TH is now asleep on the couch, so I took this with my iPhoto on my Mac.
it reads “high 5’ers”
There is more lettering on the back. Should I wear it with my light blue pants or the teal green? How professional do you think that looks?
rigs - 
:eek: Tell the suits they have to wear them
Ummmmmmmm… rigs just what the heck does that signify? The nurses at this hospital are high? TPTB were high when they chose it? If I lived near ya, I’d catch sump’n bad enough to need to go to your hospital just so I could recoil in horror at how badly everybody dresses and demand to talk with a TPTB to find out just who decided this was ok for work.
Or, I’d point and laugh.
It would depend on the type of drugs I’d be on.
But seriously, that top… WTH!
Yeah… I’d run as well. Or I’d think–who lets that skank work here? I refuse to be a walking billboard for my work.
High 5’ers is apparently a “cute” play on a ridiculous customer satisfaction meme that has all of health care in its grip. I refer of course, to AIDET. Google it–I’m sure it will come up. It’s making a mint for the consultants who sell this type of crap. We are supposed to “strive for five”. I have forgotten (or mercifully expunged from my memory) just what the “five” stands for. I think it means we all want to be in the top 5% for pt satisfaction.
Me, I’ve always just wanted to take good and appropriate care of my pts. Which may well mean royally pissing them off. If you are a post-op pt of mine, you WILL turn, and walk and get up in a chair etc. I’ll medicate you to relieve most of your pain, but I will not let you lie in bed and feel sorry for yourself. That’s not good nursing care, but if I did it, our pt satisfaction scores might go up. :rolleyes:
Pts are not customers, which is something health care seems to have forgotten. I expect to be treated like a princess in Disneyworld, not in the hospital. (and I’m not about to enter caveats and explanations here. You all know what I mean and that I do not approve of pt abuse or dis-empowering pts).
So, I am right royally ticked about this new shirt deal. When I heard about it, I thought it would be a polo type shirt, with a discreet 5 on it over the left breast. I also assumed it would be white, to go with the blue pants.
I forgot to show you how LARGE it is. Here’s another pic with TH’s iPhone:
Niiicccceee
I simply refuse to wear it. They can fire me–that will mean a cheaper refrigerator box for my spot under the highway overpass, but a woman has to have some principles.
do any of the other nurses/orderlies/whathaveyou feel likewise? what about a petition? or talking to your union rep?
Argh. The water heater for the apartment just above mine burst a pipe which means it’s been leaking all day. The leak also went into the noisy roommates (who are now on everyone’s List because they won’t. stop. fighting.) closet. They are now moving into the room right next to mine. I need to go to bed in an hour because I have to be up at 5:45 to go to work tomorrow. I swear to God and Sonny Jesus, if they keep me up, I will paint the walls with their blood.
Seriously. Not happy about this at all.
Sounds like you need a beer, Spaz. Annoying roommates need to be punished severely, preferably with methods including a squid.
It’s been a shitty weekend. We were on our way to a party on Saturday evening when Irish boyfriend got a call from home saying his dad had been moved to the ICU and that the doctor had recommended all family members be notified immediately to prepare for the possible worst. 
We immediately turned the cab around and he booked a ticket for this morning (Sunday) so he just left a few hours ago for the airport. It’s been frustrating because his dad has been having problems ever since they released him from the hospital a few weeks ago but they wouldn’t take him back until he was almost not breathing and we can’t help feeling that if they had taken him back a bit earlier they could have done something before his conditioned deteriorated to this point. I offered to fly back with him but he told me to stay here, and I think that is best since I wouldn’t be of much practical help there anyway.
It’s always terrifying to be confronted with your parents’ mortality. I am terrible at offering comfort because the more I empathize the more I feel like there’s nothing I can say that would be of much use, and all I can do is pull myself together and just be there for whatever he needs.
Just back from a bambilance run for a guy who got run over by his own truck. Him ->:smack::smack::smack::smack:
Busted lower leg. He was a cranky old fart, too.
Now I’m hungry for squid. Mmmm, calimari.
As a member of the “been there, done that” party, I can say honestly that’s the best thing you can do. Just be there for him. It really does help.
I would imagine that ALL the RNs I work with feel the same way. The orderlies (transporters today) don’t have to wear such a thing! (as far as I know). We don’t have (or want) a union.
I’m just going to say no. This is like many of the hare brained schemes dreamed up by Upper Management where I work. It will die a slow death by lack of attention and follow through. I know my workplace very well. <evil smiley here>
Sorry about Irish Boyfriend’s dad, Haze.
So, rigs, do they expect you to play softball as well? Because to me, they look like softball uniforms. I’ve seen some colorful scrubs at my doctor’s office and NONE of them looked less professional than that t-shirt. Clearly, the suits are insane. I’m with whoever said the suits should have to wear the t-shirts.
I was gone pretty much all day. Fun garden lecture, then meeting, then fun dinner with friends. We laughed A LOT.
Now I’m really tired… Guess I’ll go sleepy-bye.
Hugs.
GT
{{{{{{IB & family}}}}}
ok - I have a question - a fb friend, someone I barely remember from HS, spills her guts to me in chat almost every night. She obviously needs to vent to someone but I am at a loss as to why she picked me. I don’t want to unfriend her abruptly, but I want to nicely ask her to stop pouring her problems into my mug. Any suggestions on a gentle wording thereof?
Strange hat… is it supposed to be a torture instrument of some sort, or just good at keeping rain out?
