On my way home, I had this thinking about loosing our patient who has been confined for more than two years. She has been in and out of the intensive care unit since then. She has just turned 95 on March 10th.
This morning I woke so early and punched in at 6:10 am. I came in early to get the bedside-to-bedside endorsement done before the grand endorsement. While on my way, the caregiver of our resident patient texted me to bring her some cheese, to which I replied that there was none left. It was 5:30 am.
As I reached the ward, I was informed that the said patient was hooked to mechanical ventilator late last night de to difficulty breathing and for some reason it suddenly stopped working so the charge nurse was doing the ambubagging. I hurriedly entered her room and she’s becoming cyanotic (bluish discoloration) showing signs of respiratory distress. The pulse oximeter does not register pulse rate nor oxygen level in her body. No blood pressure can be acquired even on palpatory way. I and the bedside nurse tried but to no avail.
The charge nurse asked me to page the cardio and pulmonary fellows. The bedside nurse did it. But as we waited for the fellows to arrive, her condition got worse, the charge nurse asked me to call the code. I dialled 7 and in a heartbeat the PA summoned the code blue team to our ward. I wheeled in the crash cart into the room. The team was there in less than a minute.
They hooked her to cardiac monitor and four doctors tried to start peripheral line. One has started cardiac compression and was shouting to push to epinephrines. It started at 6:31 am and ended at 6:37 am. After the fourth epi has been pushed, she showed sign of revival.
We felt relief. She’s prepped to be wheeled in to the medical ICU again.
out of silence, the tension was pulsating. We love our abolita (as I fondly call her).
At past 2:00 pm I texted the caregiver asking for the patient’s condition and they said that she is stable. A few minutes after that, the PA summoned code blue team to medical ICU. We became worried. I called the medical ICU and as if a large rock was removed from my chest, it was not our beloved patient.
I learned from the medical ICU nd the caregiver that she will be wheeled in to her favorite room in our ward once she has tolerated the weaning process from the mechanical ventilator.

Since I cannot have my hair rebounded as yet, I have decided to go for a hair cut to sort of manage my mane. I had a quick trim at my favorite salon and the stylist there kept on talking me into having a good treatment for my ill-looking tress. I just kind of shook the topic off like a dandruff of my shoulders by telling him that I have no budget for it yet and I will be back as soon as I collected money already.

Getting my hair grow back is one of the signs that I am on remission. The problem about it though is that they seem to grow in uncontrolled manner which is hard to manage. The way to tame the little hair is by using the maximum hold hairspray but I am scared that this will cause hair loss or itchy scalp problem. Right now I am in to some sort of hair loss preventions so as not experience the problem I used to have with my tress.

I was approached by my headnurse and she told me the gretest shocker of my nursing career… being a member of the education committee, I am tasked to host the upcoming symposia, Oh crap!
I tried to appeal saying that I am just a menber of the committee and the horror err honor should be with the group head. There I fell flat on my face because the head of the group is my headnurse and there’s no bargaining. I just told her to prepare a crash cart nearby in case my chest exploded due to palpitations.
The most cruel part of it is that it’s gonna happen on my birthday! It’s my off and it’s gonna be an unpaid task.

Although I have been skipping on regular meals when I am duty, I am binging on large meals whenever I am on off duty. No wonder I have put on some pounds for the past three months. My only exercise at this point is sprinting from the basement to the fourth floor through the stairway. There are best weight loss diet pills out there but I still opt to go natural when it comes to shedding off the unwanted pounds.

The hospital shifts are already known to be crazy and I could day that my mind somehow has adapted to this craziness. I have to right to complain because this is what I prayed for and many would kill for this job. The only consolation I get from enduring the long and tiring shifts is the words of gratitude from the patients and their relatives. They could not believe that they are actually in a public hospital because they are getting good service. Delighting them is actually not an issue to me the only problem I have is getting rid of blackheads that seem to enjoy staying on my face. Am I really that hospitable?

I was pretty pleased today because I was able to finish my endorsement on the dot!
I was just on 8-hour shift which was 7 am to 3 pm and I was not able to enjoy my off yesterday coming from a graveyard shift. Then again, I was overjoyed. I had the most suave shift. I was able to close my charts at 2 pm and finish my equipment inventory at 2:30 pm. The incoming bedside nurse was early and asked me to do the endorsement right away and so I did.
This is just a good day for me.

My birthday is coming and I cannot prevent it. So instead of worrying about the year that will be added to my existence in this world, I try to focus on blessings that I received in the past year. The most important of it all it being on remission for the longest. I am praying that this will last forever. I still have so much things to do and I need to be in the pink of health to carry them out.
I know it would not be too much to ask from Him.
On the other side, I would also like to receive some good coach gifts

My youngest niece who is just one year and 5 months old drives me crazy.
She loves to belch incomprehensible sounds while holding on to something as a microphone. I was pleasantly surprised to hear her sing a line of twinkle twinkle little star and the words are clear and she’s in tune! She would even pretend to strum her plastic guitar while she sings the line.
I call her my rock princess and she really drives me crazy.

Summer is officially here and it has been causing huge destruction to the country’s livelihood especially to farming. Too much heat and the absence of the rain have caused the farmlands to dry and crack up. The rising temperature also have caused the watersheds to reach critical levels indicating the need to ration water supply not just to farms but also to residential and industrial areas. It is too sad that not a many have stainless steel drums and could store potable water that they could use in getting on with their everyday water requirements.