Boy did I learn my lesson.....

So last nite, from work in the ER, during an exceedingly deceptive lull in the action, I post the following status on my Facebook "is at the ER wrkn ALL nite!"  using my crackberry.  

Well, my ePartner in ATHF tomfoolery, Alise, comments on my status... "no ATHF tonight??? noooooooooo...*wall slides*"

So, what do I do?  The little wheels in my head start to turnin' and smoke billows outta my ears as I hatch a genius (yeah, right) plot to MAKE IT HAPPEN!  I NEED my Meatwad fix!! (Alise is a Master Shake kinda girl).

So I Tweet my intentions!  "@naturallyalise as long as things don't get nuts here, I got my crackberry n a TV in the waiting room."

Key phrase being "as long as things don't get nuts here....."  ummmmmhmmmm.....  That's what I said.  I sure did.  In an ER, I said that.....

No sooner did I hit send than the ambulance toned out.  Hip fracture.  Next thru the door, a little case of kidney failure.  Then came the parade of sprains, coughs, toothaches (yea, toothaches) and paranoid moms with sniffle havin' babies.  

By the time we had the ER emptied out and there was peace in the valley once more, it was going on 3 am.  

So what did I learn?

1.  When it's "quiet" in the ER, it's a trick.

2.  Don't tempt the ER fates by Tweeting your intentions to watch ATHF....just do it!

3.  Sometimes, you gotta work at work.....  nuts.

Just like riding a bicycle.....

My only job used to be working at my "hometown hospital." Then I decided to strike out for the great unknown and started working at a hospital in a nearby town. When I made the move, I went from working mainly in the ER to working on a medical floor. From small hospital to medium hospital. From not so busy to running 12 hours straight. At the medium hospital, I also do infection control and prevention, which because I'm not quite right, just tickles me to no end. But after a while, I got to missing the ER and the people I used to work with and working in my own community. So, I started working at the old job again per diem. I now refer to it as my "spare job." I love my real job, and have no intention of leaving it, but I'm diggin' playing in the ER again.

And here's what I especially love about ER: beginning, middle, end. I find out what's wrong, work with the doctor to do what we can to fix it and then *shazam!* off my planet! There is a sense of completion in it, accomplishment, if you will. I was worried at first that I would have to relearn the routines and protocols, but after a couple of hours, it was like I never left! It was good to be back in the ER. And there wasn't even one stupid human trick to be found today! I love nursing!