Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Experience

Since Wednesday I have been hacking up a lung and coughing up mucus into tissues then today I ran out of tissues and the Respiratory Tech says why don’t you use the suction stick instead of tissues. I swear my face…I couldn’t control it. Seriously, none of you people could a told me?

No one damn person. They just watch me grab a tissue and spit into it. Like damn… my self advocation has been to ask for experienced nurses. I’m on a respiratory floor, and while they get overflow…typically they don’t see a ton of oncology patients. They may not know the proper protocols on cleaning a picc, drawing from a picc that could really effect me having very little immune system. So before shift change I ask my current nurse of the shift if they would please ask the charge nurse to assign me a more experienced nurse. It makes a world of difference.

Nurse J knew instantly that because my platelets were too low for that. That’s what I need. I need an experienced nurse. Nurse E drew blood from my picc like with 4 syringes. One to flush, one to draw the discard blood, one to draw the blood and one last one to flush. Nurse E would then fill each individual test tube bottles with the blood she drew. I know I said before 7 minutes vs 3 minutes. But what I didn’t account for was the potential for contamination which is what happened. In the process of Nurse E filling the blood in the test tubes something got into the tubes and resulted in the ordering of an emergency CT. Thankfully Nurse T stepped in and said, let’s retest the blood and see if the results are the same.

I certainly didn’t mean to make a face. But when she said she can’t do that and that it doesn’t work that way…I made “THE” curled lip stanky face. Nurse T’s sample came back clean. To amend my previous comment about “eh it’s only another extra 7 minutes” I was wrong.

Nurse J asked me what I did for a living. I responded, “All the wrong things.” He nodded and responded “Workaholic” in which I just nodded. He asked me if I was in the medical field and I laughed and said “Nope, never had a stomach for blood. But you know leukemia.” He surprising said that a lot of cancer patients know QUITE a lot about their care. They are heavily invested in knowing what they are supposed to take and not take. He said cancer patients pick up the lingo.



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About Me

Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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