Kayla Quote: "I did see the fox on Monday evening. They are well. "Foxy Lady" - looks like her paw is healing and the two little ones were scampering all around with a little mouse that Mommy caught hunting and brought back for something to play with. So they are doing good so far. Tell Michaela that and give her a kiss. Bye." - Phone message from Alice next door.
Short Synopsis: Almost all of the nurses in the ICU are incredible. They work 12 hour shifts and they take their jobs seriously and are proud to do them well. Once you have the best, it is hard to settle for less. And one certainly does not settle for a mean one.
"The Kayla" is helpless and at the mercy of any of her assigned nurses. This nurse was competent, but she was mssing compassion. She would do her job and then hustle out of the room and spend most of her time in the hallway...far, far away. She was cold and not connecting in any way emotionally to Kayla.
Finally I had had enough of her and asked to speak to the charge nurse. The charge nurse, looked fearfully over at the Physician's Assistant and said he would meet me in the room in a minute. He came and I listed my reasons why this nurse was no good for us. The nurse came in and I told her, "You have no compassion. It's not working for us. You don't listen to my daughter in any way to help her with her needs."
Kayla then got involved, scratching away madly at her clipboard, letting the doctor know that she did not ever want this nurse again. The doctor defended, saying, "She is one of our sweetest nurses." He asked if it would be ok to let her finish her shift for the last two hours and Kayla agreed.
Not even 20 minutes later, this nurse came in to give Kayla a dose of medicine that was crushed up in a cylinder of fluid. It would be pushed through the nasal tube directly into Kayla's stomach. After years of taking medicines, Kayla's sensitive stomach can be tricky. Kayla raised her hand and begged for the nurse to put it in slowly. This can make a big difference.
She snapped at Kayla, retorting, "There is only one speed!" And shoved it in fast. Right in front of me! I was appalled! Within minutes, Kayla needed a throw up bucket as it hurt her stomach and made her nauseous.
Sweetest nurse? You gotta be kidding! What the hell!
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Long Story: Mike came home at 1 a.m. in the morning last night. He was supposedly giving me a break to go home early Easter night so I could get some rest. When you are home, it feels like you have a normal life. I relaxed and put away some things and prepared my bags for the next day - the food bag, the luggage, the back pack, my lap-top. I got into bed around midnight but then Mike rushed in to wake me.
Groggily, I asked him, "Is something wrong with Michaela?" I was very confused.
"No, we have a woodpecker in the shower stall! You have to get it out!"
The poor thing must have been there for hours. It was definitely in shock and trying to fly up on occasion. I studied it and decided it was not injured - no puncture wounds. Most likely Rheuy brought it in through the cat door. This happens often. He gingerly mouths them, trots along the lawn and enters the cat door with his live prize. And then he kills and eats them. Quite often, I save the bird and get it back outside. Sometimes I save the same bird twice.
For the first six months of Rheuy's life as a stray street cat in Le Rheu, France, this was how he fed himself. Bird meat is the most delicious meal for the gruesome Rheusome. He doesn't waste anything - he eats the entire bird, except for the beak and the claws.
This sweet little shower stall prisoner was a male downey woodpecker. The males have a red patch at the back of their heads and are about 6". I feed them suet all winter long. This one guy got lucky this time around. He must have flown up and fallen down into the glass enclosure and he was probably there for hours. This would be easy.
We closed off the bathroom and opened up the windows as wide as they would go, next to the shower. It was pitch black outside. With a broom, I got the bird flying up and then he landed on the broom thistles. He sat there so I lifted him to the window and he did nothing. I put him out and he fell down to the soft ground, which was only about a foot down. The next morning he was gone so I think he did just fine after he got over his shock. I put out some fresh suet to help him along.
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When I arrived to the waiting room and sat in my corner chair briefly, I heard a soft weeping to my right. There was awoman crying inconsolably.
Mordechai was very happy. His mother is responding to him so he brought along his purple tie to celebrate. It was hanging on the wall where there are three pegs for coats in our corner. We now hang a few items there.
Mordechai's lilac purple tie is a great sign of Spring and life. I sit and look at it as the woman sniffles....
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