School Me Saturday 11/12/22-deadlines

There are many deadlines surrounding school.

There is the application deadline.

There is the FAFSA deadline. This is important if you are needing student loans to pay for going back to school.

There is the registration deadline for classes.

Even the start of school is a deadline. Of your spare time.

There are deadlines for papers.

There are deadlines for homework assignments.

There are deadlines for projects.

There are deadlines galore.

Welcome to the world of deadlines.

But each deadline you meet will bring you closer to the end of

  • the quarter
  • the semester
  • the class
  • most importantly, GRADUATION!

Deadlines are not meant to be feared. They are guideposts that are meant to keep you on track.

Hopefully you have a teacher that gives you a lot of warning when things are due. And, if not, your syllabus should have them all listed out for you. And a class calendar should be somewhere.

And doesn’t, you know, completely change the expected order of things.

Apparently, I’m a week ahead of the third class.

oops

Well, at least I only have three things left to do in that class.

And 2 homework assignments due tomorrow in Statistics.

And a giant paper due in the beginning of December for Philosophy.

And a final due in Statistics in the beginning of December.

My advice is to keep track of your deadlines the way it makes sense to you.

I’m a list person myself. And, as an offshoot, a calendar person.

Right foot left foot.

You will get through this.

If not, you tried your best.

Now get out there and show the deadlines that you’ve got this!

Cookie Thursday 11/10/22-Cinnamon cookies

The theme for November remains fall.

I know it is downright chilly in some states, and heaters have been switched on. But here, the Cleveland Pear in my front yard still has leaves. It won’t after tomorrow’s expected downpour, but it still does.

Leaf eradication is in full swing in my neighborhood. That’s not really something I do. I will mulch the leaves, or rak,them into the island in the grass. Do my neighbors care for this? Don’t care. Caterpillars, ground bees, and other insects can winter in it. It is better for the environment that the leaves are not snatched off the ground, bundled into plastic sacks and otherwise hidden away from judgmental eyes.

Fall flavors continue this month. This week the make is cinnamon cookies. This is another wholly original recipe. Before the pandemic Coca Cola released cinnamon coke, a seasonal flavor. If you didn’t try it and don’t care to, that’s okay. More for me. It was awesome and I bought it when it came out in November. As it is seasonal. stock was limited and when it was gone, it was gone. Which led me to decide to make my own. I tried to make cinnamon syrup, and then I realized that there was a cinnamon syrup to flavor coffee. During the horrible days in 2020, I thought it would be a good use of my time that I wasn’t at the hospital to recreate the cinnamon coke. My experiments were so-so and I still had most of the flavoring bottle left.

You know where I am going with this.

That’s right!

I looked at the bottle and though “I wonder if I can cookie this.”

And you can!

The resulting cookies are thin, kind of like a gingersnap but with a wonderful cinnamon flavor. I doubled down and used ground cinnamon in addition.

Because of course I did.

What is Cookie Thursday is a Thing that is not about experimentation? Not much.

That’s it. A cinnamon flavored cookie. Very simple.

Great with tea.

Or coffee.

Or warmed apple cider.

Anything that you use to warm up these days that are getting chilly.

Because baking, like in life, or the OR. Sometimes simplicity is best.

Just because there is a new, very expensive instrument or machine that does the same thing as the old equipment doesn’t mean that it is better. The OR can get caught up in the newest thing must be better. Sometimes yes, sometimes no.

Except Cinnamon Coke.

That stuff is amazing!

RSV, covid, and flu…oh, my

And in the center ring, weighing in at full hospitals, and full Emergency rooms everywhere, that darling of the winter, here for an early engagement, INFLUENZA!!!

In the left ring, just in case the world left it behind, and how could it when it is killing 13,000 Americans a month, COVID!!!

And entering the ring, a new darling of the infectious sort, sickening kids and now adults leading to hospitalizations and full emergency rooms. R. S. V!!!

Let’s get ready to RUMBLE!!!

Now get out there and stir some shit up.

Kill some people.

Sicken some more.

Kids!

Babies!

Grandma!

We’ve got something for everyone.

Long Covid would be ideal.

Let’s throw our weight around and show them we have not disappeared.

We will not be ignored.

It really would have been better if they had kept to mask wearing.

And handwashing.

And vaccinations.

(whispers) But I’ll let you in on a little secret.

Come close.

Closer.

Closer!

6 feet social distance would have helped too.

But humans are stupid.

And their attention span is little, and their distractions many.

Now, go wreck some havoc.

.

oh, and wash your face. I got a little virus on you.

See how easy that was?

Yes, vaccinations could have helped.

For those who can get them.

But humanity isn’t that considerate.

Monday Musings 11/7/22- my mind is blank

Does this ever happen to you?

When you want to do something, something cool, and your mind peace’s out?

