tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post1231093211721523678..comments2024-03-23T17:49:56.783-07:00Comments on oldfoolrn: Egyptian Fun in The Nursing DormOldfoolrnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01747485143127099085noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post-40157773175955413892020-12-02T18:45:19.225-08:002020-12-02T18:45:19.225-08:00I sure hope not! Dental drilling sounds worse than...I sure hope not! Dental drilling sounds worse than any noise I heard in the OR. Maybe because it's a sound we can all personally relate to.<br /><br />This same dental roommate used to go on and on about how much he disliked patients with dental phobias. As a child a dentist pulled one of my teeth without a local. My fears were absolutely not phobic-about as grounded in reality as you can get!Oldfoolrnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01747485143127099085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post-69394391097425766022020-12-02T18:32:00.340-08:002020-12-02T18:32:00.340-08:00What saline flushes lack in volume, they make up f...What saline flushes lack in volume, they make up for in convenience and velocity of the stream. There are a plethora of worthy delivery devices for assorted water fights in nursing. The favorite weapon in nursing school was those old fashioned enema cans. With tubing attached the soaking stream could be directed around corners or under doors. When the befuddled victim responded to the meager squirt from the tubing, the entire can could be unloaded. those were the days!Oldfoolrnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01747485143127099085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post-6353571205603065512020-12-02T14:52:29.621-08:002020-12-02T14:52:29.621-08:00Oh no! I might hear dental drilling in my dreams n...Oh no! I might hear dental drilling in my dreams now!jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09357820440454534635noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post-21146007344242897252020-12-02T12:05:07.563-08:002020-12-02T12:05:07.563-08:00It's often stated that time assuages, but I st...It's often stated that time assuages, but I still have way too many unpleasant memories of phones jarring me awake from a deep sleep to face the bright O.R. lights for an emergency trauma case. These middle of the night awakenings often turned me into a zombie the next day- not unlike the trance like state I see youngsters in while engaged with their smart phones. I'm happy to think I'll muddle through the rest of this life without ever owning a cell phone.Oldfoolrnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01747485143127099085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post-29376105334690908342020-12-01T20:43:40.681-08:002020-12-01T20:43:40.681-08:00I was greeted by a water fight one of my very firs...I was greeted by a water fight one of my very first weeks working as a brand new baby nurse! There are so many good memories associated with my first nursing job; it really did become home to a second family. <br /><br />We were getting ready for some hot mess of a patient, and just all standing around the room feeling antsy. Apparently it was tradition to screw with the new people, or maybe someone was just feeling spicy, but I caught a full saline flush directly to the abdomen literal moments before the patient rolled in - so I'm standing there with a soaking wet scrub top, trying to pass it off as nothing. At first opportunity my preceptor defended me with return flushes, the MD got caught in the crossfire, an RT decided to get involved, and everyone spent the golden hour in full on Flush Warfare over a poor ventilated patient who was none the wiser.Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15236693436272479076noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post-63720346220732189682020-12-01T02:06:11.051-08:002020-12-01T02:06:11.051-08:00These days they'd all be on their mobile phone...These days they'd all be on their mobile phones OFRN, not building human pyramids. The youngsters today don't know what they're missing! SueAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post-20483702390328032032020-11-30T18:29:07.946-08:002020-11-30T18:29:07.946-08:00Sadly, I was never given the opportunity to parti...Sadly, I was never given the opportunity to participate in the pyramid building fun. I was not allowed past the first floor of the school of nursing which contained classrooms procedure labs and the library.<br /><br />I shared a room in the hospital with a dental resident who spent most of his spare time practicing drilling on cadaver teeth with a portable dental drill. I still hear the screech of that drill when I close my eyes. The girls always updated me on the dorm shenanigans at beakfast before clinical began. It was a great way to start the day.Oldfoolrnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01747485143127099085noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4723755846699098373.post-9564260283632618352020-11-30T09:49:51.114-08:002020-11-30T09:49:51.114-08:00Were you ever at the bottom of the pyramid? At tha...Were you ever at the bottom of the pyramid? At that age being crushed by a handful of young women may have been worth it for the small chance of a pleasant experience through the promise of crushing pain. I remember being young and not likely to be killed by such shenanigans. jonohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09357820440454534635noreply@blogger.com