12 hours

i learned something about myself working as an aide on a med-surg floor, with 6-9 patients per night.

i can do anything for 12 hours.

i can wrestle crazyee's, wipe poop, hold back hair to keep it from going into the vomit, clean up poop, pee, vomit........ANYTHING. i can do it. for 12 hours at a time.

but man, i had a shift recently that made me wanna lose my mind. it wasn't even really hard or anything , it was just...........mentally taxing. both of my patients were the kind that drive ICU nurses to burn out.

standing in the red corner, weighing in at confused, obeys commands intermittently, and needs to be restrained, we have Mr. Poop-oozer. a gin-u-wine vented heavy that would ooze poop everytime he coughed or was suctioned or moved. every-single-time.

poop that was too thick for a rectal tube, and too soft to be formed, but juuuuuuuuuuuuuust right to ooooooze out all of my shift.

*sigh*

standing to my left, in the blue corner, we have Mr Used To Workhere. he's confused as well, not oriented, forgetful, and mentally, he is gone man, just gone. there is nothing up there.

warning, if you hadn't figured it out already, this is a vent post. for those you with weaker stomachs, now might be the time to look away........

if i had both of these doods for more than 1 day, i might have shot myself. or been rooting for a mucus plug or something.

anyways, i'm sure i'm forgetting half of the stuff that i was gonna post............and i' starting to type phunny. time for bed.

g'night!