The Safety Dance and Other Random Thoughts...
It is absolutely beautiful outside and I am stuck in a basement computer room at the hospital working on my ECCO (Essentials of Critical Care Orientation). Yes, I should be paying attention, but it's a web-based program that has a voice with a speech impediment. Not that I am knocking anyone who has one, but to listen to a woman with a weird New England-type accent mispronounce words for roughly four hours at a time--I mean, really, come on now.
I am counting down the hours--it's been about 2 1/2 and I have another 1 1/2 to go, but there are so many better things I could be doing right now. Like being outside. And going for a cruise. And getting some ice cream from some little hole in the wall roadside place. And walking through a park. And feeding some ducks/geese. And I could go on and on, but alas I will not as this blog could easily become a list of the things I would do right now if I were not stuck in this room the size of a broom closet.
And I digress...
I just finished my rotation on another unit this week and on Monday I start anew yet again. Only now I'm on nights. Yippee ki ay. And yes, there is a lot of sarcastic enthusiasm there. But I guess it's not that bad. It's really the issue of working on the unit from 7p-3a and then sitting in front of a computer from 3a-7a to work on ECCO. I tried it for an hour yesterday morning and I was ready to curl up in an empty hospital bed somewhere. So I left and have to make up my hours on my day off. Sure, I was off yesterday, but my plans to be here were thwarted by the fact that I had to drive to Findlay to pick up my brother from the hospital (nothing serious). So that took up a few minutes of my time. Then, he was hungry, had to return something to Best Buy, yadda yadda, and I'm like, seriously dude, you got a shot of morphine so let's get you home. When all was said and done, I had no time left to come here.
But here I am today. And I'm so over it already. Being alone in this room with nothing but a computer (cell phones don't work down here) really makes a person's thoughts wander.
I have to make a hair appointment.
Will the hospital track me down if they find out I'm surfing bored.com?
Why doesn't environmental services come and clean up this room more often?
I can't believe that I missed Top Chef this week.
Did I set my DVR for Degrassi tonight?
I'm hungry.
I think I will bring in some pictures to hang on these stark white walls. Maybe one of a kitten and one of the Care Bears.
I wonder how old the printer in here is?
I miss my dude.
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, the right stuff...
Why is it that you can't get a fabulous cell phone signal in the Franklin Park Mall?
I think I have to use the restroom. Maybe not.
We can dance if we want to, we can leave your friends behind...
It's nonstop random thoughts. How does one deal? Maybe I should just go back to listening so I can get it done. There's a thought!
Alumni | Kimberly
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