Ok, so this is the first time I've ever blogged during a work shift. I'm working on a Tuesday night for the girl who helped me by taking my shift last Saturday so I could go attend a bachelor party. Why am I blogging and not out helping patients? Well, techinically I am helping a patient.
I'm in a "Patient Observer" room. Essentially this means I'm babysitting right now. Usually I loathe sitting. Time usually crawls and I feel much added pressure and sometimes I really feel for the patients safety. Tonight would be considered a very easy "sit". The patient pretty much sleeps all day and even when up, he's very friendly and talk-a-tive. I've had some nights where I've had to physically restrain patients going through alcohol or drug withdrawal, so this is a good change of pace.
I believe I'll get to be back on the floor at 11 when another tech goes on shift, and usually the nurses like having a male tech on the floor. I'm essentially a packmule or general beast of burden.
So, you may be curious about the bachelor party. I was actually quite excited that I was able to find someone willing to switch shifts with me. Usually, a 12 hour overnight weekend shift is not high on people's desirability list. The bachelor party was for a friend who I've known since High School. I got to see some folks that I hadn't seen in some years and met a few new faces.
It was a fairly prototypical bachelor party. One of the groomsmen's parents catered the affair with very, very tasty barbeque ribs and meat with all the fixin's. I think my brother even caved on his ban off "land meat" to eat some BBQ.
There was food, plenty of drink, and of course some adult entertainment arrived - for future reference (in case any of my future groomsmen read this), I'd rather not have this type of bachelor's party. I've never really liked or enjoyed the idea of strippers. I've been to a strip club a handful of times (probably literally 5 times), and I just can't let go of the reality of the situation. You gotta assume that those girls really don't want to be there - other than the monetary incentive of course - and they probably pity the men who go in there.
Oh well enough about that rant...
So, after the entertainment portion we headed downtown and hit up a couple bars. Unfortunately, the social crowd during the summertime in a college town gets somewhat scarce. However, we made the best of it and I believe we achieved the goal of any bachelor party: assuring the groom that there ain't no better alternatives out there for him. =)
Not much else new to relate. I was given a nice set of golf clubs but still haven't made it out to the driving range. I was planning to go this week, so maybe tomorrow after I get a few hours of sleep after work, I'll go brown my skin a little bit at the driving range.
I kinda surprised myself when I stepped on the scale today. I weighed in at 152, a weight I haven't been at since college I think. Oddly, I'm much lighter than I've been in years, but I still don't feel like I'm in very good shape. Actually going running outside is my next goal, but I'm still afraid of the sun and humidity.
I am excited for next week. I'm picking up my sister and her daughter then making the 6 hours trek west to deposit them at my parents house. The last time I saw my neice was over christmas so I'm excited to visit with her again. I hope to mow the lawn while I'm back at my parents house as well.
Till next time...hopefully I'll have more interesting things to say. Oh, I've been in a throwback mood with my music lately. Lots of 90's hip hop and R&B, thus the SLTSFMM this week...
SLTSFMM
She had a tattoo she only wanted boo to see,
But first dim the lights and turn up the Jodeci,
I'm like whatever shorty rock,
We can swing it like that,
Cause on the real this is where its at.
"Renee" by Lost Boyz
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Monikers from Old Ladies...
Well, it's been quite some time since I've posted. I guess it's been a strange mix of boredom and lack of anything exciting to blog about. I've been meaning to post, but just haven't made the time. But, I did get a nice reminder to post something again (thanks for that by the way).
You may have noticed that the background of the blog has changed. The site has an easy and new design tool so I thought I'd play around with it for a bit. So, don't be surprised if the background and layouts change up from time to time. I'll mess with it when I'm bored again. I'll try to make it suck less next time.
I had been wanting to blog about a funny little tally that I've decided to keep at work. This new tallying system keeps me somewhat entertained as I work the graveyard shift (oops, I wanted to stop using the term "graveyard" since I now work in a place where death is a distinct possibility). I should say, I work the "red-eye" or overnight shift.
So what has Boy Gaga been doing to pass the time during the lull periods at into the night? I've decided to keep count of the different nicknames the patients (and nurses for that matter) decide to call me throughout the night. Stupid you say? Yes, I agree, but hell, it sometimes gets kinda boring around 3 am.
Seeing as the patients do meet several healthcare workers each day from the changing shifts, I don't mind at all that they sometimes forget my name. Shoot, I always try and look up the patients name prior to entering each room, but sometimes I do go with the generic "Hey there!" when I go in.
Thus, I make a mental note of the different nicknames I get called. Before your imagination gets a hold of you, I'm talking about the little petnames or terms of endearment that older folks usually dole out to younger (or in my case, younger looking) people.
Its usually fairly easy to remember and seeing as I always have a pen and paper in my pocket, keeping track is a breeze. I'll put together a nice pie chart for you in the next blog so you can visualize it (Why don't I do it now? Well, I'm being lazy).
As you probably guessed, "Sweetie" and "Dear" are near the top of the list and frequently used. I do get "Hon" and the occasional "Babe" (and that's an old lady saying "babe", not some hottie purring babeeee cutely into my ear).
Some of the more infrequent but still mentioned petnames include "sweetpea" and "love".
Male patients typically use "man" (which I don't really keep track of), but will use "guy" and "bud" quite a bit.
