The one where I get called into work...only to be sent home

 

Not right home, but I got called off this morning due to low unit census, (lc for those of you who don't have to do this), and then called back in at 1145 to take one patient.

One.

One that was supposed to go to a floor that was "full".

I had her for 3 hours, when I was told to transfer her to the floor she was supposed to go to, which left me with zero, 0, no patients.

Then I was told I might as well go home.

*sigh*

People, I drive an hour and a half to work.  An hour and a half back.  I was called in because no one in the ICU wants to work my unit.  Seriously.

On the up side, I'm home before 9 at night.  Downside...I have 2 more days of work left!


Remember, it's just a ride.

The one where things are just not happening

Truely.  They are so not happening that I haven't blogged in 2 weeks!

Canning was finished a week ago.  Now we get to eat the fruits of our labors until next years' canning season.

Work is work.  People are sick and I get to deal with their neuroses over being sick.

Grandson appears to be 2 still, I expect that will change next year.  Maybe the year after also.

Husband is still a grouchy old man.  I'm a menopausal wreck.

Yep, things are just not happening around here.

Except sewing.  I did start sewing again...finally.

Stay tuned for the next installment, Stuck in a Rut.


Remember, it's just a ride.