So our New Year's started off rather ungloriously. We went out to dinner with friends at the local casino (given our rural area we have limited choices.) They didn't really coordinate the countdown, so we just huddled in the middle of the slot machines at some time approximating midnight and kissed when the majority of the other patrons seems to be doing so. Happy New Year.
We then packed up Momma and the kids the next morning and drove down to Sacramento. We had a nice dinner with the AirBNB Granny I stay with while I am in SacTo. One night to rest, then hubby took Momma back to SoCal, and I stayed so the I could start working on the 2nd. He came back the next day as I was leaving for work and left yesterday back to NorCal.
Tonight is my fourth shift out of a run of six, and the New Year is kicking along with the usual compliment of the crazed, the crazy, and the generally craziness that comes with working around any holiday. We're also in the midst of cold and flu season, and any child with a sniffle and a temp above 98.6 is being brought in to the ED. Everyone is demanding Z Packs, and if the child has even touched their ear within the last week, they automatically assume it's an ear infection and that they need an Amoxicillin prescription.
We also get all of the out-of-towners who forgot to bring their medications with them when they traveled to visit their loved ones meaning right about now their Norco, Methadone, Oxycontin prescriptions have run out and they need more. Doesn't matter that they're scheduled to go home in a couple of days, they need their drugs now!
Our beds are also full of the homeless, the depressed, the I can't stand to live another day so I tried to kill myself and my dog so that we could cross the Rainbow Bridge together. As to that last one, I made the mistake of asking the paramedics if Animal Control or the Sheriff's office had taken the dog or were planning to file animal abuse charges. The patient then started screaming that she would "just want to die" if her dog was taken away from her. When I asked her what she would have done if the dog had died from the drugs she fed it during her OD attempt, she became even more fixated on the fact that no one was taking away her dog because she "just wouldn't be able to live" at that point. There's a thing called insight... she didn't have it. And, I was too cold standing in the ambulance bay at that point to try to explain it to her...
Hope you had a happy New Year. One of my goals for the year is to write more frequently, so I hope you will come along for the journey as we venture forth into 2015!