With few exceptions, the circulating nurses were assholes. They thought I was a student and I was told "get out of my way" "what are you doing here?" and while a neuro patient was crumping...."I sure as hell don't need a student in there." The sad part is that I was treated at par or better than some of my other flight counterparts. The guys, as a general rule, get fawned over wherever they go. They have been offered jobs, given special treatment and asked to come back. Ah, such is the curse of the murse. (murse=male nurse) One of the guys went to the same OR I went to the day befre and got 7 tubes in the first hour and got to go home. I got one in 4 hours and was told there were no more intubations to be had. Grrrrrr........So until I get 6 total sucessful intubations, I have to go back. Which is why I'm up at the ass crack waiting to leave for the OR again.
Once I get me 6 tubes, I don't have to go back to the OR unless I don't tube someone every 6 months. You can bet your ass I'll be getting my tubes!
My last day flying was finally a good one. 4 flights in 24 hours. We had a kid that fell through a screen on a second story window. He was about 3 and had a broken wrist. Lucky boy. We flew a very nice guy with a second incident of AAA that was dissecting. He was more worried about being able to pay for the flight. Crazy as shit took a bunch of pills and ran her car into a guardrail on purpose and finally a poor soul with a medical condition that he was unable to manage at home. It was so bad that he jumped off a highway overpass onto a street below. He survived (no cars below since it was 6am) but was pretty broken up. I am interested to see what moving to my permanent base will bring. I hope I'm not bored as shit.
**** I can't get spell check to work and I have to get going, will fix the type-os later!*****