Just because your a doctor...

Just because your a doctor, doesn't mean you have a license to be an asshole. I swear some doctors! At our hospital, we have a policy. Basically, if a 12 lead EKG is performed, it must be immediately shown to the patient's ER Physician. Well most of the docs, except one, are quite receptive of this. This particular doc, however, is an asshole about it...

After having my head bit off once that night for doing what I am supposed to do, I decided that I would just leave the next EKG in the slot for that particular patients chart. This time, all hell breaks loose because the EKG that was ordered for said patient wasn't readily available. While he was bitching and moaning about it, I casually walked over to the slot from which he retrieved the patients chart, pulled out the EKG, and handed it to him. I really hope to not have to work with him very often.

Times are changing!

My last post was about the "new girl" who turned out to be a complete flake. I kinda want to take this blog into another direction. I know I've never been terribly consistent with posting on a regular basis... BUT maybe this might actually work? I've finally landed a job in a field I want to be in: medicine. With that in mind, I would like to share my experiences as I travel through my job as an ER Tech to Nurse to wherever else I may end up.

For those who know me who are reading this blog, you might know that I've jumped from Photography (still love that it), to 3d animation, to computer engineering-computer science-electrical engineering, to english/literature, to biology (with hopes of medical school). I've finally started down the path I wish to travel. This past summer I grabbed an EMT-Basic from Broward College (formally Broward Community College... they dropped the community - woooo! =P). Just this past October I began my career as an ER Tech at a local Hospital.. we'll call it SMEC. What will follow will be recounting and thoughts that involve my days as an ER Tech and as a Nursing student. Hope you enjoy!

The New Girl

As promised, the low-down on the new girl. A quick note: I know of maybe two or three people who actively read this... other than that I've no idea who else does. Still, I'm going to tell it all =D

I WAS dating someone. Let's call her L. Things didn't exactly work out (parents can really influence things eh? I can elaborate in a later post if you ask nicely). So, after a few months and some head trauma (refer to the previous post for an example... but I'd rather ya didn't), I decided I wanted to try and date someone new.

Back in the day, I had joined this "dating" site for those who are interested in alternative play times. IE BDSM and all manor of kinky things. (If your asking yourself, "Self, where can I find such a wonderful site?" Direct your Internet exploder (or any other web browser for that matter) to collarme.com). Now, I've not logged into this site in ages... but I figured what the heck, lets give it another go around. After deleting all the e-mails from the princes wanting me to help save their enormous fortune that's currently tied up in some off shore bank, I went to search the profiles.

As fate would have it (would fate REALLY have it?), the new girl had JUST made a profile about 2 days earlier. It was a shocking profile too: she was my age, she was specific in what she was looking for, AND she was looking for serious, honest replies. So, I took a deep breath, and pecked out a lil' introductory message. A few messages back and forth and I got the digits. One phone call later, we had a date! Mind you this all takes place over about a week. This is a HUGE deal for me by the way. I actually actively asked this girl out... something I'd never do normally. Maybe when I landed on my head, a few things got corrected? Any who, on to date number 1! (In the next blog post...)

Feel free to ask any questions in the comment section. I promise to answer all. I wonder who actually reads this thing that I DON'T know reads it? ::shrug::

Hello...

Well, it is officially 3:02 am. I'm pretty sure nobody I know is awake at the moment... at least not anyone with whom I can talk to. I know my blanks are going to ask me why I didn't call either of them. I apologize for this but at least I am writing somewhere so give me a break alright?

I have no idea if anyone at all reads this blog anymore. Considering how long it has been since I've last posted, I don't expect anyone has. None the less, I need to purge what is in my head. Therefore, I apologize ahead of time for what is to follow... but here is an update with what is going on with me. (And just to fill ya in on a secret... this is a rare insight into what goes on upstairs with me).

The reason why this post is even necessary starts with a mild concussion that I received about a month ago. Before the concussion, I was doing quite well. Afterwards, however, I have had a LOT of trouble in my head. A common complication of mild concussions is something called shell shock... basically PTSD. If you know me, you know that I don't complain a great deal... (This is my poor attempt at putting thins in perspective).

So, what is going on exactly? To completely answer this, lets take a look at the me before the concussion: I was, for lack of a better classification, normal. That is the best way I can describe the situation.