Nah, I didn’t think it was me alone.

You know what?

It is okay.

Our minds are busy, busy places.

There is so much to look at.

So much to do.

While you are at work, room 306 needs pre-op antibiotics, room 312 needs to be turned, room 316’s call light is on AGAIN. And the phone will not stop ringing!

Or at home:

Little Timmy has to be picked up from swim practice, Samantha has to be taken to somewhere else.

And you don’t know how you are going to fit it all in?!?

Dinner is late, no one has clean clothes for the week.

Arrghhh! It’s all too much.

Shhh.

It is okay to give yourself a break.

Even if it only a little one.

Relax.

Close your eyes.

And let your mind drift for a moment.

Only, don’t do it at a stoplight. Wait until you are off the road.

It will be okay.

After all, most of these “MUST DOS” are things that we get ourselves into. Thinking we have more time and more attention than we actually have.

It is okay.

Read a book. Take a nap.

Your mind can be blank once in a while.

The world will come crashing into focus sooner or later.

And things will get done. Timmy will be picked up, Samantha will be where she has to be.

Cut yourself some slack, okay?

Post-it Sunday 11/6/22-NPO is not just a suggestion

The gown card reads ‘unauthorized water.’

I remember this, because it happens ALL the TIME.

NPO is not just a suggestion and up to the patient to follow or not follow.

I know it’s tough to have a long wait. Especially when you are thirsty.

I know.

Sometimes cases run over but when we ask re NPO, that means nothing per os, or nothing by mouth.

Nothing.

Not unauthorized water from an unknown source.

Although, as an aside, when you are thirsty and uninterested to going to get a glass of water from the kitchen, that water tastes the best. Like, ever.

We will know.

We always know.

Especially when your CRNA has to suck it from your lungs,

Because after you’ve been put under anesthesia, you are no longer able to protect your airway.

And what was in your stomach comes up.

It sucks. I know.

But it beats aspiration pneumonia.

Just imagine that you had a laryngeal mask airway (LMA) in which does not cut your lungs off from your stomach. We use these with people who are at low risk for aspiration. AND NPO for 8 hours.

Why? It is gentler on the throat and means that we can remove it sooner and still keep you asleep for your surgery.

If your stomach contents make a surprise visit after the LMA has been seated, the acid and contents can go into your lungs. Causing aspiration pneumonia. And a surprise intubation is no one’s idea of fun. The endotracheal tube has to stay in place until you are awake enough to protect your airway and protest the tube down your main bronchus.

Remember this next time you want to drink bathroom tap water because it has been SOOOOO long, and you’ve been thirsty for SOOOOO long.

Is it worth it?

Is it worth possibly dying?

I don’t think so.

School Me Saturdays 11/5/22-Syllabus

I remember when I was at the university bookstore in Creigton in 1993. Stacks upon stacks of books broken down by discipline and then by class. You hunted until you found your discipline and then you looked for books for each class. Of course, you also needed the syllabus for each class.

A syllabus is a roadmap for the class. Expectations, due dates, grading rubrics were all in the syllabus. And instructors WANTED you to read the syllabus, if only to cut down on repeated questions.

Think of the syllavus as the FAQ of the class.

In 1993, they were printed and sold next to the book for the class.

When I was at Napa Valley College in 1998, they were printed and sold next to the book for the class.

I’m not sure when, in the heady days of the internet emerging to what it could be, not just cat pictures and insane rhetoric, the syllabus started to be put online and the colleges and universities stopped printing them. Definitely before I started an online only degree at Chamberlain in 2015.

Now they are all online. There is not a printed syllabus to be found.

Anywhere,

This is good in two ways.

  • Being online means that the demand for trees for paper for printing goes away
  • Since the printing costs are no longer there to justify the cost of the syllabus, they are just bundled in with class announcement

Every class begins the same way.

Read your syllabus. And if you have any additional questions, ask.

As a serious type of student, I have read the syllabus for all three of my classes. Twice.

And I refer to them often.

And sometimes my third reading shows me something I never noticed before. An often vital piece of information that made it all clear.

And you feel silly for an hour or so. After all, it is there in black and white.

And then you regroup and go back to writing the paper. Or studying for the exam.

It will be okay.

Cookie Thursday is a Thing 11/3/22- sweet potato bread bites

As befitting the cooler days and longer nights, the theme for November is fall.

Autumn, if you please.

This time evokes the coziness of the season, prior to the craziness that is December, and the exhaustion that is January.

After the Halloween rush, it is time to relax before the holidays.

Psych, just kidding!

Fall is when deductibles are met and the OR schedule goes haywire. Everyone and their brother wants to have their surgery, any surgery, after their deductible has been met. Theoretically it is cheaper then, or less money out of pocket.

