Be wary of the suddenly easier path.

Especially when the surgeon is tapping in a total hip prosthesis.

The surgeon saying quietly, ‘wow, that just got easier.’

And you are already on the phone with radiology, arranging for a tech to come out with the c-arm, and directing the tech in the hallway to go get the dall miles cables for the femur.

Because a suddenly easier path.

While banging on the new implant for the femur?

Means the surgeon broke the femur.

My poster is back from the printer!

Of course, I got the data I need to do a proper statistical analysis on the same day I sent it to the printer.

This leaves me in a quandary.

Do I do the statistical analysis, rework the results section, and have it reprinted?

Or do I use the data in my talking points when I am at the meet and greet?

Or do I do both and use the poster and abstract at other conferences that are coming up in the fall?

Cost could be a consideration.

It did not break the bank at $42 for the first printing.

And it came super fast.

As in ordered on Monday, got it on Thursday fast.

I will have to think on this one.

I will be writing up the abstract and submitting it to the nursing leadership group in the state for their autumn conference.

It is due next Sunday.

In other research news, the enneagram project that I’ve been working on with leadership for nearly 2 years is ready to launch.

I present it to leadership in a dry run this week or the next.

However, I think there is good data to be had.

To figure out if knowing your coworker’s enneagram will aid in communication.

I am working on a before and after questionnaire for the participants.

I will be working with the nurse scientist in the hospital system.

I am very excited about this one.

And, lastly, strictly for the clinical ladder and for the practice, I will be working on a grant request.

It is worth 7 points on the clinical ladder.

And if a clinical ladder 5 needs 38 points and I have 23 between my degrees, certification, CEUs, unit education, 7 point is nearly half of the remaining points to maintain my clinical ladder 5.

I would not need to get the grant, just apply for it.

This could be valuable knowledge for the future.

When I go back to school.

The post-it for this Sunday reads

‘I just love spending all of the spare time volunteering to give vaccine.’

I remember this. This was in April when I was volunteering weekly, sometimes twice at the vaccination site.

Back when people were excited about being vaccinated.

I was being sarcastic to someone who was denying that they needed the vaccine.

That their immune system was strong.

So I shot back that I just loved spending all of my limited spare time volunteering to give people shots so they could have a little bit of peace of mind and, you know, immunity from the virus.

He just shrugged and restated that the vaccine was not for him.

And followed up with, ‘but hey, at least you get paid for all the hours you are giving shots.’

I know that he was not paying attention to my words.

I know that because he thought I was being paid for my hours.

I because he either was ignoring or didn’t know what it means to use the word volunteer.

Of course I wasn’t getting paid for giving my time to give people shots.

That is what the word volunteer means.

It means that I give of myself to another cause that I do not have direct benefit from.

I had been fully vaccinated for 4 months; my husband had received his first shot.

If they still needed me I would volunteer on all my days off that I could.

Because vaccination is so very necessary.

If the second week and the 3rd week of the month coincide it means a very meeting heavy week for me.

I have meeting I lead/co-lead on the 2nd Wednesday of the month which was this past Wednesday.

I have a meeting that I lead on the 3rd Thursday of the month, which was this past Thursday.

Each of these meetings necessitate an agenda, and meeting requests to the people who will be speaking.

Plus minutes from the last meeting need to be reviewed.

Plus actually being awake at these meetings, which are morning to midmorning.

Even if you have worked hard the night before or late the nights before.

Which happened.

Twice.

And I had to finalize and submit my poster for judging for AORN.

By Monday night at midnight.

I worked extremely early on Sunday night/Monday morning.

And slept 3 hours Sunday night.

And Monday night.

And Tuesday night.

And Wednesday night I left work at 0100 and had to be back at 0500 to prep for a case.

And I’m pretty sure I was not all that coherent at the Thursday meeting I lead.

I do not even want to look at my time sheet.

I am pretty sure I broke rules this week.

shrugs.

Red, White and Blue month marches on.

This week I wanted to do something completely different.

I had found a recipe for lemon cooler cookie and was going to use it for citrus month but never did.

As I was looking at red or blue fruits I thought about the watermelon.

What is more summer like than a water melon?

However, the fruit holds too much water and I think it would ruin a cookie.

Instead, I ordered watermelon extract.

I thought about using watermelon leather from Trader Joe’s but then I realized that the local store sells watermelon and there is always some flavored water at the bottom of the container.

And I had bought watermelon jelly when I saw it at Trader Joe’s.

And the watermelon cooler was born.

Of course I didn’t coat it with powdered sugar like you’re supposed to for a cooler.

Nobody has time for that.

Last week was my birthday.

As I’ve been a nurse for 20 years I am sure you can do the math.

I’m over 40.

We have an evening housekeeper who terminally cleans the rooms most evenings.

She is sharp.

She is efficient.

She always comes to me with any problems with the rooms.

She is awesome.

And I tell her so.

I also tell her that I miss her when she has a day off.

We commiserate about working too much.

Seriously, she’s awesome.

In my department they post the birthdays at the desk.

She noticed that it was my birthday last week and wished me a happy birthday last week.

I took my actual birthday off.

None of this birthday week nonsense for me.

