<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518</id><updated>2011-07-31T06:11:32.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would FLO do?</title><subtitle type='html'>I have been a nurse for over two years now.  I love what I do!  I decided to blog about some of the crazy things I did as a new nurse.  Now that I have more experience it will just be about nursing in general.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-5591100262159493636</id><published>2008-12-13T01:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:34:23.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All out run...</title><content type='html'>Pt hit code blue button trying to turn down a/c.  I ran about 100 feet.  Let me tell you someone like me should not be running.   Haha!  That was not fun.  I have a back ache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-5591100262159493636?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5591100262159493636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-out-run.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/5591100262159493636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/5591100262159493636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-out-run.html' title='All out run...'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-728199219530611132</id><published>2008-10-06T03:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T04:12:10.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bladder Scanning Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SOnHOkLHM0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/YmIuuLtxjKs/s1600-h/bladderscan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SOnHOkLHM0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/YmIuuLtxjKs/s400/bladderscan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253949493346775874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Last night at work was a slow night for once.  Someone got the bright idea to start a bladder scanning competition.  The rules were simple.  Drink as much as you can, hold it as long as you can, you get 1 scan, up  have until 5am, and the person with the most on their bladder scan printout wins the pot of exactly $7.  You had to pay a $1 to play.  You knew when someone was at their limit, because the bladder scanner wheels are very loud.  Our floor is pretty quiet at night, and thru the quiet you would suddenly hear the bladder scanner wizzing down the hall, and a door slam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I drank 3L of fluid over a period of about 2 hours, until I felt I would bust.  I took a hat (urine collection device) with me to see if it would be accurate, being fat and all wasn't sure it would measure correctly through the big gut.  Mutliple tries resulted in 662.  After the scan I ran to the toilet and had out 1000 ml.  Even with these hard facts I did not tie G.B. because my scanner ticket said 662.  But I know the real truth.  I will let him have the win.  Although he did say we could have a rematch tonight.  Congrats on the big $7.  Hey, I just remember I owe R. a dollar for my entry fee.  Didn't have the cash so she had to spot me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;The Results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;G  &gt;999&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;R - 771&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Me - 662 (at least it wasn't 66_)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;S - 509&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;J - 473&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;J - 459&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;P - 277&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beter luck next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-728199219530611132?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SOnHOkLHM0I/AAAAAAAAAMA/YmIuuLtxjKs/s72-c/bladderscan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-5671451081116758955</id><published>2008-07-22T01:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:08.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Projectile Poopage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SIVzeh5nDaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OapqTx0qjUM/s1600-h/poop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225709910966603170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SIVzeh5nDaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OapqTx0qjUM/s400/poop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was talking to J last night and told her man nothing funny has happened to me lately. Everything has been pretty serious at work. She tells me well I have something for you, and begins to tell me her story. I will try to tell you as much as I remember. I was hyped up on 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3-4 weeks ago, she had a pt who needed to be turned. They were in contact isolation. I tell you this fact to mention that she had the beautiful blue gown on. She helped roll the pt over and the next thing that happened was shocking. J said her eyes grew big as stool that had started trickling out from the bum cheeks start on a projectile coarse of action. She said blue gown or not I do not want that on me. She almost uttered a scream, then instinctively grabbed our wonderful chucks, aka bed pads. Stool continued to flow at a rapid pace, until it met its final resting place in a big puddle of brown goodness that saturated the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Thank goodness that wasn't me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-5671451081116758955?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/5671451081116758955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/07/projectile-poopage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/5671451081116758955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/5671451081116758955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/07/projectile-poopage.html' title='Projectile Poopage'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SIVzeh5nDaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/OapqTx0qjUM/s72-c/poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-2601886708015512814</id><published>2008-05-23T02:59:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:08.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molasses Enema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SDZvLqgq1pI/AAAAAAAAAJA/dxJ1xgNmCRQ/s1600-h/molasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Enema Kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SDZuJagq1mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pJpZsiy4wc8/s1600-h/molasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203467527487411810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="173" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SDZuJagq1mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pJpZsiy4wc8/s320/molasses.jpg" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203469322783741602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SDZvx6gq1qI/AAAAAAAAAJI/p17gvGqV9P4/s320/untitled.bmp" width="184" border="0" /&gt;Never had to give a Molasses enema before...it is definitely different. My dear pal L asks me to help her. She definitely pulled out the friend card. She mixed molasses, milk of mag, salt, and warm water. She mixed it all into a bag, but somehow missed the closure at the top. Remember that for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take this big brown bag of goodness and hang it on an IV pole, with some lube in hand I start reaching for the moon. Once in place, we notice the bag of goodies isn't moving. So I say give it a squeeze, which I ended up squeezing molasses right onto the floor (the top not closed that went un-noticed until that point). I did a tiny splash onto my new t-shirt that I designed. We threw some towels onto the floor and tried again. This time I held the top closed with both hands while L did the squeezing. We won't go into the details that followed, lets just say that was an experience, I am not looking forward to anytime soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Then tonight L tries to pull the same trick and say she may need help inserting a nasal trumpet into the rectum. I said I don't think so!!! haha!