I could go on a tirade about the healthcare system in America and how crazy it is that people are forgoing needed care and surgeries because otherwise it would cost too much.

Mindboggling.

Personally, I would have surgery after the new year and max out deductible and out of pocket expenses. By the same logic, any additional necessary care would be free. For the rest of the year!

Of course, this only works if you can pay your deductible. I could go on about that.

Ahem.

I digress.

We were discussing fall as the theme for November.

I decided to start with sweet potato bread.

This bread was remarkably easy to put together and only utilizes a cup of mashed sweet potato. The recipe has instructions for cooking and mashing the sweet potato. You can used canned, I won’t tell. I will say that 1 can of sweet potato puree that I got at end of year markdown last December made 2 loaves.

I cubed up one and half of the loaves for Cookie Thursday is a Thing. I kept the other half for us. This household prefers sweet potato to pumpkin. We just do.

Toast up a piece of sweet potato bread, make yourself a cup of tea, and enjoy the sound of leaves falling.

For the OR, this will be the last calm moments before the end of year madness.

I did a thing

Or, rather, I’m doing a thing at 1500.

This is purely an about me post.

You see, I’ve worn glasses since I was in 1st grade.

For those following along at home, this is 40+ years.

40 years of paying for eye exams.

40 years of paying for glasses.

40 years of waking my husband up to find my glasses because I can’t find them and can’t see to find them. This happens more often that you’d think.

40 years of being afraid of traveling without an extra pair of glasses or, at the very least, my glass prescription.

In the back of my mind, I have been aware of LASIK. I always believed that my prescription was too extreme, especially my left eye.

But it has been a theory of mine. Get LASIK when I am in my 40s and then, as my eyes deteriorate as I age, start buying glasses again as I need them. Kind of like doubling the life of my eyes and doubling the correction that I can have before I am legally blind. Because isn’t that what everyone who is severely myopic fears? Being blind.

What prompted the desire now?

When I was getting my glass adjusted because they continued to slide down my nose right after I got them, the frame snapped. This rendered the glasses unwearable. And me unable to see for my drive home because those were the only glasses that I had with me. And no one to come bring me my spare pair.

Stranded, no correction for my vision, less than 2 miles from home.

My plan was leaving my car at the optometrist’s office, walking home, and retrieving my second pair, walking back and picking up my car. I’m pretty nearsighted and that would have been terrifying. I can see movement and color and shapes without my glasses but not much else, definitely not any sort of focus. They were able to put my lenses into a loaner pair of glasses and I could drive home. The mind-eye dissonance of fitting my lenses into the glasses they were not made for was headache inducing. I only wore the Frankenglasses long enough to get home to my spare pair.

And I started thinking about what a disaster this could have been.

And I started reading more seriously about LASIK.

And here we are.

The LASIK doctor pointed out that my glass prescription already made me somewhat disabled. And that had never freaking occurred to me. My glasses had just been a part of me for 40+ years after all.

Tests and appointments and eye drops. And talking to others who have had it done, about how life changing it was for them.

LASIK here I come.

Fingers crossed.

Monday Musings 10-31-22- The Witching Hour

Happy Halloween!

For a good bit of the population, Halloween is the best day of the year.

These are your Halloween geeks that do cosplay, heavy on the costume, heavier on the play. And these just aren’t the kids.

Macbeth’s witches always loom large at this time of year, with the spell making. Thrice the tabby cat has mewed, thrice and one the hedgehog has…

You get the picture.

There are many interpretations as to when the witching hour is: when the darkness starts to gather, 0300, for parents early to late evening. For your circadian rhythm it is at the lowest: blood pressure, pulse, temperature. This is usually regarded at 0300.

Depending on the shift you work, this may be smack dab in the middle of your sleeping cycle. Shift work ruins everything.

If we are talking heart attacks, most happen in the morning after 0300. There is some evidence that these early morning heart attacks are the most sever types.

When I was working nights in a nursing home, this was when we would find residents dead in bed. Or in distress.

For parents it is the time of day when the day is slowing down, everyone is tired and crabby and the crying starts. Colic is also most prevalent from 1800-midnight.

To put it plainly, this is the time of day that is most dangerous: for health, for sanity, and for evil if you believe in that. To put in metaphysical terms, this is the time of day that the barrier between the worlds is thinnest. Which worlds is up to your personal belief patterns.

And things can happen.

Spooky things can happen.

I’ve written before about the “ghosts” I witnessed in Sonoma. I put it in quotes because you can believe what you want to believe. But was the woman that I saw with my own eyes admitted to the hospital? Nope and I checked every room and every floor.

In the emergency room it is a time of stress because people get drunk and do stupid things, just like any other perceived party time in the world.

The practical among us, myself included, would be wary of what the other people are doing.

Perhaps that is what the witching hour is. And who we should be afraid of.

Other people. Or our own minds. It all depends.

