TRYIN TO CATCH ME RIDIN DIRTY...

Let's take a break from the self absorbed sob stories I like to call my life and take a look at what has become of my quiet. peaceful. serene. island in my short absence...

In my 23 (almost 24) years of existence, canned carbonated beverages has been legally BANNED from PEI. Instead of cans, we drink our beverages out of nice little glass bottles. This hasn't bothered me at all, and personally, I'd like to see the 1984 law stay, but some Islanders just want what they can't have!

When Errol Waugh heard that people had been selling canned pop at the Jack Frost Festival in Charlottetown, he jumped in his pickup to make a special off-Island trip, bringing back five pallets of Pepsi-Cola — almost 10,000 cans.
He was up and running for business until one of his customers turned out to be an undercover enforcement officer.
The canned pop bust was P.E.I.'s largest ever.
Waugh admits to having peddled cans on a small scale for some time now...

Full Story at http://www.cbc.ca/canada/prince-edward-island/story/2008/03/06/cans-seized.html

disgraceful really...

LAST THING THAT I HAD HEARD YOU WERE DOING JUST FINE...

"...When I walked in there, into that room, I was totally taken aback by this patient's state. He was totally covered in blood, his face, dried blood, dripping from his nose, blood all over his hands, all over his sheets. I just went into a sudden state of shock. I almost wanted to cry. It was ridiculous. He was restrained...and I'm just totally shocked..." - Sharon Eifried (Bearing Witness to Suffering: The Lived Experience of Nursing Students).

This is not unlike my situation on Tuesday. After hearing the emergency call bell I ran into my patient's room to find him covered in blood, pulse-less, and unresponsive. The next hour was the most organized chaos I've ever observed or experienced in my life. 30 some odd people cramped into a tiny 4 bed room, people running in and out of the room grabbing crash carts, suction sets, gowns, intubation tubes, gowns. I primed lines to bolus the patient with NS. As calmly as I could muster I gave the code team a full report of the patient's medical history. Finally he was intubated and brought to the ICU. The team continued to work on getting an art line. I gave report and left. The patient was still unresponsive...

Not sure if there was anything I could have done to prevent this, but for the rest of my day and the following day (and hopefully for the rest of my career) I read up on as much patient history as I could and kept an extra close eye on my patients - to the point where I started to annoy them a little bit...

LET IT OUT

4 years ago I got a message from someone whom I hadn't talked to in a very long time. "Haven't you heard...." I didn't think I would ever stop crying. And when I did finally stop, I felt numb. Eventually, with time and understanding friends and family, I started to feel normal and happy again.
Normally I like to pretend I'm hardcore and focused - I like to keep the fact that I cry during movies like Juno and The Family Stone a secret. I take risk, I jump out of moving planes, I want to work in the cold sterile environment of the OR, I run 42.2K for fun... But just when you least expect it, you're slightly sleep deprived and fighting off a cold, your guard is down. Someone mentions something familiar to that situation 4 years ago and all of a sudden you find yourself excusing yourself from the middle of class, crying your face off in the school bathroom...
But whatever, even Christina Yang cries every once and awhile, so yea, whatever.

LAST NIGHT I HAD THAT STRANGE DREAM...

Last night was a weird one. From text messages at 1:30am telling me to expect drunken texts later in the night and sure enough texts at 4am telling me not to be afraid to lead the freak parade...Oh and I love the "good night" msn messages as I'm waking up. Those are wikkkid. I also dreamed I was getting up at the ungodly hour of 6am to go to work as a vetrinarian and in my sleep I was planning out everything I had to do all day. I'm a top vet in my dreams. But alas, I'm off to spread running awareness and teach Absolutely Fabulous in my real life.

DON'T WAKE ME I PLAN ON SLEEPING IN...