Breaks aren't always restful

I noticed I haven't blogged in a while. It might say that this blog is from Dec 19th. I am actually writing it on Jan 4. Mostly because I didn't think anyone read this.. but now that I know that Rachel, a friend of mine who goes to school in TN is an avid reader, I must continue to update on my life and clinical stories. I'm sad to report that I haven't come across any funny patients or situations at work lately. I am probably weird to be excited to be going back to school on Tuesday. I'm excited because it means I'm that much closer to graduating!! I've also been pretty tired of being on break. That sounds stupid I know, but it's been exhausting. I got the flu for the first part of break. I felt miserable, lost my voice and had no energy to even get out of bed. When I got better, I worked a lot up at the hospital and babysat when I wasn't working. Then I happened to pick up this nasty stomach virus from some friends of mine.. apparently it had been going around a few of the families I babysit for. The stomach virus had me couch/bathroom bound for 2 days but lingered a couple days longer. I worked some more. OH I ALMOST FORGOT! I do have a patient story to share! I'll add it to the end of this post after I share what else has been going on. I thought I'd end my break the same way I started it-in bed, not doing much of anything. I have been needing to have my wisdom teeth pulled for almost 2 years. I have been avoiding it for quite some time. Since some of my plans fell through, I called to see if they could schedule me before I went back to school. Of course the day they decided they could torture me by drilling into my mouth surgically to remove four of my back molars..had to be new years eve! The swelling has come down dramatically and the pain isn't too bad today. What worries me is the tingly feeling I still have in my face. Half of my lip is still tingly and if I open my jaw too far this sharp pain shoots through my face towards my chin. This doesn't feel pleasant. I will be checking back with the dr on Wednesday. We'll see if this is permanent or not (they warned me it could be).

OK..this is a story about a crazy child that needs some serious deliverance.
I went into work Christmas Eve morning and clocked in at 6:50 to give me some time to get to my assigned floor and get a brief report. The lady in CSO (Central Staffing Office) told me I would be sitting on the pediatric floor for the day. This excited me! I LOVE working on the peds floor. I knock on the door to the room where I'll be sitting and the sitter who had sat there for the night shift quickly stood up and hurried to get her stuff to leave. I asked her for a slight report on the kid but she didn't have much to say other than "He's been up all night. Good luck!" This has me slightly nervous. It's not usually a good thing when the person you are relieving looks frazzled and has nothing to say but "good luck". I walked over to the 5 yr old and asked him what his name was. He seemd ok to me. I told him who I was and that I'd be hanging out with him all day. This is when I saw it! T H E F I R E I N H I S E Y E S! As soon as the sitter before me left the room the boy sprang up out of bed and was across the room throwing things at me. He said to me "GET THE F*** OUT OF MY ROOM!"I was shocked! I walked over to him and squated down to his level (you know, like super nanny would do) and said "Young man, YOU will NOT talk to me like that." He said, "WHO THE F*** ARE YOU? DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME? GET THE F*** OUT OF MY ROOM YOU STUPID SH**!" At this point I was really not sure what to do. If he were my kid, I'd spank him and put him in a corner. Instead I got my calm and backed him into a corner and put him in time out. At this point I walked away to pay no attention to him. He spat on me. Gross! Then he took the window paint and started painting on everything but the windows! I took the paint from him and put him back into the corner. I squated down and said "Little boy (not really what i called him), why are you acting like this?" His response was "Because I am ANGRY (with a smirk on his face) and I Hate you!" I said, "ok" and walked to the other side of the room to clean the red paint off of the walls. He began SCREAMING so loud and high pitched that I had to close my eyes. A nurse ran into the room to see what was wrong. She looked at me first, but it was obvious I had not touched the boy, he was all the way across the room. She went over to him, picked him up and put him into the bed and said "THAT'S ENOUGH!" and he was quiet. Then I sat down. I looked at the clock, it was 7:18.