Bleed It Out

I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out digging deeper
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
Just to throw it away
I bleed it out

 Linkin Park - Bleed It Out, 17th August 2007, Warner Bros.,
Written by Linkin Park,
Produced by Rick Rubin, Mike Shinoda,
Performed by Linkin Park. 

11th December (Thursday) - Noon straight to morning, and I couldn't sleep. Maybe prof is right,  I do need to see the psychiatrist. I still can't believe: how did I get myself into all sort of mess? My nose is horribly worse than my gastric problem, sure it may be painful if I don't take my food properly but the smelling on and off part is worse. The menthol crystals burns. Now I understand why everyone keep telling me to wrap my eyes with a towel because when the crystals emit the vapour, it gives off a sort of stinging burning sensation to open up your nasal muscle. If it gets the eye, it'll sting and feel as though a layer of ice had shut your eyes. Oh prof, why you have to give me Menthol crystals???
As always in the wee morning, bed making first. I get to sponge this young teenager whose lips were covered with bloody sutures and whose arms and part of his legs are grazed with lacerations, with his hip and knee in bandage and gauze. Judging from how his body looks, I say it's an accident. When I questioned him casually, he mentioned he was with his friend on a bike and his friend happened to be driving the bike fast and well, you know the rest.
If you think that's worse, try the next patient. She's a very pretty young woman, also involved in an accident together with her boyfriend, who's in another room. Most of her right side is fractured, pelvic, part of her ear, part of her face, some of her arms and legs. The boyfriend had a right fractured leg. The story was the boy was pretty much, to put it in a polite way, out cold from drinking too much. Again, you know the rest. Nowadays young people driving are so scary. No wonder why my old driving instructor say once everyone gets their P license, everything they taught goes down the drain. *miming flushing*
I got a patient going back home so I needed to remove his chemoport needle. Can't remember how to take it off so I asked the CI. Flush first, then remove it. Give it a swab then cover with post op site. Oh, so that's how you do it. Then because yesterday NG insertion failed, I prepared another tray for another professor who came to insert for the boy. Even after giving him Midazolam, he can still scream, cry, hit, punch, kick us to the point where four of us had to hold him down while the prof insert, which is a success. Thank God, although he kept screaming and screaming. Poor thing.
Datin had a family conference which I also attended to, and her legs still got those slough and we need to apply a certain cream to get the slough out. God knows last time I tried doing a lot of circular motions and the slough still stays instead of breaking, And now her dressing had changed as well. The Sister taught me herself from the prof because Datin only requests a handful of people to do her dressing. Now instead of soaking with rock salts in a basin, now we prepare a quarter of the basin, filled with warm water, mixed it with two ml of potassium pomengenate, soak it with tons of gamgee wools, put it around her legs, secured it with a thin cotton bandage and with a fifty ml syringe, syringe out the water and squirt it around the gamgee like a water gun. Hoo boy for twenty minutes. This is ridiculous. You have to get two people to do this job because if one person do, you'll end up being stressed out for doing one leg at a time. Insane. And once my colleague and I had finished the whole dressing process for a grand whooping total of two hours, I rushed over to check the prof's orders.

OH MOTHER OF MARY.

Left leg twice a day. Right leg three times a day. Left leg to use gauze, gamgee and bandage. Right leg to use jelonet roll, gamgee and bandage.

GOD!!!!

She got to be joking, she seriously got to be joking. How can we  afford to do three times day? It means that noon shift have to do twice. INSANE. Even the CI is shaking her head. It's too much, because this means we can't even attend our other patients because we have to follow Datin's timing. Not ours. Can you imagine, if we want to do at 3 then she says no, 6. Then the third one we want to do at 4, she says no, 10 (These are all just examples, not for real). Good grief. The CI said she's going to have to tell the Sister that she got to get a private nurse because we can't afford to do the dressing anymore. It's enough to make all of our heart bleed. Sigh, Datin, please get well soon, and please be co-operative with us. It's not that we don't want to help you, but we got 5 to 6 patients to care for.