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Thursday, August 6, 2009
charge nurse with ADD
Let me give you an idea of what it is like to work with this human tornado. She will yell out of a room, Hey Sallysue, Get me an IV start kit and a couple of 20 gauges. You say, OK and stop what you are doing and go across the room to supply room...when she just about plows you down, getting it herself. This happens all the time. She yells out for somebody to help her and then runs them down doing it herself. I try to ignore her most of the time; as helping her is an exercise in futility. She had our poor PCT running in circles last night. Poor guy didn't know what hit him.
I was helping another nurse get some blood started last night and I need a dynamap. There was one outside Ms. Charge's room so I inquired, Are you done with the dynamap? She said, Yes you can have it. Then she said, No I'm going to need it. As I've crossed the floor to get another dynamap, She's saying, You can have it, I'll get another. With me saying, I've already got another one Ms. Charge, it's ok, you keep that one.
Jeez, everything was mad cap, dash here, dash there. Glad to be off for a few. Please please ole great and mighty schedule master, please spare me from Ms. Charge's frenzy..make anybody else charge.