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This reminds me of a joke:&lt;/strong&gt;  There were 3 baby moles in a tunnel underground.  The oldest brother was in front and starts sniffing the air.  He says, "Smells like mamma is fixin' bacon."  The 2nd brother in line starts sniffing and says, "Mmm smells like she is fixin' pancakes."  The baby brother was last in line and starts sniffing, and keeps sniffing.  Finally he says, "Man I only smell molasses."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-2601886708015512814?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/2601886708015512814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/05/molasses-enema.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/2601886708015512814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/2601886708015512814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/05/molasses-enema.html' title='Molasses Enema'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SDZuJagq1mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/pJpZsiy4wc8/s72-c/molasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-1793578719914409301</id><published>2008-05-17T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:09.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose Weight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SC7T9VsNlKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rBxgGhmxfPA/s1600-h/000701c8aa53%245467b7b0%24c900a8c01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201327670407566498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SC7T9VsNlKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rBxgGhmxfPA/s400/000701c8aa53%245467b7b0%24c900a8c01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-1793578719914409301?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1793578719914409301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/05/lose-weight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/1793578719914409301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/1793578719914409301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/05/lose-weight.html' title='Lose Weight'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SC7T9VsNlKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rBxgGhmxfPA/s72-c/000701c8aa53%245467b7b0%24c900a8c01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-6381717562873110929</id><published>2008-04-21T04:16:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:09.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say brainfart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SAxXuRyegTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/W685S4h7H4w/s1600-h/BEZ-IV-100.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Sorry I have not written anything really funny for awhile. I haven't felt "funny". Work has been challenging lately. Anywho.... I think I must be stressed about getting my wisdom teeth out in the morning. I did two stupid things tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Firstly: I was starting an IV because the current one was leaking fluids. Tried to save it, but no good. I inserted the IV no problem, put on the extension and was flushing the IV, when all of a sudden to extension popped off. Oops! Well blood started to go everywhere, it took my brain about 3 secs to react...then I applied pressure. I was able to save the IV, reattach the extension, and tape it all up. Told the patient not to move while I finished getting it all together. Well in the process of me walking to get the line for the IV fluids that were running, she moved her arm which had the syringe still attached (so I didn't have to clean off the hub again). Out comes the iv.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SAxa1RyegXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jy2NSu2qYa0/s1600-h/800px-Syringe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191624341806023026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SAxa1RyegXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jy2NSu2qYa0/s200/800px-Syringe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I figure it popped off due to the site not being totally dry. When the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;IV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;came out, once again blood went everywhere. I had to apply pressure while the daughter when to ask the nurse sitting in the hall to get my some 2x2. Didn't help that the pt was on coumadin. Can ya say we have a bleeder??? I apologized and said, "I usually do not spill a drop of blood but that IV extension just popped out". I cleaned up the floor, the patient, and myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SAxVkhyegRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/i6dI6rO82cI/s1600-h/insert_spike.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191618556485075218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="215" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SAxVkhyegRI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/i6dI6rO82cI/s200/insert_spike.gif" width="65" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That would be nice if that was all. I was changing the bag of fluids over, and I think my mind went completely blank when I un-spiked the current bag of fluids and spiked the new one. In that few seconds the old one started pouring saline onto me, the floor, and the pt's bed rail. Thankfully the patient was spared except a tiny bit onto their arm. Once again I said sorry. I think my head must be in the clouds because of nerves due to the wisdom teeth extraction. The pt was really nice, and said it was okay... mercy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The stupid things we do. My shirt finally dried after about an hour! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-6381717562873110929?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6381717562873110929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-say-brainfart.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/6381717562873110929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/6381717562873110929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-say-brainfart.html' title='Can you say brainfart?'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SAxa1RyegXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/jy2NSu2qYa0/s72-c/800px-Syringe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-7519569913755514000</id><published>2008-03-22T06:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T06:50:49.