Tagged: Work

A return to blogging

It’s been some time since I blogged – I thought I’d have more time once I finished a few major projects, but it turns out that to finish major projects you actually have to work at them.

So, here I am, unfinished, under blogged and overwhelmed.


Lost and found

So, we found a wallet at work today. Dropped under the seat in the waiting room by an elderly patient.

I suggested we open the wallet, check the driver’s id and cross-reference it to the patient list so we could ring the person.

I was accused of:

  1. Being nosy.
  2. Invading people’s privacy.
  3. Being rude.
  4. Being “young”.
  5. Being too impulsive.

Are you serious? I mean, what the heck?

What are you supposed to do?????? (Angry question marks!) Have I been breaking some major wallet etiquette all my adult life? Can you imagine losing your wallet and never finding it because some total numpty refused to open it in order to protect your “privacy”.


The ludicrous thing was that I was the only person in a room of 5 that thought this was odd. Then they spent 30 minutes alternating between berating me and condescending to me.

I’m shocked, shocked I tell you, that the roof did not lift clean off with the force of my eye rolls.



Merry May: Monday-itis

It was soooo hard getting up this morning. Sooooo hard. I am feeling better though, so that’s a plus šŸ™‚

  1. One thing that made me happy – I got some good, complimentary comments on my work!
  2. One thing Iā€™m grateful for – The super delicious, delightful cream doughnut I had for lunch.
  3. One thing I did for someone else ā€“ Did some information transfers and read some notes for someone.

Monday starts a busy week ahead but it definitely could have started off a lot worse so, yay!!


It’s one of those days today šŸ™‚ Things are picking up this week, they’re definitely better than they were last week šŸ™‚ We bought a new washing machine (yay!) and I went out last night to sample some cocktails (Rum Daiquiri – should have been called a Yum Daiquiri! *badum-tisshhhhhh*)

This morning I don’t feel hungover, but I’m definitely tired – let me tell you, it’s really hard to study when you don’t feel with it. But I have data to collect! So I’m at work, collecting data and wasting my time with the internet in the meanwhile. Even that’s getting boring!

ImageThat’s all right though, that’s what WordPress is for! Yeah baby!

A bag of cement

I work in a hospital and deal with post-operative cardiac patients on a regular basis. I had the pleasure (for blogfodder)/ shock/ misfortune/ horror of seeing someone readmitted today two weeks after his original surgery.

I’ll just lay out some background for you:

  1. The sternum is broken and opened for access during cardiac surgery. THIS WAS NOT A KEYHOLE OPERATION.
  2. The sternum is wired shut and the skin sewn up when they’re done.
  3. Patients are advised not to lift any more than 2 kilos for 6 weeks.
  4. They are advised not to drive because of the chance of hurting themselves and their wound for a minimum of 4 weeks.

This genius of a man came back in for a sternal rewiring because at two weeks post-op, so only about 1 week after leaving hospital, he picked up a bag of cement.ImageThe internet reliably (ha!) informs me that the weight of the cement bag was not 2kg. Maybe more like 25kg.

Poor health choices, man whose chest ripped open, poor health choices.

The elevators

If I’m screaming “Hold the lift! Hold the lift!” and looking into your eyes as I run toward you don’t just stare at me and do nothing.

Then, when I stick my hand in and open the door, don’t turn around and mutter something about how you’re never going to get to the ground floor at this rate.

You’re a dick.