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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

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Location: California, United States

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Welcome To My World

I spent 5 hours yesterday in the emergency room. I work in a psych facility and one of my nurses got sucker punched in the jaw by a developmentally delayed schizophrenic who is 6 feet tall and about 220 pounds. The nurse is about 5 foot 4. Luckily, her jaw wasn't broken. But for 5 hours, I got to watch the never ending stream of human misery. Broken wrists, broken arms, broken ankles, migraine headaches, strangulated hernias, strokes in progress, car wrecks. You name it, they had it.

Of course, I don't have to go to the emergency room to see this stream of misery. The staff provides me with plenty of drama and entertainment. In the past 6 weeks we have had 1 gall bladder removal with complications, 2 cardiac catheterizations, 1 nearly lethal case of congestive heart failure, and one gangrenous foot.

Nurses do not take care of themselves.We smoke. We eat fatty foods. We ingest massive quantities of caffeine in the forms of coffee, coke, or pepsi. We never sleep and we are consummate workaholics. And people wonder why I tell my neices if they ever choose nursing as a profession I will cut them out of my will.

My will? By now it must be a family joke. I just purchased my first home. An elderly mobile home in a retirement park. Hence the title of my Blog. I have a dog that is sucking up hundreds of dollars per month with a bad case of irritable bowel, a huge tax bill, and my dilapidated little trailer. I can't even afford to make much needed repairs right now. If I play my cards right, I can retire at 72.

The trick will be to stay alive that long. Without a long list of physical ailments that will suck up the principal of my 401K. Which, by the way, is not growing nearly fast enough even though I sink every extra penny I have into its insatiable and terrifying maw.

Retirement is a discussion for another time however. For now, I will bid you all adieu, knowing that you cannot wait to see what else will flow from my twisted mind.

2 Comments:

Blogger Worm1962 said...

Hi Nursepam, I love your blog, you are very expressive. The name is fantastic, LOL :-). Keep it coming!

8:38 PM PDT  
Blogger Gina said...

Welcome, thanks for stoping by my blog. Saying that you work in the psych ward reminds me of the first time I met my husband's aunt.
She asked me were we were living and I told her the area. She said, "oh, that's right up the street from the mental hospital. I spent about a year there in the 70s." I thought to myself that it was great how she didn't have a problem talking about her mental illness. I found out that night that she was a nurse and she did her psych rotation in Saint Louis...I'm just glad I didn't ask if she was feeling better!

9:01 PM PDT  

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