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry I have not been posting in awhile. I was gone on vacation for a couple of weeks. I am back in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The only thing that has happened to me that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;remotely&lt;/span&gt; weird or gross: My little patient decided to chew tobacco which isn't that bad. Except the fact that they decided to spit it on the floor all night long, and I ended up cleaning up a big pile of tobacco juice. Pretty gross at 4 am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The perks of nursing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-7519569913755514000?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7519569913755514000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/7519569913755514000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/7519569913755514000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-6409313983777356047</id><published>2008-02-29T02:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:09.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CorPak &amp; Rectal Trumpet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CorPak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Goes in your nose for tube feeding, etc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(different sizes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R8e6GlS9dkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7LL4tx1JG7c/s1600-h/DisplayImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172307319311922754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R8e6GlS9dkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7LL4tx1JG7c/s320/DisplayImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I was checking on my patient to make sure they were doing okay. The funny thing is I didn't notice anything wrong at first. The tube feeder was beeping and I was trying to silence it due to the roommate in the next bed. I loaded more juice into the bag and turned on the tube feed. I kept hearing this high pitch squeal. I asked the pt what that was and they said they lost their hearing aid. I went on a bed search for the hearing aid when I noticed there was something on the floor. Lo and behold I notice stool on the floor. I follow the trail and see it on the bed, and the end of the yellow brick road was the rectal trumpet. I called for help and sheets. No one came. I went out into the hall and yelled for my pal L. Asked her to come help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;We get in there and are cleaning them up, when all of a sudden L holds this tube up and says, "Um, did they pull this out?" There in her hands she held the corpak that use to be in the pt nose. With of course the tube feed still running! ha! The pt said that they didn't like it, and please don't put that tube back in me (meaning the rectal one). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;What is even funnier still it didn't dawn on me until we were talking about what happened that I had actually started the tube feed back up and didn't even notice it wasn't in the pt's nose. *Shaking my head*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-6409313983777356047?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6409313983777356047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/corpak-rectal-trumpet.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/6409313983777356047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/6409313983777356047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/corpak-rectal-trumpet.html' title='CorPak &amp; Rectal Trumpet'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R8e6GlS9dkI/AAAAAAAAAEs/7LL4tx1JG7c/s72-c/DisplayImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-353003698529744976</id><published>2008-02-17T17:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:10.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurses call the shots</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R7i1iaoKrJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qLthEtraPBo/s1600-h/freechoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168080175275617426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R7i1iaoKrJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qLthEtraPBo/s320/freechoose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-353003698529744976?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/353003698529744976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/nurses-call-shots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/353003698529744976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/353003698529744976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/nurses-call-shots.html' title='Nurses call the shots'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R7i1iaoKrJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/qLthEtraPBo/s72-c/freechoose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-1885116712959273211</id><published>2008-02-08T00:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T00:34:16.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/737671/2/istockphoto_737671_blood_transfusion_bag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/737671/2/istockphoto_737671_blood_transfusion_bag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I had to hang blood last week for the 1st time since RN B. and I had to during orientation. I think the 1st 4-5 days of working we had already given 6 units of PRBC &amp;amp; FFP. I haven't given any since then. Which is my excuse for what happens next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Well I remembered how to do everything, except one minor detail! Opps! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;When you set up blood you always have a bag of saline hanging as well to use to flush the blood through, after is is done. I started the blood was monitoring my patients vitals and stuff for a reaction. RN G comes rolling through and asked if I was doing okay, I said yes at the same time as looking up at my blood. I realized at that moment that my bag of saline was red. I was like um.....what happened! G. says to me well you might want to clamp the bag next time! Duh! haha! Oh the stupid things we forget about. Can't really flush blood with diluted blood can you&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-1885116712959273211?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1885116712959273211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/1885116712959273211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/1885116712959273211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/blood.html' title='Blood'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-1002289412572782265</id><published>2008-02-04T01:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:10.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6a0AQk9a_I/AAAAAAAAABk/FF5GJ56SWu8/s1600-h/nt-tinman.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163011939369839602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6a0AQk9a_I/AAAAAAAAABk/FF5GJ56SWu8/s400/nt-tinman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-1002289412572782265?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1002289412572782265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/1002289412572782265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/1002289412572782265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6a0AQk9a_I/AAAAAAAAABk/FF5GJ56SWu8/s72-c/nt-tinman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-8182696754345662953</id><published>2008-02-04T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:10.