First, my work trauma. Of course, I cannot go into detail, for the reasons of confidentiality, but let me just say, why is it when someone who seemed fine expires unexpectedly, that the nurse gets the fury of the family? Besides the fact that the doctor (who doesn't want a lawsuit against him), intentionally tried to make it look like I was partly to blame. Yes, that's right, yours truly got thrown under the bus to a crying, mourning family by the doctor. Of course, the autopsy proved otherwise, but that didn't stop the family from screaming at me loud enough that the whole ICU heard it that I killed their loved one. I guess with my thick accent and hillbilly ways, it was easy to assume this Kentucky boy didn't know what he was doing (when in fact I followed orders, contacted the physician before the trouble REALLY got bad, and never left that individuals side until the doctors finally gave up on him). I figured it must be easy to assume I am incompetent because of my slang and slower than usual speech, they probably assumed I went to a one room nursing school where we practiced on hogs or some shit.
Adam has been great through this though, he let me pick a movie and we went out to eat and I got drunk as hell. We watched "snakes on a plane" at home (very stupid show), then watched "The Happening" by M. Night Shamynalamna-ding-dong (also quite stupid), and I drank some very fruity drinks at Apple bees until I was staggering.
Tomorrow, I drive back to Kentucky, so I can pick up a friend of mine named Delilah. She is one of my best friends, and a nurse too, who I convinced to come work for my travel company and to come to Delaware. Adam and her don't get along too well to be honest, because she knew me before me and Adam were together, and has seen the messy/slutty side of me before (what?! just being honest...) and has a tendency to instigate some of my less civil behaviors.
Oh, and my automatic window broke in my car on the drivers side, and the AC quit working too. How great is that? My window is being held up with a screwdriver now. Isn't that lovely? Now my car says Kentucky on the back (license plate) and on the driver's side. Oh Joy...
Anyway, enough of that, I am off work till Thursday, and have alot of research to do and reading to catch up on (you know how I am...LOL).
Later gang.