Or know that there can be change afoot, because that is what we all fear the most.

Post-it Sunday 10/30/22-Irritating 2 word phrases that makes the OR rage

The gown card begins ‘2 word phrases- what is wrong in the OR’.

A 2 word phrase can be useful in establishing urgency in the OR. Think Suction Here. This indicates that suction is needed, right now, in this specific location. It is specific and to the point. No extra words are wasted to get the point across.

A 2 word phrase can be irritating as well. The rest of the gown card is filled with itty bitty writing giving 2 word couplets that can be rage-inducing. I’ll list them as written. And give background when I can.

A) Suction Cannisters. Whose job is it to fill the cannister tree? Everyone’s. Who does it? Hardly a soul. Nothing is more rage inducing than going into a room with an emergency with a single suction cannister in the 4 cannister tree. When I was the evening charge nurse I filled the trees as part of the set-up I did on every room, every night.

B) Warm Blankets. Sometimes the patients can hardly move they under so many blankets. It is an answer to every situation for some people. You’re bleeding uncontrollably? More warm blankets! Yeah, not the answer that will save a patient’s life. Rage inducing when the person giving them all the blankets is the same one who tears them off in a rage because there are too many blankets.

C) Pagers Phones. Prior to scrubbing in the PA or the surgeon will dump their phone or pager on the desk. Not give you the code to get into it, just drop it off and act like you should know the code. After all they gave it to you six months ago.

D) Bat Phone. This is the charge phone and will go off when your hands are dripping, or there is a request from the field. Take care of the field first. And if you answer the phone and it is the next doctor yelling about getting their case started, feel free to tell them that they are slowing down the case ahead with their non-stop calling. You will call them with updates as you have them.

E) Cold Room/Warm Room. No matter the room temperature, someone is always unhappy. AORN has parameters for optimal room temperature and humidity. We are not making this up and sorry if you are hot/cold. This is the temperature that is best for the patient. Got it?

F) Extra Instruments. Some surgeons are unable to work unless every instrument they could conceivably use, but will not, is readily available to the scrub tech, open and counted. Never mind that this practice slows down set-up and breakdown. God forbid the doctor wait a couple of minutes for the instrument that they haven’t used in years but is exactly what they want at this exact time. What? You didn’t look into the future and prepare for every eventuality.

G) Yes, Doctor. This is in reference to the expectation by some surgeons that the OR team is subservient to them and will put up with their nonsense. Instead of a team who is working together for the patient. I’ll use this when I think that the doctor is being irritating. Just imagine the sarcasm dripping. You get it. Sometimes they do not realize that it is an insult.

H. I Need. This is shouted out the door for someone else to get. This is only useful if there is anyone else there.

I) Can Somebody. This is similar to H but not exactly the same. The very first Dispatch I ever wrote was a screed on Somebody that points out that Somebody is sometimes just the person hollering for something. A long winded answer that says sometimes the only one you can depend on is you, because there is no one else.

J) Latex Free. By itself is not rage-inducing. However, when people hoard this knowledge and does not share until it is too late, the room has been set up with latex gloves and therefore must be broken down before the patient enters the room. And re-picked and re-set up. Oh, and the CRNA is coming down the hallway with the patient and the surgeon is pacing, ready to start. Yeah, been there a few times. Thankfully, the incidence of this is down due to the electronic health record flagging of allergies.

K) Sterile Conscience. Really the lack of it and lack of proper sterile technique. There is a reason that all the mothers and babies died in the 19th century when medical students used to go from autopsy to delivery without washing their hands. This was the beginning of the idea that there may be an infectious organism ready to ruin your day. This is a history lesson. Look up Semmelweis and learn why the hospital and especially the OR is so keen on handwashing.

L) It Hurts. Trust me, patient, we are aware that it hurts. This is why you are in the OR. But continually screaming that it hurts will not make us stop what we are doing, which is fixing what hurts. It only serves to distract us. And there is only so much medication that the CRNA can give to you.

M) Hey, nurse. Oh, my favorite. Some doctors don’t even learn our names, preferring to use the word nurse to describe everyone who comes in contact with them. Also what patients call everyone who is not a man involved in their care, even if they are the doctor. It is beyond some people’s awareness that some doctors are women.

N) Work Smarter. There is only one way to work in the operating room, sometimes smart has nothing to do with it. This is a productivity prompt. What they don’t tell you is that sometimes there is no way to increase productivity, not without doing some unsafe practices. Which isn’t smart.

O) Sacred Cows. I’ve written about this before. These are the things that continue to be done in a certain way, not because it is the best way, but that other ways have not been explored because we’ve always done it this way. It is a circular argument. And hard to convince others to explore other ways, because why break what works. But does it though?

The longer I work in nursing, the more the rage inducing 2 word phrases multiply.