Endorsing ICU 12: on STEMI; continuous peritoneal dialysis and very combative.

Endorsing ICU 12: on STEMI; continuous peritoneal dialysis and very combative.

These are the people I went to school with and now they are the same bunch that I work with. FYI, we are and will be the best ICU nurses you will ever meet in the metropolis.

These are the people I went to school with and now they are the same bunch that I work with. FYI, we are and will be the best ICU nurses you will ever meet in the metropolis.

First time in scrubs. I really don’t understand why we are not allowed to wear scrubs in the ICU. That’s the policy and I don’t have a choice but to follow. But yesterday, I didn’t have a choice. My uniform was all wet and dirty from the rain, so I borrowed some scrubs from the CCU. Good thing, they still have some extra suits. Everyone in the unit were so jealous that they actually wanted their uniforms to get all dirty just to have an excuse to wear scrubs. Haha.

It’s hard to realize that on the other end of that cardiac monitor, past all those lines and numbers, lies a person.

That awkward moment when a patient tells you that she has difficulty breathing.

But when you assess her objectively:

(1) Normal respiratory rate; (2) Accessory muscles unused; (3) Clear breath sounds; (4) Normal VTE; (5) Normal Pressure Limitations; (6) No desaturation (7) She looked pretty comfortable with current vent settings.

And I’m like:

That crappy moment when you have 3 pages worth of orders at the end of your shift.

Why did you have to wait until the end of my shift to order all those crap for my patient, Ms. Resident? How am I supposed to go home on time? No worries. Just be cool. :)

That moment when your patient’s significant other lies in front of the Attending Physician thus putting your head on the line and taking all the blame.

The Thing I Hate Most.

The thing I hate most about my job, about being a nurse, is that I can’t help but blame myself whenever my patient suddenly goes to the opposite end of being healthy. In just a millisecond, an alert and coherent patient becomes unresponsive. I dislike it when the deterioration happens in my watch. My mom told me to just get over it and move on, and that it is part of the job, but I just can’t help but worry. Was it something I did? Was it something I didn’t do?

The Last Endorsement.

The Last Endorsement.

That crappy moment when you have to wake up early because you have to work… on a Sunday.

I hate working on Sundays. :(