient had a twelve minute long seizure in the MRI scanner.  She had a GBM, removed last October and has light triggered seizures.  To be honest, it was the worst seizure I've ever seen and it took four of us to prevent her from hurting herself. The hardest part was keeping her from banging her head and arms on the MRI bed which has some hard, plastic parts to it.  When it was over and she'd been seen by her oncologist, and rested, she left with her son.  She was fine.  She'd also crawled over the bedrails, gotten dressed and was waiting for me when I returned with a wheelchair.  She didn't need the wheelchair.  I was so thankful to see her looking so well.

We also had a retirement luncheon for the CT manager, all of this mixed in with what felt like hundreds of tough IV starts.  The woman retiring asked me to sign her canvas photos for her, which touched me.  I will miss her.  She was a lovely, calm, hard working woman and a good manager.  

That's life this week.  This weekend, the big guy and I are heading to Jasper with the dogs for one night.  Everything has been arranged with Jack's other family, fingers crossed, they follow through.  The big guy and I haven't been to the mountains by ourselves in years and I can't wait to take some photos again.  Even better, it's supposed to be 8C and sunny.