Twice this week I have, no wait, three times, thrice, I have cut my hand at work and bled profusely, and had to finish the task at, ha, hand while getting my blood all over. Once with a (clean) injection needle, large bore since it was for putting meds into a fluid bag. No contamination occurred, nothing wasted but the needle, but I had to do some quick wrapping to staunch the flow, and not deposit drops all over the whole OR. Then an ordinary scrape on the toilet stall latch, which opened up again right before I had to move my patient over. Well, those blankets had to be changed out anyway, replaced with warm ones. Then I worked sterile processing yesterday - a good break. Wrapping an item, and I kept seeing what I thought was red ink, where was the red ink coming from? Well, me, and it wasn't ink. I have no idea what I gouged my finger with that time.
And last night I got a call from Moira, who wanted a nurse opinion on a burned wrist, hers. I hope it's looking better this morning.
So, what I'm saying is, be careful, ok?
Dreamed a lot this morning. At the end of one, I leaned over the bed to kiss my grandmother on the cheek. She may not have noticed, and in the light of wakefulness, she looked like neither of my grandmothers, especially not the one she was supposed to have been. But with all the others in my dream crowding around, unwilling to touch her, it seemed both right, and easy enough.
6 comments:
you did the right thing
Your post has me singing Cat Stevens's "oooh, baby, it's a wild world"
tristan,
Never miss a chance to kiss an elderly cheek.
mbick,
Oh, good song.
I stubbed my thumb last week causing a part of the nail to be bent backwards, and on my right hand my smallest finger has a cut just above the nail bed from having to open a difficult to open package.
Both careless mistakes.
Phil,
I told you to be careful. It's been one of those weeks. Poor dear.
Ouch.
Paper cuts. I always get paper cuts.
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