{{{{Haze}}}} and IrishGuy. Was IrishDad receiving care at home? If they have an arrangement similar to what’s being called “Hospital at Home” in Spain, the idea is that patients who are considered very vulnerable to infection should not be in the Hospital building unless they need the ER; they get nursing care, doctor visits, etc. at home.
{{{{{{Haze & IB}}}}}}; you’re in my thoughts and prayers.
Been laying low; the opthamologist is a conservative type, re: surgery and is advising that I get a new lens prescription filled for the right eye. He says it should hold off surgery for the next 6 months to a year; if not, I contact him and have the surgery on the left eye. (for the cataracts) Not that I’m all that keen on having surgery, mind you, but the optician was more like, “this needs to be done now.” So many health things going on and it feels overwhelming. So that’s why I’ve been so quiet; it’s a bit depressing. Ah well, enough of that.
Happy Sunday all - hey Swampy, is your Lenten thing going okay? How’d the fish and chips fry turn out on Friday?
rigs, that t-shirt is unbelievably tacky! I say we go back to nurses in starched white dresses, white hose, and that adorable white cap… <she says as she runs for cover> My guess about high-5, based on my spouse’s last hospitalization, was the feedback form we got to rate all aspects of his hospital time on a scale of 1-5. At least that’s how they did it at Good Samaritan in Baltimore. But they didn’t dress like they were going to be serving beer at a carnival. eeeeeesh
{{{**Haze **& Boyfriend}}} - losing a parent is never easy. Even when my father-in-law’s mother died at 97, he was torn up. You don’t have to say much of anything, and a hug goes a long way.
Now I want calimari, too. No more squid talk!
We’ve added another fish to the mix - a clown triggerfish. The pic isn’t of ours, but they all look pretty much alike. Our damsel and hippo tank have been picking on the new guy - they back up to him and “beat” him with their tails - it’s a riot to watch. We figured part of the problem is the lack of hiding places, so last night, we took a hammer to my rather hideous coral reef sculpture, and several hunks of it are now set up as “caves” in the tank. We’ll see if anyone adopts one.
Our yard is almost more grass than snow now, and most of the snow that remains is on piles that are slower to melt. We’ve got a week in the 40s ahead - maybe the last of it will go away. Maybe.
C’mon spring!!!
You just get all sorts of weirdos trying to talk to you on fb, don’t you? :dubious:
Ok, sorry, no advice, really.
{{{Haze and IB}}}
I just got out of the shower and now it’s almost time to make breakfast. Gotta run!
Well, helllllllo, nurse! 
(d&r)
Seriously – steal it and get your son’s baseball/soccer team to call themselves the High 5’s. It would be appropriate at the stadium… :dubious:
IMO, any parent who has to give their teen-age child “The [one-shot] Talk” has neglected their parenting for the previous 10 years…
They all know about the Real World. They are responsible for their own anti-virus on their own computers; they are responsible for managing their FB contacts – and by now, I trust them to recognize danger IRL, too.
That’s what *all *you wimmin always say… :dubious: :eek:
As yet another member of the BTDT club – what Spaz said. Just be there. {{{**Haze **and IBF}}}
How the hell should I know? He’s the big Monty Python buff…!
I’m trying to wrap my head around the idea of a 8.8 earthquake… :eek: The one earthquake I actually ever felt was (I think) 5.0 and 80 km away. It wasn’t actually frightening, but it certainly gave the idea of what something stronger could so. And this one in Chile was 10,000 times stronger! :eek: :eek: :eek:
Howdy Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN
Haze it’s hard to know what to do in times like that. Just be there for IB.
Herbs the fish ‘n chips went well. Even Miss I Don’t Eat Fried Fish managed to choke it down. Two plates worth AIR. It was a good evening and the food was tres num if’n I do say so myself. Lent is goin’ well. My “give up” is salty snacks, ie pretzels, potato chips and nuts. I know I could buy unsalted stuff, but that’s not the point. I figure I can use a little less salt in my diet and those are three ways I add a lot of salt to my diet. Thus I am sacrificin’ and doin’ a good thing for myself. Plus I am doing Morning Prayer which I have found to be very calming. I am way less stabby at work. Also I am attending the Wednesday and Friday evening services.
Like I said, we’ll be able to light up town by the shine from my halo when Lent is over.
Ok, need to figure out some brekkie, wake OYKW up and purtify for deheathenization.
Later Y’all!
Afternoon, mumpers! I was beyond good last night, went to the pub and had a fat-club friendly meal, drank diet coke all night until we got back to our town then had only two vodkas in the pub and only one when I got home. Oh, how my halo is shining!
This morning I was up relatively early to go to a Fat Club presentation about becoming a consultant for them and having a group of my own. People keep telling me I can do it, so I thought I’d go and see what it was all about. I am still not 100% convinced but I left them my phone number so I can speak to the district manager about it at greater length. I have a few questions but also wanted time to read the info they gave us before having another chat with her.
Nothing else going on today, it’s cold and grey out there, no sign of either rain or snow (we were promised both) so that’s a good thing. I think it’s a great afternoon for lazing on the sofa catching up on tv stuff and generally vegging. Although I do have my new Wii sports resort wossname to play with if I feel a sudden burst of energy.
SpecialOne - great pics, you haz cute kidlets!
Must go and forage for lunch now…
OYKW is finishin’ up purtification. Then he is taking me to Mickey D’s for a bizkit. I know. Real fancy. Still, I ain’t payin’ so I ain’t complainin’.