Only in America, the land of the dumb.

Health care in this country sucks. Now that is not a revelation, not a new found concept. It seems like the uninsured get better care than the insured. Not only that, the patient I was taking care of the other day even has the audacity to demand service, that I was too slow and wants to know when the doctor is coming and who sent me there anyway. The bastard can hardly speak english and I'm wiping his fucking mexican ass.

This bean eating, cerveza drinking, cocaine snorting, bastard creating piece of low life scum was my patient for 2 days. No insurance so his care is paid for by the taxpayers and I get to feed him and clean his ass. ONLY IN FUCKING AMERICA. Fuckers like him should be deported to the land of crap down south. He is sucking the life out of this great nation. He is one of 13 children and all of them wants to have visas to visit him in the hospital. 13 potential illegal aliens with their bastard kids coming to America, with no skills, don't speak english, and want have great life here in our country on our expense. Now where do I send money to support the Patriots who are watching our borders in Arizona?

To make it worst, he is demanding care. WHAT THE FUCK? But, it's okay. The scum is dying. He is septic, infection everywhere. Even the inside of his eyeballs are infected. If he survives, he can be blind, on dialysis and who knows what else. With dialysis, it's automatic medicare. We get to pay for his healthcare until he dies. He is only in his early 40's so that will be millions of dollars. Oh, maybe we can also pay for his drug habit and alcoholism.

I like what they did in North Carolina when I was working as a nurse there. They deported the poor guy back south for free. He has abdominal cancer and NC ain't paying for that sorta thing. The social worker said Mexico City was bad. The hospital was pretty primitive.

I pay a pretty penny for my health insurance and the bastards wont pay for my medication without doctors authorization. The doctor prescribed the medicine, now he needs to authorize it? What a stupid system. One insurance gal called in one day asking about a patient. I wasn't familiar about the company she represents so I asked what is xyz. She said "the insurance company, the one that pays the bills." Wow, I'm impressed. They actually pay? I never have to deal with insurance people before, so I was a little leary. There are laws about info over the phone. This chick was pretty savy, she thinks. Unfortunately, the info she needs is not in the chart and to make it worst a doctor just grabbed the chart. So now I can't help her. She asked for the case manager for the patient and I told her I need to look it up and I'll put her on hold. She hang up after a couple of minutes. Bwahahahaha. Stupid bitch. She didn't call again. It's nice to screw with the fucking insurance company. Next time I send my premium, I'll ask for the money to be authorized before they can cash it.

Jaded... who, me?

Okay, I've been told that I was jaded, again, about my work. What? I'm jaded about my nursing career? Hmmm... yes I am but I'm on denial. Been in denial for years. Changing hospitals every now and then tend to help me refocus and it helps a lot. Doesn't do much on the retirement account but tell me who has a decent retirement now a days. If the company can find a hole in your performance, they will fire you 2 weeks before your retirement.

I was also told by a cousin of mine that I'm jaded with relationships with the opposite sex. This is a complex issue and I believe people has written books and earned PhDs talking and writing about this subject so who am I to blog about it. I just found it difficult to start a relationship then I find out that the woman in a psycho. Too much invested time and emotional energy goes to nothing. Dating is the most unenjoyable activity there is. It's a costly exercise that always end up in nothing.

Buying a digital camera on the other hand is a fruitful endeavor. Damn, those babies are light and I don't think of developing film the next day. If the composition is bad or the lighting sucks, delete the bastard. Bwahahaha. Now, I can spend thousands on a camera system and be damn happy about it. Photography is a great hobby. I know a lot of great guys who are into it. Yup, just like me, a couple of grand worth of multicoated glass that wrapped in thick metal that focuses light onto a sensor is more exciting than flushing the money down the toilet as in during a date. Checkout the memory in these cameras. SanDisk 1Gigabyte Extreme III. The fastest read write CompactFlash card at this time. Hundreds of shots in one card. Huhhh, I can't breath. The lenses are silent ultrasonic motors with internal focus, wickedly fast, tack sharp. Now that's what I call love. Bwahahaha.

So, anyone tells me that I'm jaded will be slapped, backhanded and kicked in the ass. Keep your stinking opinions to your self cause I know about it. No one needs to remind me. Lets talk cameras and lenses. They relax me. Hey, how about those image stabilized lenses?...(fade to blue)

Possessed.

I was transfering a patient to the step down unit when I heared stressed voices. 180 bed 2 is brady! What's the rate? Brady in the 40's! Call a code, call a code!!

After 20 mins of chest compressions and pushing drugs to the poor person's body, the doctor called the code over. The monitor shows a straight line and no blood pressure. I went back to my patient and recalled the transporter back to help move my patient.