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ABG's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6ecYgk9bFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Urs92mknfKw/s1600-h/bloodtest_ABG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163267442679311442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6ecYgk9bFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Urs92mknfKw/s320/bloodtest_ABG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tonight I got a chance to do my 1st ABG. I really thought I would get it. You feel bad when you have to stick a needle straight down into someone's artery. It hurts! I stuck it in and got a flash back of bright red blood, which is what you want. Then it stopped. So RN J. told me to pull back a little so I did. Got a little bit more but not enough to fill the tube.  I lost the artery, which sucks for the patient!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-8182696754345662953?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/8182696754345662953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/abgs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/8182696754345662953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/8182696754345662953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/abgs.html' title='ABG&apos;s'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6ecYgk9bFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Urs92mknfKw/s72-c/bloodtest_ABG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-212750956800463852</id><published>2008-02-02T04:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:10:10.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6ec0gk9bGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NMnYk3hJrJw/s1600-h/funny-no-smoking-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163267923715648610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6ec0gk9bGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NMnYk3hJrJw/s320/funny-no-smoking-sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tonight my patient was smoking in the bathroom. I didn't physically see him but the smoke rolling out the bathroom door, tells the tell. They told me on days he was doing the same thing.  O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;ne of my patient's complained they could smell smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-212750956800463852?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/212750956800463852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/smoking-patient.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/212750956800463852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/212750956800463852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/02/smoking-patient.html' title='Smoking Patient'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6ec0gk9bGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/NMnYk3hJrJw/s72-c/funny-no-smoking-sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-7500053936419053188</id><published>2008-01-30T02:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T19:45:52.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet Another Amp of D50</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6edSAk9bHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y6uO26aO-HQ/s1600-h/dex3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163268430521789554" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6edSAk9bHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y6uO26aO-HQ/s320/dex3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff9966; font-family: verdana;"&gt;For those of you who do not know what D50 is: It is what you give to a patient who's sugar is in the toilet. The real name is Dextrose 50%, that pretty much means its pure sugary goodness. It is a huge syringe, that about breaks your fingers trying to push in because it is so sugary! Not something you want to give. An amp is 50ml of the stuff. Normally you give 1/2 and amp, but in very low sugar an amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been working it is actually becoming a joke that I should carry D50 in my pocket. Tonight one of the nurses asked me, "Do you have your D50 in your pocket tonight?" The other night I was working I had to give 3 amps of D50 in a matter of 2 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-7500053936419053188?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/7500053936419053188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/yet-another-amp-of-d50.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/7500053936419053188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/7500053936419053188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/yet-another-amp-of-d50.html' title='Yet Another Amp of D50'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/R6edSAk9bHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Y6uO26aO-HQ/s72-c/dex3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-1880856897255328705</id><published>2008-01-18T00:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T18:26:08.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain Pills Coming out the Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't tell you how many times I have given Percocet since I have started working here. Percocet is like the wonder drug. In the last two days I have given roughly about 40 Percs. That is for about 4 patients. I gave 4 Vicoden to another. Multiply that times 3 days a week is 60, and times 4 for a month that is about 240, and take that times 12 for a year. I could potentially give about 3,000 Percs this year. That doesn't take into account for all the Morphine, Tordol, Demoral, and Dilaudid's. It is pretty bad when I go to get into the Pyxis and do not even have to count how many are there. I know how many is in there just by looking, I can tell if it has changed since I was last there. Just now another pt called for some Perc treatment. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just call me PPQ the wonder nurse (pain pill queen). Don't get me wrong I don't mind giving pain pills if it makes the pt's happy, because a happy patient means a happy nurse. I don't know if that is true because I just made it up, but I'm sure it is close to the truth!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-1880856897255328705?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/1880856897255328705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/pain-pills-coming-out-ears.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/1880856897255328705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/1880856897255328705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/pain-pills-coming-out-ears.html' title='Pain Pills Coming out the Ears'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-4474797897283834222</id><published>2008-01-03T00:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:52:28.