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9/11/06

"day 10"

Hey!  As you know, Bucky Phillips was caught.  I e-mailed my class this weekend to tell them all about it and I think I freaked out some of the faculty haha.  (the faculty get all the e-mails that go to our class).  So I just e-mailed them again to calm them down. 

Today was a growing day for me!  I did more ultrasound, I did more instructing of exercises, I had two patients entirely by myself, I did stretching on 2 frozen shoulders, and I did a history!  Which was really scary because it's half of the initial eval.  Also I sent in for a dictation code so that I can start doing dictations and I wrote out a practice dictation and did a pretty good, though not perfect, job on it. 

2 new roommates last night.  They were moving in past when I went to bed, so I dont know them that well.  But one of them reminds me alot of Desiree', so I feel like I want to be her best friend.  Hopefully she likes me too.  I feel bad for her because the other girl snores really bad.  When she told me that this morning I wanted to help her, but I was also thanking the Lord that I was able to move into the single bedroom.

Mean-Debbie story:  The nurses call down at 2:30 for a new inpatient to go down to the gym for gait training.  Debbie is in charge of doing all afternoon gait training.  There was only one other inpatient who wasnt even new, so an aide could do that person.  Debbie didnt want to do the new patient because she didnt feel like it.  She didnt have any patients, because her job in the afternoon is the gym.  So this person was her patient.  All the other PT's have patients.  Debbie is the boss.  Debbie is annoying and childish and thinks far too highly of herself.  Debbie made bread today which was disgusting but I ate it and said "Mmmmm!  This is good!"  Because I am a suck-up.

The Dr with the low back pain and the handlebar mustache came in again today, I know the celebrity that he reminds me of now, Jon Lovitz.  He talks like him and looks like him, except the Dr has more hair and that mustache.

You remember the ICU patients I had?  Remember the one that tried to write the note?  And screamed "When am I getting out of here!?"  Well, Liz went up to see him today and I guess he took a turn for the worst.  He's back on the ventilator and still isnt anywhere near where he needs to be oxygen wise.  And I guess they were telling the family that when they took him off the vent he would only live about an hour.
So he's probably going to die soon.
Or as they say in the hospital, 'expire'.

 :(

I'm gonna go finish my book and fix something to eat.  I had a busy day.

Love, Lyndsey