There is activity back in the code room. I went to the monitor tech/unit secretary and asked her what is going on. She said the patient went back to life. What???? Yup. Sure enough, the "dead" is back. The heart apparently restarted it self and the patient started gasping for breath. It was not a normal breathing, it was agonal. The vent was re attached and turned on.

How weird, I've never seen such a thing in my nursing career. I'm learning a lot working days. I hope it doesn't happen to me.

Spooked.

I usually don't post when I'm working 3 straight days. Today is special.

I was preparing my patient to go to MRI. Two MRI techs were there to help me. The pt's watch needs to come off as MRI and metal are not good companions. I went ahead and removed the watch from his left wrist. The tech helped me route the watch around his pulse monitor wire. I then placed the watch in his drawer. I was thinking that it will not go anywhere as we'll be back within an hour or so.

After the procedure, we returned to his room and the first thing that came to my mind was the watch. I opened the drawer and the watch was gone. I looked everywhere. Checked the drawers several times. I felt right away that some force is playing with me but yet again, it could be human.

I reported the incident to my charge nurse and she too looked around. I called the MRI techs if they found a watch and one of them stated that I placed it in the drawer. I told them that the watch is gone. I asked around and no one has seen a watch. I took out the bedside drawer to the hallway and dismantled it. No watch anywhere.

After a few hours, the family came and I told them what happened. They were sad that the watch is missing. They thank me for telling them and I told them to get the ring for safe keeping. After a few moments of visiting, they left for dinner.

After giving report to the night nurse, I mentioned to her about the missing watch. I showed her which drawer it was. I pointed at the drawer and opened it. WELL, there it was. The watch was in the drawer, where I left it. I felt goosebumps all over my body. I told the charge nurse what I found and she too was surprised. This is too weird. Man, I'm totally spooked. This never happened to me before.

My charge nurse was telling me that she doesn't believe in ghosts so someone has taken and returned the watch. She was mad that someone was crazy enough to pull this trick. I felt that something has taken it and was playing with me. I interviewed the other patient's husband if he say someone go in and out of the room when we were out. He said no one came in.

The patients family returned later and I told them that the watch was found. They thanked me but I told them that the watch just reappeared in the drawer. The niece asked her uncle if he wants them to keep the watch for safe keeping. He said it's okay, he got the watch from WalMart. I was happy to tell the family that the watch is back but I can't believe that such an event will happen to me. I did pray hard that the watch will be found but not back in the drawer. I'm just speechless.

Walking on my way to the parking lot I felt some weird feeling about the possibility that some spirit has been playing with me. It's distracting as I worry more about how people might think that I was stealing a watch from an old man. I also wonder if there is a message being sent to me. A warning perhaps. Who knows, I just hope it's just a prank.

High school reunion. Let us blend...

I was lucky enough to find another nurse to cover me at the end of my shift last Saturday. Ask and you shall recieve. Alleluia. I made it to my high school reunion in time to witness some realy nice singing, dancing, awards and appreciation ceremonies. I was the only one on hawaiian shirt, denim shorts and running shoes. I forgot to ask about dress codes. I knew my brother was wearing semi formal as I saw his tennis shoes at home. I can't find my dress shoes so I opted for the hawaiian look. No one was rude enough to mess with my attire choice so it never really bothered me.

I went shopping for souvineers. A couple of LSQC mugs, a license plate, a pin, a couple of shirts, a CD and a sticker. It nice to have stuff about high school. I remember I used to buy stickers at the school store.

I enjoyed the night so much that I hang out with them up to 1 in the morning. Others have to leave as they have a long trip ahead of them the following morning. Others have a long trip ahead of them that night.

The most memorable moment was when everyone stood up and sang our school hymn. It's been 23 years since I hear that song sang by a group. I can just see Mr. Novera looking down on us playing his accordion.

Sony VCG-RB48GY.

I upgraded to another desktop computer a couple of weeks ago. I bought a lap top 3 years ago for the flexibility of being able to transport a powerful computer from one place to another. In those 3 years I brought the computer out less than 5 times. I really don't need a computer to go so I settled for a desktop. I can get more power, bigger screen, and pay less for my new toy.

This machine is a lot quicker than my laptop. I can also hookup my cable so I can watch t.v. and record shows while I'm away. The 19" LCD screen was a dream fulfilled. I've been using a 17" all these years. It can handle analog and digital signals like Sony Playstation. Hmm, I should hook it up and see what it looks like.

This puppy has a remote control. Wow, that is neat. This is by no means the top ot the line. Top of the lines are obsolete in six months. A 3 year old hyperthreading technology is good for my needs. Why pay for the leading edge when there is no software to run on it? Yup, learned my lesson. Gotta make the money stretch out for more toys. hehehe