Ed Sheeran - The A-Team

"He said that he will stay-" "I know."

There's something making me pretty thoughtful tonight.
I had to stay longer because we were not able to get back on track with all of our work, yuck.
So one of the anaesthesiologists came to see a patient and returned pretty pissed after a couple of minutes.
"He will stay on the operating table!"
I nodded.
Later I told our doctor what the anaesthesiologist said.
"He said that he will stay on the operating table." "I know! We all know!"

But why do they want to do the surgery anyway?
He will die, no matter what may be.
But I would rather die at home or in my nursing home or whatever than in an operating room, naked, watched by a couple of people?

Death is something I can't deal with pretty good (Luckily. I guess if it wouldn't bother me I would've lost an important part of my humanity).
A few weeks ago when I started working there, there was this old woman, it was Sunday evening and I had late shift, on Monday she would have the same surgery like the patient I wrote about earlier.
She was nice and we chatted a little and made fun together.
I said: "I have my day off tomorrow but on Tuesday we will see each other again."
She died on Monday during the surgery.
Her aorta has been so sclerotic that when they tried to expand it with some kind of balloon, it just simply burst.

I'm going to bed now.
Tomorrow I have my day off.
I guess I won't be seeing the patient again on Saturday.

Tits and cloths

Ok, I know my sense of humor can be quite infantile sometimes, but this made me laugh really hard.
I've been looking for the locker room in the basement of my new work (seriously, I spend most of my time looking for stuff, straying around helplessly) and there was this sign:

Mops and cloths --->

(I guess it's for the cleaning ladies)

Now the German word for mop can be easily altered into the German word for tits because they are written similar. In the end, the sign said:

Tits and cloths --->

I can't help it, I laugh about stuff like that.
It makes everyday working life less serious.

Post number 500

So, I think it's a pretty nice coincidence, that my 500th post will be about something I waited for three years..

I'm officially a real nurse since Thursday.

I passed all my exams (one of the reasons I did not blog very much, sorry) and will start working in a new, bigger hospital on Tuesday since I did not get into Uni this year (again).

Thanks for reading and I hope you will enjoy the next 500 blog entries :)

XOXO,

Tiny

Dancing on my own - Robyn

I love her songs!

The sound of bells or this will make me pretty nuts within a day.

Yesterday I worked at the ward in the new hospital where I will be working as a real nurse from October on. It's a cardiology ward and they have a lot of patients wearing a telemetry or who are connected with a monitoring system.

The alarm bell rang the whole fucking day.
Seriously.
It's like a wedding or Christmas Eve or when you're in a church or something.

Okay, this is a little over the top but it's pretty close :D



I said to a nurse: "Wow, how do you get along with that? It's driving me nuts already."
She replied: "Well.. You get used to it. After a while you only listen to the really important alarms."
and her colleague added: "When I started working here I woke up in the middle of the night in my bed because I heard the alarm bell for a flatline in my head."

Your weekly prescription

Did you know there was a gang in Brooklyn in 1959 called "The Jokers"?
Me neither but they looked pretty cool!

Twisted Vintage - absolutely NSFW! You know, you love it!^^

Showgirls playing chess. That's it.

The Dive-Bar, a place I would def. like to visit someday.

A blogger I appreciate very much summed up the whole situation with nurses, their self-image and that whole weird behaviour thingie in hospital (it's written in German, sorry.)

Cute flight attendants

If I had an own house I would like to have this in my bathroom!

Plus: A song that makes me dance instantly at the moment. It's "Shuffle" by Bombay Bicycle Club