When I saw her the next day she said that she had missed me.

And happy birthday again.

I thanked her.

We went back to work.

Near the end of our respective shifts she came rushing to the OR desk, bearing cupcakes and a vase of flowers.

I must admit I almost cried.

She said that she wanted to celebrate my birthday in some way.

And I thanked her, and thanked her.

I’m not a hugger and, you know, pandemic but it was heartfelt.

It certainly put a much needed smile on my face.

The evening had been rough.

But that is a story for another time.

Once upon a time before I used this platform, I wrote little OR stories.

I guess I should say that I still do.

These little OR stories are parodies of children’s books.

I write them mainly for my mother, and had them bound at a little shop that was local.

This little shop is no more.

And I haven’t been inspired for a bit.

This ends next week.

Over the past two weeks, ever since the I can’t find a clamp debacle, I have been taking pictures of clamps when I find them, where I find them.

Kind of like going on a safari.

These will be the Where’s Clampy little OR book.

And last Sunday, as I was called in to do laser on someone already on the table, cheers to that person, I sketched out the plot of another, song related little OR story.

This one will be based on the Devil Went Down to Georgia, by the Charlie Daniel’s Band.

I’m still working on counting the cadence and making it fit what I want to do.

There has to be a reason that doctor and devil each have 2 beats.

Right?

The post-it note reads ‘when the EHR goes down you can hear the groans of a thousand nurses’.

The EHR is the electronic health record.

Or computerized charting.

And the one my hospital uses is run out of the Midwest with local hospital based server farms.

It is the life blood of the hospital.

It is where we chart.

It is how we order meds/surgeries/consults/transport.

The EHR runs the hospital.

The EHR sometimes gets a bad rap.

But when it is unavailable it can be catastrophic.

We all convert to paper charting.

With the intent that someone enters all the paper charting into the unit navigator.

Some units have people who do the inputting.

Not the OR.

The OR asks the nurse who circulated the case to copy the paper charting to the electronic chart.

The EHR has to be updated periodically.

Those are called downtimes.

They are scheduled.

And mostly are controlled chaos.

For 4-5 hours.

Sometimes there is a power outage and the EHR becomes read only, if the downtime computer is hooked into the generator plugs.

Sometimes someone unplugged the downtime computer because they needed to charge their phone.

Sometimes people are idiots.

However the downtime happens, it is never very easy for the nurse on duty.

Hence the groaning when the computer goes down.

Last scheduled downtime I was at the hospital for, we were doing an emergency case.

I knew about the coming downtime and I outfitted myself and the CNRA with the appropriate paper charts.

Of course, when PACU nurses got there they did not know where their paper charts were.

Someone had moved them.

Quelle horror.

At 0345 I faced a two way street.

I could go home and get up at 0700 to back chart the rest of my case.

Or I could hang out for an hour and 15 and back chart the rest of the case.

If the downtime was over at the scheduled time.

I went home and went to bed.

And got up in three hours to back chart the case.

Because sometimes the sleep you can get is best.

And now the Covid worldwide death toll is over 4 million.

And there is a new variant; the lambda variant.

India has passed the US in number of deaths.

Of course we will never know the true death toll.

Too many governments are secretive.

Vaccines have been slowing down here in the states.

There hasn’t been a volunteer shift in over two months.

The fully vaccinated number for my state is 43%. On the positive side, the fully vaccinated over 65 is 80%.

For a country who has the biggest stockpile of vaccines the US is not vaccinating fast enough.

Many people are looking at the vaccine and saying, ‘eh, not for me.’

Can you get brain damage from face palming too much?

How long until the variants overwhelm the vaccines?

And these people who declined vaccination will be wringing their hands crying no one ever told them.

sigh

Continuing the Red, White, and Blue theme for the month today’s cookie is a blueberry cookie.

What kind of blueberry cookie?

No idea, really.

But not blueberry and lemon, I did that last month.

As I am looking for a recipe for this week, I am reminded about Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and the little girl who steals and chews the feast gum.

Which is not ready for consumption.

Because the problems have not all been worked out.

This is a good comparison for the hospital.

Some things are tried and tested and never make it to production.

Some things are done because that is the way it has always been done.

The sacred cows of healthcare.

One sacred cow that I lived and worked by when I worked as a night shift CNA in a nursing home, and as a Med-Surg CNA, and as a Med-Surg nurse was that the patients have to be turned every 2 hours.

I thought, at the time, that this was highly scientific and logical because pressure becomes tissue injury become bed sores. It just makes sense.

A couple of months ago I read that patients should be turned every 2 hours because that was how often Florence Nightingale did it.

It took 2 hours to turn all the patients in the ward.

If the ward had been slightly bigger the rule of thumb would be every 2.5 hours.

If the ward had been slightly smaller the rule of thumb could very well be every 90 minutes. Science tells us this is the threshold for tissue injury.

200 years is a long time to do things because that is the way it has always been done.

Now nursing looks for evidence to back up the actions that we do.

We practice evidence based nursing.

I was encouraged to do blueberry lemon cookies.

Because that is the best.

However, I have a fresh lime.

Maybe it’s time to give blueberry lime a try.