I wanted an insulin drip. What happened was the insulin drip was continued and I was left with a raging penile yeast infection. So I dealt with it. The coolest part of the day was when we went to take out a patient's sutures, and they were so healed over that we had to dig into the skin and wrip them out, with blunt tweezers no less! Blood was running, we kept pouring saline over it and blotting it up. I felt so bad for the guy who was a total trooper.
Sometimes I feel so far away from my other friends now. All I want to do is talk about blood and gross infections and cool rhythm strips, and they are SO not interested. When I'm a real nurse, will I ever be able to connect with them like I used to?