After the concussion? Not so normal. My brain is not working with me, at all. I'm in a dangerous spot. I am having, what the counselor is calling, intrusive thoughts. Basically, my mind likes to interrupt whatever I am doing regularly and interject thoughts that are rather unpleasant to me. As a result, I am unable to completely function normally. I am sitting here typing this due to the efforts of my counselor at FAU. Currently, I am basically on cruise control. I do what my counselor says, and I get through each day. She teaches me how to ground myself so I don't dissociate. I do what she says. She teaches me how to stop the intrusive thoughts. I do what she says. I am clinging to my sanity because she tells me that this is temporary. I don't know if this is healthy or not, but for the moment it gets me through the day. In other words, I'm kinda disconnected from the world at the moment.

There is allot of fun things that have been happening as a result of these resent events as well. I am afraid of large crowds or large gatherings. I've been invited out many times these last couple of weeks; only to decline because of my fear. I'm also generally terrified of anything remotely dangerous. I was afraid to go to my car because it was lightning about 10 miles away. The worst part about all this that I've mentioned (and all that I have not...) is how frustrating it is to notice it all but to be powerless to change it.

My counselor asked me, "What do I believe in?" The only complete response I can give her is my blanks. The only problem with that is, neither of them are nearby right now. I don't mean that in a derogatory way... all I mean is that I really desire your presences a great deal...

Also annoying is my inability to completely explain everything that is going on upstairs. So, in an effort to not further complicate things, I am going to leave this post here as it is. Thank you for reading, whoever you are.

For Zoomy: Americans writing in fluent Japanese English

Excuses recieved by high school attendance offices in notes from parents:

• Dear school: Pleas exkuse John for being absent on January 28, 29, 30, 31, 32 and 33.
• Chris have an acre in his side.
• mary could not come to school because she was bother by very close veins.
• John has been absent because he had two teeth taken out of his face.
• I kape Billie home because she had to Christmas shopping because I didn't no what size she wear.
• John was absent yesterday because he had a stomach.
• Please excuse Gloria, She been sick and under the doctor.
• My son is under the doctor's  care and could not take fizzacal ed. Please execute him.
• Lillie was absent from school yesterday as she had a gang over.
• Please excuse Blanch from P.E. for a few days. Yesterday, she fell out of a tree and misplaced her hip.
• Please excuse Joyce from Jim today.  She is administrating.
• Please excuse Joey Friday, he had loose vowels.
• Carlos was absent yesterday because he was playing football, he was hurt in the growing part.
• My daughter wouldn't come to school Monday because she was tired.  She spent the weekend with some Marines.
• Please excuse Sandra from being absent  yesterday.  She was in bed with gramps. [cramps]
• Ralph was absent yesterday because of a sour trout. [sore throat]
• Please excuse Wayne for being out yesterday because he had the fuel. [flu]
• Please excuse Johnnie for being.  It was his father's fault.
• Maryann was absent Dec. 11-16, because she had a fever, sore throat, headache, and upset stomach.  Her sister was also sick, fever and sore throat, her brother had a low-grade fever.  There must be the flu going around, her father even got hot last night.
• Please excuse Sara for being absent.  She was sick and I had her shot.
• Please excuse Lupe.  She is having problems with her ovals.
• Please forgive Clarence for being absent from school the past few days.  He was home sick from an operation.  He had penis trouble and had to be serpent sized.
• The basement of our house got flooded where the children sleep so they had to be evaporated.
• Please excuse Pedro from being absent yesterday.  He had diah diaheeh dyeh the shits.

O.M.G.

Just a quick vent blerb:

Me: "Thank you for calling the Center for Awesome Writing. This is Nick. How may I help you?"
Person: "Is this the Center for Awesome Writing?"
Me:

(Names of businesses changed to protect them. =P

Weeeeeeee!

I've come to a strange realization.  There are certain aspects of myself that I choose to reveal to different people... or nobody at all.  On Facebook and the like, I show the side of myself that most people see:  mostly devoid of confrontation and tolerant to all.  Due to a colorful upbringing... I've discovered that I have this habit of trying to agree with everyone around me mostly because I don't know of any other way to interact with others.  I'm myself only when I'm by myself... although I'll admit that recent attempts to be totally open about myself have basically crashed and burned.  Alas, one gets used to this sort of thing and learns from it.

Given that this post comes amidst a state of inebriation, my argument and focus may be a bit sporadic at best.  That said, I figure, what's the point of a blog if you don't express yourself from time to time (even though nobody reads it).

Well thats all for now... I should probably come back and expand this a bit when I'm not under the influence.