Alcoholic Trouble

30th November (Sunday) - As always, Sunday is considered to be dull, not all the time, and certainly not today. When I came in for my shift, my name got mentioned before I even started duty. Why is that? Why, it's because of yesterday. No, nothing to do with my post op patient. Apparently, it's about my new admission. What's wrong with her? Nothing is wrong with her, but it's regarding about her son having some drunken issues. Whaaaaat? But he seemed like a nice enough person. Lucky I wasn't in the evening shift, because according to the brief story I was given, apparently he had too much to drink and tried assaulting my poor TL, who was giving report at the time til she had to run for her life in fear of physical abuse and harassment. Oh my goodness, if I were her, I might've ran away screaming my head off. It was so scary to the point where she ran to security for help. And the family also apologized. Apparently he had this problem for a while, but he refused to seek treatment. Oh great. The message was also directed to me from the Sister because, as she put it, "You're too fair, so one hit, and everyone will know that you've been abused." Oh, great, Sister, thanks for making me "famous". TwT
Well, once we got that aside, time to care for our heavy care patients. A few regular patients and such. Only a total of 10 patients but they drive us nuts for the first few hours. Drip infusions ringing like mad, strict I/O for certain patients, 2 hourly, 3 hourly, 4 hourly vital signs, certain strict urine measurement otherwise the profs will bite our heads off. Some of the girls were like, "Not bad, you know some their styles already." Well, nearly entering my fourth month and seeing the same profs over and over again, I could catch some of their styles. Not all, some.
Because I couldn't write most of my stories in time anymore, I now carry a blank book with me so that I can write my story, and then type it out, just like back in my secondary school days. Write and
then type it all into my laptop. It maybe double work, but I prefer it that way, rather than to work every single day and being unable to write. It's torture. Occasionally, if I can't imagine my demons, I grab a rough piece of paper and just sketch real fast with my pen. Sometimes, they appear, sometimes it takes me a lot of times to get my envisioned demon to appear. Yeah, I really want to finish writing about Lloyd's adventure before I move on to other stories like Blitz's and several other new projects.
Near the end of my shift, I was taking care of the counter when the psychiatric doctor came. So I told him briefly about our alcoholic dramas, and the most important thing, I said to him urgently, "Doctor, the family don't take too kindly to psychiatric doctors, So you have to say you are a geriatric doctor (a doctor for the elderly)." He got my message and went over to the family. I hope he is able to solve the poor lady's mental state. And we're praying hard that her son will, please please please, don't get drunk. Apparently one of the senior girls said she saw tons of alcohol bottles in the car park basement. (!!!!!)