**rigs ** - you need to keep a pointy stick near at hand for just such an event! 
rigs some people well, they just are.
I’m glad it wasn’t me she asked. I would be unemployed cause I would’ve probably said sump’n along the lines of, “the patient asked us to take as long as possible so he/she could be away from you the most amount of time.”
Then again, I’m pleasant like that.
Perhaps you could have offered to see if they could do the express version: open the patient up, let the relatives sew them up again…? :rolleyes: :rolleyes: :rolleyes: Ya just have to wonder about some people.
Dinner is et and dishes are put away. Off to move stuff to the basement.
GT
Aw, you guys are great. She was just so bitchy about it. I get that she was frustrated and when I tried to identify her feelings (like a good nurse does) she slapped me down and told me she was surprised we didn’t have “edit” at this hospital, after all at the hospital she works at, they have “edit”, which took me into a fruitless quest to find out from her what “edit” is. (we have various programs here called SCIP or HOP–we’re all waiting for JUMP. :rolleyes: So I was trying to figure out EDIT* ). I would LOVE to say to some one like her: let’s get you scrubbed and YOU DO IT. Grrrr.
This pt ended up in ICU and rightly so–this woman is critically ill. The 12 family members who left no room for the other 11 pts’ family members in the ICU waiting room were a bit too much for me. When I left they were complaining about not having enough chairs. Good god–our jobs are hard enough.
Thanks for letting me vent. I feel for this family and pt–she may well die. But others are in need and deserve chairs, too.
Turns out “edit” means etiquette. Words cannot describe how I felt when I got that insight (silently).
{{{{{rigs}}}}} I’m sure the woman in question is horribly upset, but that doesn’t make it any easier on you.
(The snarky part of me is muttering how your patients’ families at least have a lot more reason to be grouchy about stuff than the people who call me who get incredibly upset over piddly crap. That doesn’t excuse their rudeness, though!)
Really? Awesome! What book?
ETA: You’re Indian in spirit, anyway. 
Argh!!
I think I pulled my left calf muscle pretty badly. Possibly tore something. I was kinda running to the garbage chute carrying 5 bags of garbage; four were pretty light, but there was a full bag of kitty litter that was pretty heavy, and I was carrying it all in one hand (so I had a hand free to open the garbage room door and chute). Well, as I was kinda half running, I felt something … move suddenly. Like a muscle group was suddenly snapped into a new position. And bloody hell did it hurt.
Now I can’t bend my ankle down without pain. Which means when I try to walk, I can sorta make the step from vertical to my rear, but putting my foot in front, which necessitates my ankle bend down to meet the ground in front of me, just ain’t happening.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
This is gonna be ridiculously stiff and sore in the morning. I just hope I can walk it off enough to make it to work.
Perhaps Miss Congeniality should go to her hospital and get her some of that “edit” you use when she’s at your hospital rigs.
Reminds me how I chewed three people out in a waiting room on the day my father died. Needless to say that was not a good day for my family. We’re sittin’ there comforting and consoling each other when these people had the nerve to ask us to be quieter so they could sleep. I jumped all over ‘em and reminded them that if they needed to sleep there were several motels nearby and that I knew this fact cause I had spent the past several nights sleepin’ in one. GRRRRRR… Then someone did come in and tell them that they would have to remove their sleeping bags from the waiting room. Oh and they had clothes thrown all over the place too. They were also told that was not to be anymore. Some people really do need some edit.
ETA: Ouch Mindude. Look on the bright side… it’s a good time to practice your Igor impression since you’re walkin’ like that.
Do one of you guys wanna bitch out my first cousin? I’m not allowed to because I’m younger. When my uncle died this spring, his own son stole the ceremonial oil from his shrine to sell for drug money.
I know addictions are tough but I don’t care - he treated his dad like shit in life. The least he could do was leave him be in death.
Oh, I’m Igor-ing like a mofo. I’ve found I can walk a tad better if I turn my leg to the side and walk with it kinda sideways.
Oh, and the pain must have addled my brain. The forward steps I can take. I just can’t bend the ankle up, so the transition from front to rear ain’t happenin’. I get about as far as perpendicular to the ground and my calf says, “WHOA, whoa, knock it off asshole.”
And I’m all outta A535. I had some sport gel, but it’s been so long since I used it, it’s become sport Jell-O.
I’m gonna look like such a cripple walking into work tomorrow. Assuming I have sufficient mobility to get there.
ETA: YAY! I found a single-use Tensor heated patch. I’m puttin’ this puppy on.
People can just be crazy can’t they rigs?
I get rude people a fair bit (truck drivers) and I just want to kick them sometimes. Hope tomorrow is better.
I’m home now. Did end up with sausage (no kolbassa 
) and pierogies and saurkraut for supper. Now I’m all sleepy and pondering an eaaaarly bed time because I am just tired this week. Get through tomorrow and I have the weekend to do some sleeping, some cleaning, and just chill alonelike when I can convince Velociraptor to play with his dinos or blocks.
