My Sneeze

The chaos theory states that a sneeze in America can cause a typhoon in China. This is quite clearly rubbish or else all of us would be washed away after the flu season and if a butterfly flapping it's wings causes Hurricanes then it should stand to reason that the increase in the temperature of the earth is nothing to do with industrial emissions and all to do with the hot air that came out of Patricia Hewitt's mouth.

Now, that aside today has been one of them days where the smallest thing has caused the biggest fuck ups. Lets start with the never working Dynamps on the ward and the missing sats probe. Once more I attempted the Obs this morning and the damn thing decided not to work so once more broke out my trusty stethoscope and sphygmanometer, recorded the results of all manual obs (BP, Pulse, Resps) and used a thermometer which joined the dynamap in a bit of "Me too-isim" by deciding that 35.4#c is a nice number and wanted to display that for all patients. I wrote all the obs down on the communication sheet 9as is wanted by the ward). The fugure off a manual reading is never really as accurate as a dynamap. So, I decided that with the dynamap on charge and none of the patients about to die in the next half hour looking at their obs, that I could return later with the charged dynamap and chart them on the Early warning score chart (EWOS). Which was fine until I was told there was an audit to be done that afternoon, so I had to go out and chart all the manual BP etc rather then giving the exact figure from a dynamap.

Then we hoisted a patient in a side room out for the physiotherapists. Then, after they moved the patient, causing their dressing to fall off, I had to spend 15 minutes tracking down all the dressings I needed from different places on the ward to do the new dressings (which I changed to a primapore and melonin pad which matches closer the surgical wards on the hospital). This would have been better if I had a dressing bigger then 5cm X 10cm to work with which left a rather patchwork appearance to it. So that made me late for lunch by over 5 minutes. Only to get chastised for not managing time correctly and delegating. I was a bit annoyed by that as the whole reason I was late was that basic equipment and supplies are not found or require a detective to track down something which you should just be able to walk into the treatment room an grab straight away.

Anyway, after luch escorted the family of a deceased patient to Rose cottages, pottered about on the ward and had some kind words passed after staff ate the (squashed in transit) victoria sponge I made yesterday for the ward.

Not that bad a day.