The thing I hate about working in Recovery at work is that you can be cruising along in your day, quiet and unassuming, and suddenly you find yourself orienting a new nurse who has just received a patient with 35 colon polyps freshly removed, another patient with colon cancer freshly diagnosed, and a third patient who's colonoscopy took 3 minutes flat (to make up for that lost time when we got bogged down in polyp retrieval and biopsying of cancer).
And suddenly your day comes to a screeching, grinding halt. Before you know it, it's 5:40 p.m. and the last time you looked at the clock, you swear it was only 3:10.
Days like this are what make me believe it will be nearly impossible to work this job that I love, even on days when I'm in Recovery Hell, if we should decide to have Baby #2.
(The highlight of my day was when I was pressing on an older gentleman's belly as he held his breath and tried desperately to FART ALREADY SO YOU'LL FEEL BETTER! He gasped as he exhaled 'You must really love your job'. I do.)
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As someone who has been on the other end of really nice nurses after getting a colonoscopy...I thank you. I think the only reason I did not feel absolutely humiliated because of it all were the nurses who distracted me chatting about my baby and telling me that I'd be fine. I also think the nurses were the only people my age in that "wing" of the hospital...
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