Shepherd Of The Gurneys: February 2022

Wednesday, February 16, 2022

Basic Nursing Text: Gastropathology, 1st Semester

In other news, axed two more dead blogs from the list.

Probably passed away months ago, since I barely dust the cobwebs off here my ownself.

Nearly everyone in this biz is either too tired, too busy, or too hesitant to talk about it online.

And that's really sad.

At this rate, before I retire, I'll be the best ER nursing blog online.

And about the only one.

Which is how I'll win.

Except that still won't happen, because they're looking for "rah-rah go team! NANDA is spectacular! We ♥ Annual Surveys!" happygas, and I'm severely allergic to that bullsh*t.

But that reminds me, I've gotta knock out my...14th...? ACLS re-cert this month.

O joy.

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

110 Hours Of Training

I loves me the kids that work for the local ambulance companies, most trying to become firefighter/paramedics, doctors, nurses, physician assistants, etc., but no matter what the Department of Transportation says, sometimes the brevity of their medical training leaves some rather largish gaps in knowledge and competence.

Case in point:

The other night, Local Ambo Co. crew brings in Mrs. Older Than Dirt from the local convalescent warehouse, for intractable pain.

Medic: "She's having intractable pain from an L-12 fracture."

ER Doc: *blinks*

ER nurse: "L-12?? Are you sure...?"

Medic: *looks at paperwork* "Oh, yes, definitely. Fracture at L-12!"

ER Nurse: "L-12...I see. Did she grow a TAIL...?"

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