21 August 2009

Why I Love My Job

I am precepting one of our LPNs who finished her RN degree and got a job with us. Today we walk into our patient's room (20 years old, 3rd baby, different fathers for all three kids, delivering only a year after a C-section for eclampsia that left her in a coma for 2 weeks) and the first thing we both noticed was she had pretty much the entire town in her room and there was a guy, around my age, with a shirt that said, and I quote, "It's not going to suck itself." Never say our client base isn't classy. It also turns out that this oldish piece of scrotum may have been the father, while the patient's boyfriend was there for moral support. And then, after several hours of everyone staring at her exposed "glittery hoo-hah" and PHOTOGRAPHING it, she started to nurse the baby and that room cleared out faster that a government building in an anthrax scare. So...y'all have no problem looking at this girl's vulva, but whip out a boob and put it to THE USE FOR WHICH IT WAS INTENDED, and then you get uncomfortable and discreet? Really? Okie, dokie. See, this keeps my life happenin'. If I worked in the City Of Big Computers and Airplanes, I'd be bored out of my mind. Nothing like that happens there.

In other news, I saw District 9 with my pops tonight while the mama llama drug FB and SoS to Shorts. I think I got the better end of the deal. Good flick, that.


  1. omg. she didnt deliver till day shift?! i was developing a moderate to severe hatred for that town of folks/trash at 2 am...

  2. 0707, baby! I'm glad I didn't have too much time with the crowd. Why were you still there at 2??

  3. that story maeks me feel right at home :) gotta love our clients.


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