Thursday, December 4, 2008

“Mr. Jeremy, You need to shut your face!”

So last night I got assaulted by another patient…

Although I was angry and upset for having to monitor this patient in the Locked Quiet Room (LQR), I quickly reminded myself that there are more important things than rushing to Panera Bread for a tasty bread bowl of soup. I’ve finally come to that point where a potential assault at work isn’t really a big thing. There is a patient who may be coming over from residential that is capable of taking 2-3 grown men down by himself but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. I’m still happy with my job and the people I work with. Sometimes I forget how fortunate I am to HAVE a job.

It’s been a great week overall! My long time friend who is living in North Carolina was in town for Thanksgiving break and my basketball team swept the Old Spice Tournament beating Oklahoma State, Maryland, and Tennessee. It’s snowed over 4 feet in the past week and my dog is doing really well! She’s actually sitting next to me this very moment. Things in my personal life have gotten interesting as well. There’s a tech at work who I’ve been talking with and hanging out with and it’s nice to have someone I can vent to about work who understands. H is relatively new and she’s pretty cute! We went to lunch this weekend and I loved the time we shared and finding out more about who she is. She’s interested in pursuing here RN as well and we’re trying to see if we’ll be able to take some courses at PPCC together. My staff on Willow Wing have been giving me a hard time about it. I still claim that we’re just friends but they are convinced otherwise. Two nights ago, I went over to the adult unit to get away from the kids and stress that I was feeling that night and Rae came over on her break. H asked me to pour Mt. Dew for her and I figured it was no big thing and obliged. Well, to make a long story short, Rae – my partner in crime tech, came up to me singing… You’ve got it bad by Usher. Confused, I pressed the matter trying to see what she was talking about and she swears H and I were following each other around like lovesick puppies. I’m still not convinced but Rae threw the Norm of Reciprocity in my face and I guess I can kind of see what she’s getting to. When H’s boyfriend found out that she had lunch with me, he apparently didn’t talk to her for an entire day. They live together which makes that completely ridiculous!! So…as far as I’m concerned, H and I are just friends. She has a boyfriend and even though I’m discovering that having a +1 is something I’m finding in the women I’m interested in usually have in common, I’m not planning on messing with that relationship. That’s not my style and we all hate the guy who comes in, destroys a relationship and doesn’t even think twice about it.

DRAMA!!

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Thanksgiving at the Nut House

I hope all of you had a very happy and joyful Thanksgiving! Mine wasn’t all that great although I’m thankful I could dedicate my holiday to those who didn’t have the opportunity to be with their loved ones. I spent Thanksgiving at work and boy was it an eventful evening!! We had two patients who assaulted other patients. The police were called and the chaos that ensued was a complete mess to manage. One patient pulled a nice chunk of hair from another patient and a younger patient threw a folding chair hitting someone, kicked a patient, and punched another patient square in the face. Talk about drama!! In the grand aspect, it was pretty entertaining although the stress of the moment forced me into an anxiety attack. The evening was salvaged when my wonderful friends stopped by with some Thanksgiving food. My parents were in Phoenix with my grandfather helping take care of things that needed attending to since my grandmother passed away in the spring and my sister spent Thanksgiving with her new boyfriend.

All in all…It reminded me how grateful I am for my own personal mental sanity and for the amazing friends who take the time to think of me when they’re with their own loved ones.