Punch Drunk

19th January (Monday) - Ohhh, I didn't get enough sleep last night. Insomnia struck last night, so I looked a lot like a zombie. Ah, so tired. I'm not taking things on auto-pilot this time, but my mind seemed half shut down. Nevertheless I was able to follow profs and do my reports with ease. It's just that there are tons of scans to go through. Because I was in charge of kids this time around, I had to follow a little baby down as I take her for MRI scan. Of course it took me more than an hour since i had to stay down because we knocked her out with chlorol hydrate elixir. I even brought an extra bottle with me in case the child became restless, but nope, she's as sweet as an angel. Although there were some instances I was having a heart attack cause her oxygen level was 88 or so, but it always picks back up to 96 to 100 after a while. Thank heavens.
In between I did prof round. The super particular patient is a little better today. With no more drip and just her antibiotic, she's much happier and willing to listen instead of jumping into her own conclusions. like how she told me that her line was clotted and that's why it's hurting. Geesh, if the line is really clotted, her drip wouldn't had been able to run at all. But I'll just entertain her because as the saying always goes, customers are always right. Mmm-hmm. The one thing I really envy her, she has a very loving and supportive husband. He really cares for her, you can see from how he holds her hand, that touch alone and he's able to feel the pain she's going through, especially with the antibiotic. He even gave her massages and opened the curtains for her so that she can see the view and sunlight. My goodness, seriously, her husband sleeps with her every night, and before he leaves for work in the morning, he make sure the maid is there to keep her company. Hats off to you, sir. The patient is super lucky to have such a good husband.
I met an old lady who was for surgery on the next day, she just came in for inspection. Although she's in her 80's, her skin is beautiful and her hair is like soft fluffy snow clouds. And she's really funny. She saw me when I came in to update her I/O and the first thing she asked me was, "How many kids do you have???" Er, um, I'M NOT MARRIED. People often seemed ot think that I'm married because most nurses married young, but if you don't find the right man, how are you going to marry? But she did wished me all the best in looking for a suitable man.
Let's see, I got this really funny uncle in the ward who was really weak on the first day he admitted, but little by little, he became so much stronger. To the point where he could walk around the corridor and dance. Oh yes, he did, and some of the other nurses rushed to him in case he fall, although he claimed that he had no need for us cause he can walk. Well, for his safety and to prevent any falls, one nurse watched over him while we handle the paperworks.
Okay. Many ops are coming in for this round. First round, go. Second round, my friend went. Third round, me. At the same time she got called back down to retrieve a patient. It's one of those seasons, you know. Near holidays like December there'll be nobody, but in January, where everyone are coming back to work, there's the mad rush of admissions. I was being blur about half the time and I couldn't recall most things I did, well, only the important ones. Patients are all nice enough, and besides, I think most of them can go back soon.
Alright, time to sleep, cause tomorrow we're going to have a big day ahead.