A Case of the Mondays

I know that I have already had three blogs about my work, but I worked today so here’s another great hospital story! Walking down the halls, often I exchange pleasantries with my fellow hospital employees, they are pointless, but some how vital to keep up moral. This day was no different than any other, walking by the secretaries desk, one of the nurses approached, with a great big smile asked, “So Blake, how was your day?” As usual, her name evaded me, but it was evident that in her dark blue scrubs she was in fact a nurse. So I dodge the whole situation by calling her ‘hey’. I inhaled and took a moment thinking about how I would respond, I started to mess around with the pockets of my very faded, overly worn wine colored scrubs trying to concentrate. Should I just go with the flow and tell her it was good, or maybe bannerific (named after the hospital I work at, Banner Baywood) or maybe just tell her exactly how its going.

Just in a daze about how I was going to answer this seemingly simple question I started to reflect upon my day. Earlier in one of my rooms a patient was under contact precautions. This simply means they have a nasty virus or infection that is easily spreadable and really sucks to get so you put on a plastic gown and gloves to avoid direct contact with the patient. This patient simply did not respect me for what ever reason, I’m too young, I look like a hippy, or whatever, he just simply would not respect me. He wouldn’t listen to the advice I was giving him, and even yelled at me to help him with his legs, and he continued to make it worse and explained to the nurse that he doesn’t like it when people just stand around, when I was literally in the middle of trying to help him. Which I really do not understand, how can you stand, sit, lay there when A) you can’t even walk by yourself and B) your wearing a dress that waves just enough to get an eye full of bottom.

Then I reflected about joking around with my mom on one of her floors. You see my mom is the director of nursing on the fourth floor, and is a pretty easy going person, so her nurses are pretty easy going with me, therefore are pretty friendly. I overheard my mom talking to one of her coworkers saying,
“Oh, there’s my son…blah, blah, blah”. Then, like usual, the person said, “Oh, I didn’t know that he was your son!” You see him saying that was a mistake, because whenever this happens my mom drops everything she’s doing to run me down and stick her face right against mine and say “ See we look just a like!” So when I saw her lunging for me I yelled across the room “No, I’m not your son strange lady!”. I was hoping that other people would be like wow that is a strange lady, since my mom looks like a civilian clothes, and doesn’t wear scrubs with the rest of us. Unfortunately, the all the nurses new who she so they immediately started laughing. Just then my mom grabbed my face and did the same thing she does every time.

I could tell that the nurse was starting to worry about me taking such a long time to respond. Knowing I had to respond quickly, I searched my thoughts for one more second.
“Well, it was a Monday.” I responded.
“Ya, same here she responded, can’t wait for it to end!”
“Ha, ya me too, just three more short hours and I’m free.”
She left with a smile, and I knew that my answer satisfied her question.