CHEST PAIN!
Okay, I arrived at work last night and was assigned to work upstairs in the Chest Pain Center, which is a part of the ER, but not on the same floor. It is more like floor nursing, a job which I choose not to do. So, it's like I was stuck in an elevator for 8 hours, Muzak drifting in the background, the lights down low...and my dementia patient standing naked at the glass door with nothing on but a blood pressure cuff and a smile—SAYWHAT?! That's when I say a silent "thanks" for psychotic medications, which the doctor ordered when I called to alert her to the situation.

And speaking of doctors, the one I just mentioned is from an eastern bloc country, very quiet, red hair, and I mean red as in apple, and when asked what type of music she liked, she stated that she lived in Brooklyn while in med school and likes "zee hip-hope." What interesting folk I meet at night, between 7p-to-a. What a life.

Fortunately for me, I was assigned back down to the ER at 3a. Things went lovely, and I resisted kissing the ground, but managed to announce that Toto, we're back in Kansas! Ah, the life of an ER RN, with a Hospice Rep bringing Chick-fil-a mini-chick biscuits and a short in-service. May the rest of you daytime living folks one day get to see what life at night is all about. And if you're ever passing through Macon, Georgia and feel the need to get treatment, come by and see me!