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EJ vs IJ</title><content type='html'>Did you know that an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt; (external jugular) IV is considered a peripheral access? Well now I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into work tonight and RN A. we will call her says to me, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; know if you knew this, but from now on you can't draw blood from an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt;. We got Pt X's lab results back today, which were all out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt;, and the MD ordered her to get 2 units of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PRBC&lt;/span&gt; stat. She also says to me I thought I remember you telling me in report that you drew the blood. (On our floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;RN's&lt;/span&gt; draw all central lines, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PCA's&lt;/span&gt; draw the peripheral sticks, which might be like that most places.) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt; she re-drew the blood through the arm this time. The labs all came back normal, imagine that! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were about to give stat blood to a pt with critical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hgb&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HCT&lt;/span&gt;. Nice! That is just one of those things that fall through the cracks you know! Unless someone says hey an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;EJ&lt;/span&gt; is a peripheral you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; know. Its in the neck, looks like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IJ&lt;/span&gt;, smells like one, why not be one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-4474797897283834222?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/4474797897283834222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/ej-vs-ij.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/4474797897283834222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/4474797897283834222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/ej-vs-ij.html' title='EJ vs IJ'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-185585585621336291</id><published>2008-01-02T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:06:53.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Codes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The other day we had a code at 0430 some yelled for me to get the crash cart, so I went and got it, nearly ripping it from the plug. I was pushing it down the hall when someone said hurry. Then it registered oh yea I have that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pt's&lt;/span&gt; life support in my hands. Duh! Then I took off running, and let me tell you fat white women can't run! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I get in the room they are yelling all kinds of things, like you learn in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ACLS&lt;/span&gt;, and I was looking for what they were yelling for but couldn't find it. First code and all. The 1st thing I couldn't figure out was how to get that blue tab thingy off of the crash cart. I didn't have scissors. RN M. comes up behind me and said like this and yanks down. Another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt; bit that could have been helpful. Finally I said I don't know what I am doing someone give me something to do. So my pal, RN G., says you record. Which worked out better because I got to see more of what was going on. Let me tell ya night shift nurses have it going on. There are 5-6 nurses for about 35 patients at night and all 5 were in there running the code, then there is me who didn't really count! I am like 55% of the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; RN. :) It's a great floor to learn on though. Over and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-185585585621336291?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/185585585621336291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/codes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/185585585621336291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/185585585621336291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/codes.html' title='Codes'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1662411113465181518.post-6871497570221011447</id><published>2008-01-01T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:07:02.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I thought I might start a blog for kicks and giggles. Not sure how long it will last since I have commitment issues! ha I tend to forget or am to tired, etc. I thought I would talk about the things that happen to a new RN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first on my issues list is trying to fit in as a new nurse, because we don't know enough. Yes, we went to school and they taught us how to do it by the book, but now comes the application. Like on all those nursing tests. I feel I have the knowledge base, but my base just got a whole lot smaller once I started nursing in the real world. They have to teach you all those rules so you know where to start. Without some kind of structure, how could you learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I always felt very comfortable with nursing school, except when it came to tests. Clinically though I always enjoyed what I did. I didn't think real nursing would be as challenging as it has proven to be. Being sure of yourself is one of the biggest hurdles. I remember the 1st few days I worked I wanted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; to check my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;, or to double check my insulin. I still need to ask other nurses if they think it's okay to hold that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; med. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes, I did decide to work on a hard floor, but that is because I like a good challenge. I love the heart, and critical care. It gets my blood pumping. The flip side of that is I feel like what do I really know? There is so much critical thinking skills that you need to have to work on this floor. Even more so when the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;CMR&lt;/span&gt; calls out and says your patient is in rapid A-fib. So you have to do a few things. Check on your patient, who is sitting there eating crackers and peanut butter and feels perfectly fine, and then go look at the strip yourself, flip some leads and low and behold it is really just sinus all along. That has happened to me twice now, same patient. It gets your heart racing the 1st time, and the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; time you say to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CMR&lt;/span&gt; are you sure it is A-fib? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt; Which turned out not to be again. It might be all the PB cracker movement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my latest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1662411113465181518-6871497570221011447?l=cincyrn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/feeds/6871497570221011447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/sitting-at-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/6871497570221011447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1662411113465181518/posts/default/6871497570221011447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cincyrn.blogspot.com/2008/01/sitting-at-work.html' title='Beginning'/><author><name>Cincy RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08160638640407233052</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5Rfsz1mwMgE/SR_QX4gFgWI/AAAAAAAAAM4/pX6BCk0ybto/S220/bloody_heart-1806.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
