After dutifully discharging my responsibilities as Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy (NJFW) ... or at least trying really hard not to kill the patient or the care-taker ... I think I'm slipping some and am gonna get canned from this position.
I'd love to blame it on being tired and loopy, but I did get a short nap before I cooked dinner. Or perhaps it was because I had to use brain cells I haven't used in a while as I drove a car for the first time in 17 or 18 days. Can't blame jet lag .. there's no time difference between home and Cleveland (well, metaphysical time perhaps, and architectural time, or winning-sports-team time...).
But it's probably grounds for firing from Nurse Jane duty when in the midst of trying to help the patient retire for the evening, getting him comfortable and adjusting the new wedge pillow, NJFW first makes the patient laugh ( a no-no often with patients with giant zipper-like scars and such down their sensitive chests -- was bad enough earlier in the day when M sneezed for the first time post-surgery and his eyes went all cartoon buggy and little tweety birds & stars appeared over his head) -- and then in attempt at bad nurse-patient joke of some sort, NJFW pokes the patient. In the chest / tummy area. Oh crap. In the chest tube drain scar site. Oh double freaking, cheese-n-crackers, %^&*(#$ !!!! He was laughing, but crying, but laughing and crying and I was so fall-over-myself apologetic. Oh dear oh dear.
And then the one thing the patient asks for when I go back downstairs is to bring his best buddy, his heart-shaped chest pillow (he even named it ... "Chester" .. get it .. he hugs it to his chest to relieve chest pain & pressure ... awwww ). So I go downstairs .... and start checking email, scroll the TV guide, check other emails and generally forget what I went downstairs for in first place. Forcing the poor patient to get back outta bed and call for his NJFW to please throw up the pillow. D'OH!!
See!! I'm SOOO fired.
J
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