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 Today I did many things I'd like to remember  I was the first at a rapid response, and I grabbed a non rebreather immediately after assessing the patient and put it on right in time with minimal assessment. When he started to code, I got the BVM and started to assist with ventilations. When Renate arrived I was already doing what I should be!! She did compliment my presence timiless and good judgement in front of the managers later on. The anesthesia resident asked me to check his page, call them back,  and heck downstairs where there was another code happening and he thanked me for the help. I was important and useful!  Later I volunteered to help out on another floor. A woman there was shouting vile things and profanity and I spoke to her and she shut up a little.  The RRT nurse at the first RRT said I'm a code magnet and we laughed because I'm just always there when they get called overhead.  I clocked in at around 0636 and stayed until 0052. I would ha...

Life has moved too quickly to chart daily on what happens, so I'll have to abbreviate the past few weeks of january.  first with some events  I've been working lots. I saw my first patient of mine who i knew and spoke to code and die, between the floor and the elevator before we stopped them at the ICU. so many events have taken place in the hospital. Yet, the days there are still slow sometimes. This past monday  for instance, positively dragged. I had nothing to do for nearly the entire 16 hour shift. I spend too much time staring at my phone, calculating the pay I'm making, eating whatever the cafeteria provides.  Today I made asparagus and peppers and boiled eggs and drank 3 beers. I feel so tired even now I feel I must retire to sleep again. It's been a 16, and 8, and a 16 tomorrow. The pace is break neck  I wish I had more reserve to write but I feel weary. I can only lay and watch or listen. tomorrow I will work again for nearly the last time.  the t...

 last night I went out to providence for Michaelas birthday  we had a good time, had some drinks. The lady who played us touch tunes was a real G. Even bought us green tea shots. (how do  you make thsoe)?  I want to  say more but I don't  have time before bed now.  I followed the white car home that night on 146 and laughed a lot as they panicked. They started it, in my defense,  but racing at 100 mph  and blocking me. Whatever.  Today I woke  up to the sunshine, how glorious, and  spent a relaxed morning before the  calls and emails started coming in. It became a blur. I actually went to the hospital to use the restroom, absurd as it is.  I picked  up a  shift at Saint Anne's and confirmed my fate for tomorrows additional 16 hours. 48 this week  plus  another 8, and unless I weasel out of it, another 8, making a nice round 64  I can't tell if  I'm  too  sick  or not. I...

 Waking up feeling somewhat weary,  and congested, and with a mild headache.  I slept my eight hours at least, and now that I'm listening to Coltrane and Duke spit over the dregs of my  morning  cup of coffee I'm feeling much better, albeit not quite  at 100%.  I'm  reading about incense and how to make it stick in my room. I think I'll  go shopping later and buy  some  I'll need groceries too. and probably some vitamins? And I need to clean my clothes.   I'm considering going back to work tomorrow, but doing so would require that I  

 18  hours  16  working  2 driving   $240 dollars  with an additional differential for the night  and triple overtime on top  they promise $24 for every hour if  you pull  48 in a week   and $30 for every hour at 60  plus differentials  plus 1.5x overtime for  20 hours it's a no brainer.  to pull 60 hours this week would reduce the next 5 to easy profits  and days off  to pull 60 hours, I could what is likely  10% of my entire income last year  to pull 60 hours I'll need to  take off 3 I had planned  and hope to take off an 8 for simplicities sake  I could work  

 1/1/22  I woke up this morning to a thick, dark blanket of fog. I got my coffee's from 2 shops as they opened at 0600 in the morning and set off on my way to Fall River. 146 was so deeply entrenched in fog I could hardly see more than a few seconds ahead on the road, but I plunged onward, shaving a few minutes off my ETA as I went. The streetlights near the broad and fast part of the highway after the last light and before you reach Lincoln, Rhode Island looked like bright buttons in a quit of cloud. Suddenly I felt I was no longer racing down the highway on a cold damp new morning, but that I was gently  maneuvering under a dank blanket which covered the hills and the trees and the towns, my hot breath blowing back in my face as I shifted it's batting with my fast moving car.  The day stayed so wet, though I spent most of it in the emergency room. It wasn't as exciting as Christmas or the day  the other week, in fact I spent the majority of day making calls to...