my eyes are burning

I am so tired my eyes are burning. My manager looked at me today and she goes...
' Annie.. you look tired.'

I am tired Kathy.

'I mean, you look really, REally, tired.'

I am really, really tired.

'I think I know what you need.'

what's that?

'Coffee!'

I think I got that covered.

Then there was some pharmacist guy sitting right next to me when she said this all and when she left he looks at me and says, ' you know, when people say you look really tired they are basically saying you look like crap.'
-hmm... yeah. I'm over it.
'well, I don't think you look like crap.'
Thanks. I don't think you look like crap either.

What a great day. What a great compliment. Probably one of the nicer things someone could say.
My patient was boring. His pH was altered so he wasn't really 'with it.' Which is another reason I enjoy ICU. People can't complain or make you get them stuff when they aren't conscious. It's actually pretty fun to talk to unconscious people. You can talk to them about anything, or just tell them random stuff. Like, ' I hope that they have chicken soup for lunch today.' or, 'Hey Fred, will you remind me to get your blood sugar around 11:30? .....? '
JUst KIDDING!! Maybe not that last one, but you get the point.

There was a meeting after work today, I was late, along with a couple other people that had to stay late to help with the transfers we were doing . Anyways, we got there and all of the important info about the vents and the bipaps was all done. ( we were only 15 minutes late..) When we got there, Kathy then stood up to say something to the extent of, : We aren't praying enough at meetings.' So, she read this really long prayer. Then she read this really long story about a guy who lived through a code blue. It was a really annoying story. It went something like this:
'Oh oh , the pain in my chest. Why isn't anybody helping with the pain in my chest!? All of you, stop talking, listen to me, the pain in my chest is unbearable. Don't put that on me, Ouch! Etc.. etc.. etc.. pain in his chest etc,.. etc.. etc.. annoying.
That took about 20 minutes, then she talked about how we should be reminded that when people are in a code situation to mind what we say, and that ' hearing is the last sense to go' when you are dying.
Okay crazy guy that wrote this story, obviously the people that were talking to eachother about what they were going to do to you next knew what they were doing, because you're alive now. So sit down and shut up. Of course your chest hurt. Maybe you should be so obese and smoke all of the time, then maybe you wouldn't have had this massive MI that put you into a code.
Apparently now we are all supposed to be calm and quiet, emphasis on the quiet part.
I was talking to one lady after the meeting and we were imitating what the new Code situations would be like.
'Ahem.... psst..... is everybody clear? Everybody clear? '

'mm hmm.... I'm charging the machine.'

'I'm clear your clear everybody's clear..'
-shocking-

Then there are 4 more people on the floor. Death by electrocution. Genius.
Maybe when the doctor asks them on admission if they want to be a full code he will also ask their favorite song. That way we can have it handy if they start dying and blast it on the stereo. I think if I were dying I'd try to pick a funny song in the background. Like something by the backstreet boys, or Raffi. ' A peanut butter sandwich made with jam, that's the best 'wich' that i've ever had is a peanut butter sandwich made with jam. yum yum yum yum yum!'
Or that one country song by montgomery gentry, 'gone like a freight train gone like yesterday gone like a soldier in the civil war bang bang.. etc.'

This blog is dumb. I'm real tired. Going to bed now. .. hopefully I will sleep this time.