i am currently typing this blog while sitting at my desk on a very slow yet interesting tuesday afternoon. with me being the one holding up the fort in the front, time seems to be standing still. however, when i post this blog, it will be after i get home from work because i can't access my site due to websense. so my apologies if my verb tenses aren't as accurate as they could be.
this morning went by in a maelstrom of busy work...collecting faxes, answering phones, shuttling lab results to the back, unloading boxes, correcting charges, etc, etc. one of the transporters, F, felt sorry for me and bought me breakfast (it was only $1.16) so i wouldn't have to beg someone to answer the phone for me. (i actually did ask F to sit for me, and he asked why, then he said he would get my food for me.) he also had an extra bounce in his step today, and later on, he exuberantly exclaimed to me and D (the other transporter) that he and his wife "definitely made a baby last night", which i say good for them! i told him they would probably be having twin girls (it's a departmental joke), and he told me he "wouldn't be having no girl", so therefore i had to step up on my girl-power soap box and tell him what was what.
my late morning shipment of boxes came in around 11:00 am, and so that kept me busy right up until lunch, where i had a fried shrimp po-boy sandwich. (sidenote: where does the word po-boy originate from?) and a hawaiian punch (my guilty pseudo-soft drink pleasure). i evidently had too much because my stomach felt quite distended for a while, and my eyes were droopy too.
the afternoon is where things got a little more interesting. we had 3 code 99's called. after one of them i got a frantic call from someone who "wanted any cardiologist NOW", and so i transferred them to the back where i assume they got what/who they wanted because there were no additional calls about that. then one of the code 99's got cancelled.
whenever a bunch of code 99's get called (for those that don't know, for my hospital a code 99 is when someone goes into cardiac distress), i always feel quite anxious and sad, because i know that when someone truly goes into cardiac arrest, there's less than a 50% chance of them actually being revived (i forget the actual percentage).
then i found out the most important news....larry birkhead is anna nicole smith's baby daddy! ok, so it's not the most important news, but i found out during my afternoon news article perusal, and promptly told all the nurses in the back, to which there was immediate and joyous noises and "told you so"s and etc. they thanked me for doing my job well.
haha...on another note, one nurse told me that i was doing a great job with the inventory, and how much smoother the process has been since i've had the job. sure, it's not perfect by any means, the numbers don't mean anything for most of the stock we have, but the nurses don't complain as much, and the stuff gets put away promptly, so that made me happy that my work is being recognized in a positive manner.
after that, a small child had an echocardiogram done, and he cried for the entire duration of the procedure. loud. really. loud. it was really annoying me to hear his crying, but then i thought, that kid must only be around 3 or 4 years old, and he must be terrified to have to go to the hospital to get poked by some weird machine in the dark by a stranger that makes weird noises. after i thought that, i stopped being annoyed by the crying and felt more thankful that the kid was being checked out at an early age just in case something bad was happening to him.
so that's it for the adventures...only 45 minutes until i leave for home!