There are the rude ones, and then you have the ones like the delightful older Irish lady I just spoke to who called me “love” the whole time. I try to let the great ones make up for the horrible ones, though I don’t always succeed (or perhaps not even often succeed!).
Oh dear. In my quest to figure out what might have happened to my calf, I looked up this Wiki article.
Yowch!
But I dunno if this applies entirely. There was the “pop” (felt, not heard) during acceleration, sudden pain – all there. But no spasms, no down-pointing toes. No swelling that I’ve noticed yet. No bruises yet, but it may be too early to tell. The time to heal – yikes.
Could I have torn it maybe not quite as badly as all that? Or maybe almost tore it, but really just pulled it really badly? I hope it’s not truly a torn calf muscle. It doesn’t really hurt at the moment – a very distant ache when I’m not on it. (That tensor bandage did squat.) It only hurts when I try to walk.
Oi… I’ve never had anything resembling a serious injury. No broken bones, lost limbs, etc. Not even a proper sprain. I did once jab a box cutter through my right index finger – wholly unintentional, just a stupid accident, but that’s the worst, and it wasn’t even that bad. (Well, I mean, it went right through, but it was only the fleshy part where the index finger meets the palm; it missed the bone and any significant veins.)
I think I’m going to go to bed now. I don’t expect this will be any better by the morning; this feels like something that’s going to take a while to heal.
Haze, apparently we’re indistinguishable. When did that happen?! :eek:
And which one of us is more disconcerted about that? 
Mork, sending healing thoughts your way.
Ouch, Mork, that suxxorz! tosses virtual Icy-Hot and some aspirin
Rigs, pipples is quite often arseholes. Sorry they’re being sphincterish on your watch–perhaps they’ll get the hemmorhoids such types are prone to?!
tosses Mika a bucket of ass kickin’ for sleazy cousin Here ya go, apply as needed!
Lessee–tortellini salad, done. Chicken, done. Taters, done. Eggs boiled and cooling for egg sallit, done. Food mostly done, yay. Now it’s all about fiddly stuff in zippy bags and pantry items. Still need ice, liquor and small propane tanks, all available readily in the morning. Still need to finish one item of garb, fifteen minutes tops. Still need to vacuum the living room, yeesh.
Coming along well, really. All things considered and that…
Okay, back on my feet for the next round!
slog slog slog slog
Morning all. Still dealing with snot-faced toddler, who fortunately slept well (thanks to Vicks Baby Balsam, a tilted cot and a humidifier). Hubby had a huge fight with MIL about it (the head-cold) yesterday, as MIL tried to tell him I was a bad mother for not taking HRH to see a doctor (for a head-cold???). MIL has the (rather typical) mindset that unless you go the doctor and get “medicine” for your child, you must be a bad parent. :smack: Forget trying to explain the whole virus concept to her, and how it’s not good to give small children drugs unnecessarily! So anyway, hubby and MIL had a bit of a shouting match, which ended with hubby telling MIL to bugger off and see how she feels about NOT seeing HRH on a daily basis. Sigh … I think it will be a very loooooong week!
{{{rigs}}}
I need to stay out of threads when the word Oriental is ever mentioned. Seriously. It’s bad for my health.
Roo, I always thought we could be twins.
Hugs to everyone who needs them, seems as though it has been a difficult day for quite a few MMPers. Sorry for another short note, but I am beat, and have to face the dentist tomorrow about an abscessed tooth. I saw him last week and he put me on penicillin, so hopefully everything is fine, although it doesn’t feel fine. I may come home minus a tooth, yee fricken haw. However the forecast is for sun and temps in the lower 60’s, so there is a plus.
Anyway, my bed is calling, so you’ll have to wait for Kodiak photos until tomorrow.
mika I have so enjoyed your poetry, and it’s nice to see you back. Everyone elses poems were nice too. I hope for better reading comprehension tomorrow.
Morning Mumpers! It’s my last day in this job and I’ve just had my exit interview with the divisional director. I think I managed to moan about everything! At least she’s a nice person and didn’t mind the lack of positive things I’ve had to say about this job.
Now all I’ve got to do is sort out the last few bits and pieces, and finish off my handover notes. Tin Knickers is on leave today so I have already officially said goodbye to her. Ding dong, the witch is dead!
:does happy dancing, flings confetti with reckless abandon:
Congratulations, BooFae!
Mika, your cousin is an idjit. May he some day get out of his haze (NOH) long enough to understand the pain he’s causing others.
I’m trying to reverse-engineer a piece of lousy design. Not fun. Meanwhile the boss wants to know whether I’ve figured out whether Finance’s desires have an impact on our work; well, they do have an impact, but I can’t tell you exactly how much or what until a) I’ve figured out how the hell are we supposed to be doing the things we’re already supposed to be doing for Finance, b) they’ve finished defining what the heck is it they want and c) they’ve communicated it to us in a semiunderstandable fashion.
Today is St James, patron saint of Spain and of any James you guys know 
But we’re at work because we’re supposed to follow the same calendar as the client… only, when the client has a holiday and it isn’t one back home, we do come in, too. Something there ain’t quite right