A cranky older gentleman when informed that he must wait until he is transferred to Phase II recovery to get dressed and leave:
"You call this a hospital? It's more like a laboratory."
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.
I have not posted in awhile and am full of excuses:
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.
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.
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!
4. When I get home, I want to play with my kids and sleep. I know I need to exercise, but soooo tired. Maybe I will lay my head down on the table right now........................................