I suppose I could get quite insane and begin tracking the incidence rates for each name sorted out by gender, age and hospital visit reason, etc. etc. but that would be way too much work. Not too mention that type of tracking may impede the work I'm supposed to be doing. =)
I'm really hoping that one name starts making a hard charge to the top of the list. For some very strange reason, the mother of one of our younger patients referred to me as "Studs McGee". I found this to be extremely hilarious and it was somewhat fitting since I have a lot of Irish blood running through my veins (that is false). Here's to hoping that I get called Studs McGee more often.
SIDE NOTE: I have no idea where the whole "McGee" thing came from. I often heard my younger cousin saying "McGee" as a thing. For example, if there was a weird looking boy looking over at her and her friends, she would refer to that boy as a "Creepers McGee". Hmm, did that just make any sense? Have you heard this "McGee" phenomenon as well or am I just insane again?
Otherwise, I do like the petname "Sweetpea".
Oh well...
To be honest, nothing much new to report on my end. Just work and finishing up another slew of applications for the different nursing programs. I haven't done anything exciting thus far this summer. I am debating joining a local gym though. The P90X program is good for aerobic activity, but I feel that I need to lift some actual weights to help me turn some of this flab into muscle.
I've also tried to be a little more conscious about what I'm eating, more specifically I'm debating whether to start counting my caloric intake. My brother has gotten uncannily freakish about his calorie count. He's using fitday.com to help track his intake. I'm note sure if i want to get that obsessed about it, but I suppose it is the only way to get really ripped (its working for him by the way).
That's all for me right now, hopefully I'll have a little more insightful and entertaining to share next time. Oh, I hadn't updated The Cerulean in a while as well, but there is a new part up. Until then...
SLTSFFM
If you got it I need it and I'ma put it down
Buckle up; I'ma give it to ya stronger
Hands up; we could go a little longer
Tonight I'ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby
"Rude Boy" by Rihanna
You may have noticed that the background of the blog has changed. The site has an easy and new design tool so I thought I'd play around with it for a bit. So, don't be surprised if the background and layouts change up from time to time. I'll mess with it when I'm bored again. I'll try to make it suck less next time.
I had been wanting to blog about a funny little tally that I've decided to keep at work. This new tallying system keeps me somewhat entertained as I work the graveyard shift (oops, I wanted to stop using the term "graveyard" since I now work in a place where death is a distinct possibility). I should say, I work the "red-eye" or overnight shift.
So what has Boy Gaga been doing to pass the time during the lull periods at into the night? I've decided to keep count of the different nicknames the patients (and nurses for that matter) decide to call me throughout the night. Stupid you say? Yes, I agree, but hell, it sometimes gets kinda boring around 3 am.
Seeing as the patients do meet several healthcare workers each day from the changing shifts, I don't mind at all that they sometimes forget my name. Shoot, I always try and look up the patients name prior to entering each room, but sometimes I do go with the generic "Hey there!" when I go in.
Thus, I make a mental note of the different nicknames I get called. Before your imagination gets a hold of you, I'm talking about the little petnames or terms of endearment that older folks usually dole out to younger (or in my case, younger looking) people.
Its usually fairly easy to remember and seeing as I always have a pen and paper in my pocket, keeping track is a breeze. I'll put together a nice pie chart for you in the next blog so you can visualize it (Why don't I do it now? Well, I'm being lazy).
As you probably guessed, "Sweetie" and "Dear" are near the top of the list and frequently used. I do get "Hon" and the occasional "Babe" (and that's an old lady saying "babe", not some hottie purring babeeee cutely into my ear).
Some of the more infrequent but still mentioned petnames include "sweetpea" and "love".
Male patients typically use "man" (which I don't really keep track of), but will use "guy" and "bud" quite a bit.
I suppose I could get quite insane and begin tracking the incidence rates for each name sorted out by gender, age and hospital visit reason, etc. etc. but that would be way too much work. Not too mention that type of tracking may impede the work I'm supposed to be doing. =)
I'm really hoping that one name starts making a hard charge to the top of the list. For some very strange reason, the mother of one of our younger patients referred to me as "Studs McGee". I found this to be extremely hilarious and it was somewhat fitting since I have a lot of Irish blood running through my veins (that is false). Here's to hoping that I get called Studs McGee more often.
SIDE NOTE: I have no idea where the whole "McGee" thing came from. I often heard my younger cousin saying "McGee" as a thing. For example, if there was a weird looking boy looking over at her and her friends, she would refer to that boy as a "Creepers McGee". Hmm, did that just make any sense? Have you heard this "McGee" phenomenon as well or am I just insane again?
Otherwise, I do like the petname "Sweetpea".
I never did know if Sweetpea was Popeye's son, nephew, little brother or just some random child that Olive Oil abducted. Don't put kidnapping past her, she was one super waifish crazy women.
Oh well...
To be honest, nothing much new to report on my end. Just work and finishing up another slew of applications for the different nursing programs. I haven't done anything exciting thus far this summer. I am debating joining a local gym though. The P90X program is good for aerobic activity, but I feel that I need to lift some actual weights to help me turn some of this flab into muscle.
I've also tried to be a little more conscious about what I'm eating, more specifically I'm debating whether to start counting my caloric intake. My brother has gotten uncannily freakish about his calorie count. He's using fitday.com to help track his intake. I'm note sure if i want to get that obsessed about it, but I suppose it is the only way to get really ripped (its working for him by the way).
That's all for me right now, hopefully I'll have a little more insightful and entertaining to share next time. Oh, I hadn't updated The Cerulean in a while as well, but there is a new part up. Until then...
SLTSFFM
If you got it I need it and I'ma put it down
Buckle up; I'ma give it to ya stronger
Hands up; we could go a little longer
Tonight I'ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby
"Rude Boy" by Rihanna
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