tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19882353223769066522024-02-07T13:08:57.478-08:00The Doctor Stole My Stethoscopernraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-74490291202276230012013-01-01T17:09:00.002-08:002013-01-01T17:09:24.685-08:00Quote of the Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Seen in a History and Physical written by an Orthopedic Surgeon:<br />
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rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-5754382600152846642012-10-23T10:46:00.000-07:002012-10-23T10:46:19.527-07:00The Explanation for my Absence<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Follow up: In my report to the Phase II nurse, I mentioned that the patient was "a little grouchy". The Phase II nurse stopped by later and accused me of giving her a grossly inaccurate report. She said "Grouchy was not the word. That guy was actually an asshole". Ahhh...technicalities. Tomato/tomaahto. I guess one person's grouchy is another person's asshole.</div>rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-79492766244460728952012-02-07T05:40:00.000-08:002012-02-07T05:40:37.461-08:00The Duke Knows<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPkDQiWaQ6VM5NOiA8CE8-m2IB1T8KCPYzSZs_w67QEd3EhXta8hP5QO5micx_QhUgV6R66uA_FSkhZdRCc6KyPL0ySK-Fn2YClWnwUfDeQqcihV9e3w91CEUGitLYrVdJ5Vb__nK6rI/s1600/john+wayne.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPkDQiWaQ6VM5NOiA8CE8-m2IB1T8KCPYzSZs_w67QEd3EhXta8hP5QO5micx_QhUgV6R66uA_FSkhZdRCc6KyPL0ySK-Fn2YClWnwUfDeQqcihV9e3w91CEUGitLYrVdJ5Vb__nK6rI/s1600/john+wayne.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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1. We have had a mass exodus of nurses, respiratory therapists and techs from my somewhat hoodish hospital. Beautiful -New -Suburban -All Private -Room -Hospital -With -A -Gourmet -Chef has siphoned quite a bit of our staff away. Shortstaffing has led to chaos and lots of overtime for everyone.<br />
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2. My professional mentor was fired recently (a blogpost for sure when I get the emotional distance to write about it), leaving me sad and discouraged. I do know, however, that if Florida had unions, it sure as hell would not have happened.<br />
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3. PACU traditionally consists of 4 ten hour shifts a week, plus weeknight and weekend call. We have had a few nurses leave who want to go back to the 3 12 hour shift workweek. More overtime for me!<br />
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I have noticed this same thing with many of my patients. They do not understand why they need to get their knees and/or hips replaced, why they are hypertensive, why they have lower back pain. Many do not even realize that they are obese. Are their physicians not discussing this with them? Now keep in mind that I am not talking about the pleasantly plump individual or the person who has "a little more to love". The patients to whom I am referring are truly in the category of obese, sometimes morbidly so. And it is not just the patient's health that is affected. Every time they pull a 400 lb patient up in their bed or transfer a 350 lb person from a stretcher to a bed, health care workers sigh in relief when their backs emerge unscathed. <br />
How do we get the collective American waistline to shrink a bit? This gentleman at CNN compares the response needed for this issue to the war on smoking and even more so to the campaign to reduce highway fatalities <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2012/01/02/opinion/frum-america-fatter/index.html?hpt=hp_bn9" target="_blank">cnn.com</a>. <br />
Now my muffin top has grown from barely noticeable to semi-in-your-face over the holiday season, so I am certainly not immune to the pleasures of pumpkin pie, fudge, and cookies. However, seeing the debilitating health issues that my obese patients face absolutely does help motivate me to not let my weight get too out of control, kind of like old ladies with broken hips inspire me to take my calcium. It is hard in a world where processed, sugary and fatty food is less expensive than fresher, more nourishing choices to always do the healthy thing. However, if we can just get ourselves to the the healthy thing a little more often, I think we could make some giant gains...or giant losses in this case.</div>rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-71483084895047308642012-01-01T11:59:00.000-08:002012-01-01T11:59:35.762-08:00New Year Cookies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">In the South we have some New Year's culinary traditions. Often the New Year's Day dinner consists of a slow cooked pork roast, greens, and black eyed peas. Some people say that eating greens, such as turnip greens, collards or spinach will ensure a healthy cash flow in the new year. It is also thought that eating black eyed peas will bring one luck throughout the coming year. Courtesy of Wikipedia: <br />
