Quintessential personification of a "hot-mess" elaboration.

Hello blogging world. Merry Christmas! I'm not really feeling the Christmas spirit this year, hence that I am sitting in my room alone, still in my PJs and blogging.

I typically try not to post about anything personal, considering this is visible to the world wide web, so I'll just be indirect and vague. Let's see how far I an get with that. 

Two years ago I was under the impression that I had finally gotten exactly what I wanted for Christmas, after a long and confusing chase, it seemed like things finally fell into place. Looking back, everything was tainted and buried in lies. Just slightly depressing. 

It's kind of interesting how we are all such creatures of habit. Ever notice that your past seems to repeat itself, just with different people and different places, but in reality it's the same situation? Vague enough for you?

I'm listening to Ingrid Michaelson as I am writing this, which is probably adding to the tone of this post. 

So, yeah, lately I've been drinking too much, which seems to have added to my problems instead of burying them! New year's resolutions seem so appropriate right about now. Let's see, here's my list: 1) Get into freaking amazing shape 2) Be more spontaneous 3) Watch more movies 4) Save money 5) Make an "A" in chemistry. 

I'm kind of disappointed that I am probably only going to be taking one class next semester, but apparently I was unaware of how signing up for classes at UCF worked and now all of the ones I needed are full. Oh well, I'll make the most of it and rock out chem. 

New topic (that will somehow fit in with the rest of this post):Friday was insane at work. All of the crazies decided to pay us a visit. We saw 73 patients. That probably does not mean anything to most of you, but a typical medical office sees approximately 20 patients a day.

Apparently one patient that we saw Friday takes lorazepam(Ativan) and Ambien because of "Severe situational stress disorder due to neighbors. Example: they have threatened my life and shot a gun a short distance from me."

Unfortunately whenever I run into legit crazy people I feel a little better about myself and think I'm not quite the hot mess that I really am.

Merry Christmas. 

"Broke ankle" and Dilaudid

This is probably a topic no one gives a crap about, but I wanna explain why I like my job once in a while. Typically people are not that sick. Sore throats, UTIs (which do suck, but you're probably not going to die), COUGHS, gout, shoulder pain, ant bites: boring.

I personally love it when people are legitimately sick or hurt. Abnormal vitals=right on! (If you're in the medical field, disregard the next few sentences.) Normal vital signs: temperature: 98.6 or less, over 100.4 is considered a real fever; blood pressure: 120/80 is normal, 90/60-low or hypotension, 140/90-high or hypertension; pulse/heart rate: 60-100 beats per minute; Sp02: >90%.

That being said, when taking vitals and you notice that patient's pulse is 160, your mind starts racing. You need to do an EKG ASAP, start a line, you're probably going to give Cardizem and the patient is going to be shipped off to the hospital. It's just a fresh breath of air from all of the mundane crap you see all day and time actually flies. 

Today I brought back a patient who listed his chief complaint as: "broke ankle". A lot of people think they break their ankles, most of the time it's bologna. Not today. This patient's foot was turning purple, the bones looked like they were about to pop through his skin and he was in so much pain he was about to vomit. I gave him 3mg of Dilaudid, and just FYI 10 mg of IV morphine is equivalent to 1.5 mg of IV Dilaudid (hydromorphone). That's according to Wikipedia, don't freak out on me if I am off a little off. 

So, boss man reduced the patient's fracture, which means he pretty much yanked it back into place. Quite gruesome, but I guess after an equivalent to 20mg of morphine you're probably not going to feel too much pain. After reducing it the two doctors held the bones in place while we placed a temporary cast on it ad the patient was transported to FHW for surgery. That hour flew by, seriously, it felt like 5 minutes. Ugh, wish that happened more often.

If you read this entire post, I love you. I was originally going to write about menstruation! Guess that will have to wait until tomorrow. Can't say I did not warn you! :)

If you're happy and you know it.

I'm happy, like truly happy. It's been a hot minute since I've been this happy. Writing about my impromptu trip to Minnesota would be slightly repetitive, considering that I'm a bit of a Facebook whore. That being said, getting on a plane and running away for a weekend was very freaking satisfying. There's always some sort of drama going on at my job, and I have not had to deal with any of it for FOUR days. OMG.

Speaking of said job, I picked up my new RED scrubs today. I have been dreading this color change, red scrubs with white undershirts: SANTA, hello. So, I threw these hideous scrubs in to wash, tossed them in the dryer, and decided to try them on. OMG, happy. Surprisingly. We were allowed to pick out different styles of scrubs this time. Imagine that, having a choice. Anyway, I found a couple of fitted tops, instead of the horrible trash bag style I've been wearing. I have a freaking waist in these. Oh my, I might be able to find a sugar daddy Villager! (kidding) Might sound like a silly thing to be happy about, but I have to wear that crap everyday.

My phone case is another, OMG-stupid-happy-thing. It's a freaking old school Nintendo Game Boy, on an iPhone. Oh the irony. (Click the link to read about how I am not a hipster, and follow a link to another blog on "How to be a hipster.")

Last night made me happy. Thanks to everyone who bought me beers, many beers, and helped me celebrate getting old. :) The best part of my night was riding home with Heather and belting out Musicbox, Bartender, Folding Chair and Consequence of Sounds. I love me some drunken Regina singing. I actually remember a similar night a couple of years ago singing the same songs, leaving what is now Cafe Gianni, but at the time was The Retro. Random tangent, sorry.

This is really lame, but what made me the most happiest ever today was when I discovered that I only need to make an 18 on my Macroeconomic's final to pass the class with a "C". I need to make a 58 to get a "B". I think a "B" is plausible. The downfall of this discovery is that I have not attempted to study at-freaking-all. I have until Friday at 11pm to complete it. Printed off some study material, need to read the last couple of chapters, kind of skipped the reading and just did the homework. :-/ I am completely finished with Pharmacology, that's exciting. Tomorrow I'm going to take my Pathophysiology final, Macro Friday, then this semester will be over! I think I am only going to take two classes next semester. College Chemistry I being one of them, hopefully I'll be able to find an online class that I NEED that I can take too, but I really need to focus on chem, it freaking kicked my ass this semester.

Today I was told by two people to continue the path that I am on and to do whatever it is that makes ME happy. Maybe I'll lose the uber bitch title if I keep it up, doubtful, but possible. I can only think of one seriously bitchy thing I've done in the past week, and I apologized and removed my bitchiness from the Facebook.

Good-day. Time to buckle down and attempt to study.