Chris called me sometime in the night and asked if the retarded man had called me "fat". I had no idea what he was talking about until he explained that one of the nurse's aides told him a female RT had been called "fat" by the retarded guy and from the description given "overweight, but you know, not really fat-fat, long dark hair" Chris assumed it was me. Nope. It was Melissa.
Melissa's take on it? Being called fat didn't bother her near as much as being called "mean". Actually she wasn't upset or offended at all.
But the next time I was paged to go suction my buddy I walked in saying "I hear you've been very naughty tonight" and he giggled. Then I said "You shouldn't say Melissa's mean. She's very nice." He said "I know. I was just kidding."
He thought he was soooooooooooo funny.
Sweet man. You can't get mad. He's a child. But I pretended to scold him anyway.
Last night was the first night of charting paperless. No big deal for me. Most of the night crew had no problems, just a question here and there. I heard there were two people who cried on days. But that's life. I feel bad for the folks who aren't computer literate because those are the ones who are being hit the hardest. You can teach how to chart but there's so much navigating that comes from experience with computers that is impractical to teach.
But hey, the universe revolves around me and I'm absolutely fine with it. I actually prefer it, I can tell already. It only took a couple of A&T's and a PRN treatment and I now feel very comfortable. Rock on. Freadom was right. Paperless is the ticket.