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<i>Another suggested origin of the tradition dates back to the Civil War, when <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Union_%28American_Civil_War%29" title="Union (American Civil War)">Union</a> troops, especially in areas targeted by General <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Tecumseh_Sherman" title="William Tecumseh Sherman">William Tecumseh Sherman</a>, typically stripped the countryside of all stored food, crops, and livestock, and destroyed whatever they could not carry away. At that time, Northerners considered "field peas" and <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Field_corn" title="Field corn">field corn</a> suitable only for animal fodder, and did not steal or destroy these humble foods.<sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-6"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black-eyed_pea#cite_note-6"><span>"</span><span></span></a></sup></i><br />
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Some hardliners insist that it is necessary to eat 365 black eyed peas at the meal to be lucky all year, but that seems like a lot of peas to me. Flatulence galore! When I lived in a small town in North Carolina, I was introduced to another New Year's Eve food, chow chow. This is a sometimes spicy relish made with tomatoes and peppers (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chow-chow" target="_blank">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chow-chow</a> ). Man, that was some good stuff. When I married into my husband's family, I inherited a recipe for a cookie they make every January 1st. Now I know greens represent green money, so hopefully these delicious brown chocolate cookies do not invite a year full of $hi+. I prefer to think of them as representing a sweet start to the year. I don't know. Either way, they are easy and awesomely delicious.<br />
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Raquel's Grandmother in Law's Delicious New Year Cookies <br />
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Heat 1 cup white sugar, 1/4 cup cocoa, 1/4 cup milk, and 5 large marshmallows in a medium saucepan over medium heat, stirring constantly, until boiling. Remove from heat.<br />
Stir in 1/4 cup peanut butter, 1 tsp vanilla extract, 1/4 cup butter (half of a stick), and 2 cups quick cooking or old fashioned oats. Mix well.<br />
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His take on the Cain/sexual harassment controversy:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>"Well, I don't see what the big deal is. Now if the media was showing a picture of him with two naked strippers with his hands up both their twats....now that would get my attention."</b></span><br />
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I'll bet it would, Sir, I'll bet it would.</div>rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-23237396232839653652011-10-26T04:50:00.000-07:002011-10-26T04:50:39.931-07:00Happy Halloween to my Friends in Obstetrics<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">A nurse friend sent me this<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-crkzHXZC1Qm98I3YsnRtTRYbv9wsH0TIBHHN5HicaqPT5A-rkP7WELrUXSHl6gg_VRvHKnopx6RQ88bDZ3FXvOCbvOj1wiszh8mJz_xrkO_nHiHjjsOcVvrIebtC5sUUSrUgle_ga8/s1600/october+2011+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-crkzHXZC1Qm98I3YsnRtTRYbv9wsH0TIBHHN5HicaqPT5A-rkP7WELrUXSHl6gg_VRvHKnopx6RQ88bDZ3FXvOCbvOj1wiszh8mJz_xrkO_nHiHjjsOcVvrIebtC5sUUSrUgle_ga8/s320/october+2011+010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>What is this stuff? I used to see rashes all day in ER and urgent care, but this is a new one. I first thought it was a ringworm, fungal type of thing, but I'm not sure that the mild antifungal cream did a whole lot. It has been on the legs, top of feet and now very prominently on the back. I finally took the little guy to the Nurse Practitioner, who was not sure what it was and prescribed a combination antifungal/steroid cream. The Medical Assistant who triaged us in the office was positive she knew what it was and it looked like she had been around a looong time and had seen a lot of kids, but the Nurse Practitioner would not commit to a Dx. The cream seemed to do the trick. He has has not had the cream applied for several days now, and the rash is still gone. Opinions? </div>rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-70043265399392478752011-09-17T17:49:00.000-07:002011-09-17T17:49:43.131-07:00Urology News<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://www.latimes.com/health/boostershots/la-heb-eel-penis-spa-urethra-20110916,0,4162133.story">Eel enters man's penis in spa treatment, is surgically removed</a><br />
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Ewww. That is so not my idea of a day at the spa. Can you imagine the urologist's response when informed of the patient's chief complaint?</div>rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-19064007190281081142011-09-10T09:13:00.000-07:002011-09-10T09:13:08.542-07:00Question of the Day<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">This question was posed to me by a brand new nurse, but is something that I have also wondered about in the past.<br />
