Sunday, December 19, 2010
I think I need to start working out (on a regular basis) again. I don’t particularly enjoy working out. When I’m in a gym, I feel like I’m going nowhere (literally) fast. But as I get older, I’m actually feeling my metabolism slow down to a being a little faster than a speeding slug. And my love of chocolate, baked goods and carbs in general seems to increase exponentially day by day. I’m also not ready to confront my family history of heart attacks and diabetes anytime in the next couple of decades because I know I’d be a terribly non-compliant patient. Since I REFUSE to deprive myself of delicious foods, I have realized that I must pay for this by working out. So dear fellow bloggers – I need your help. The only way I can keep up with high paced workouts is by music. So tell me your favourite songs to work out to or just madly dance around to! I’m open to pretty much all genres of music – 70s, 80s, 90s, top 40s, dance, pop, rock, hip hop – anything goes as long as it’s got a good beat and it’s fast! Looking forward to all your suggestions and not hating my work outs :)
Friday, December 17, 2010
While working on a paper during the night shift, I got a patient complaining of severe 10/10 back pain. The guy was wearing a brace, grimacing, could barely walk, the works. I did my standard assessment, got him changed into a gown and called the doc over. The doctor ordered some toradol and dilaudid which I proceeded to give to the patient. After I had given him the meds I told him that I would reassess him in about half an hour. In half an hour, he still was not a happy customer because when I came back into his room, he was ranting on about how the doctors just expect everything to be fixed with a pill (at 0230 that pretty much is the only thing that can be done). I asked him what he would like done because he was given some pretty high doses of pain medication to which he replied, “can’t you give me like a needle in my back nerves so I don’t feel anything?” “Like an epidural?” I asked. “Fuck that shit! That shit is for chicks! I don’t want no fucking epidural bullshit! I want a needle to make the pain go away!” He didn’t take too kindly to my explanation nor did he view the IM injection of toradol as a needle to make the pain go away. I went back to working on my paper because that seemed like the only rational thing to do. And the guy walked out of the department without his back brace.