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"<span style="font-size: large;">Why do so many Respiratory Therapists smoke?"</span><br />
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But I digress. Hospitals and the agencies that oversee them really do love to make up their own abbreviations and acronyms. Some examples:<br />
SCIP=Surgical Care Improvement Plan<br />
CAT=Crisis Assistance Team<br />
PCAT (pronounced "pee-cat") =Pastoral Care Assistance Team<br />
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Our latest at my hospital is "OAT", which stands for Organization, Attitude, Teamwork. Our management came up with this gem in response to patient dissatisfaction with staff attitudes, "communication between staff members", and "timely response to patient needs". In other words, our Press Gainey scores are in the toilet.<br />
Our managers are running around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying desperately to improve our patient satisfaction scores. All of our managers have started threatening staff with discipline if they have any unsatisfied patients. There have been loud chewing outs in front of other staff, and now actual firings of some pretty good nurses, who for one reason or another did not measure up to their manager's personal definition of "OAT". <br />
So, I have created a new acronym of my own. I call it VOMIT, to describe the latest panicked attempts by the higher ups to fix our staff and resurrect our scores. It stands for:<br />
Violent Obnoxious Mean Intimidating Tactics<br />
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Last week I glanced at a patient's demographic sheet and noticed an interesting detail.<br />
His religion was listed as "Caucasian".<br />
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<a href="http://jalopnik.com/5823167/the-ten-coolest-ambulances/gallery/1">http://jalopnik.com/5823167/the-ten-coolest-ambulances/gallery/1</a></div>rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-24499811983212964342011-07-24T11:49:00.000-07:002011-07-24T11:49:56.684-07:00Green Tea?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Last night our break room microwave had completely quit working. So, I ventured into the surgical waiting room to get some hot water for my tea. Some family members of a patient saw me and struck up a conversation. As I was heading back to work, they asked me what I was drinking. I told them that I was drinking green tea.<br />
The woman literally turned up her nose at me. "Hmmph" she said and turned to her daughter "She looks like the kind of person who would drink green tea". <br />
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<a href="http://babymaddiebelle.blogspot.com/"> http://babymaddiebelle.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Thank you! </div>rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-73550392009992140692011-06-18T06:58:00.000-07:002011-06-18T06:58:15.246-07:00Really, Sir?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I did not realize that using a urinal was so complicated. My rather healthy young adult male patient assured me that he genuinely needed my assistance to urinate in the ubiquitous plastic container. He was not in any way paralyzed. He was not one of those males so obese that he needed help locating his penis. He simply wanted me to position and hold it in place while he used the urinal. That would be a no.<br />
Of course he later used the urinal successfully all by himself.</div>rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988235322376906652.post-54276900231329182412011-06-08T05:44:00.000-07:002011-06-08T05:44:17.860-07:00Europe and the USAApparently this photo is from 2004, long before I entered the blogosphere. So, bear with me if you have seen it before. I admit that I do eat fast food sometimes. Working 12 hour shifts and shuttling kids to activities sometimes makes the drive thru inevitable, but I can definitely appreciate the humor. <br />
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A gentleman in his 80's a couple days out from neck surgery was having trouble urinating. I got an order to straight cath him, which I did. He put out about a liter of urine and was much more comfortable afterwards. <br />
I returned a while later, asking him how he was doing. he informed me that he had been able to urinate on his own.<br />
"Are you having burning when you urinate, Sir?" I asked him.<br />
"No, Maam," he replied "and I can tell you I don't have VD."<br />
"Well, that's good to know," I said <br />
"But you know I had the clap once" he started reminiscing, smiling dreamily. "Actually I had it twice when I was in the army. Back in Japan, you know. Goop just started dripping everywhere. Come to think of it, I recall I had the clap three times. Those were some good times, I tell ya" .rnraquelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12679043874388955256noreply@blogger.com1