You can't spell Party without RT

This is a list of ten things pertaining to the small joys in the wonderful world of a Respiratory Therapist

10. Blood in the hub of a PVD patient.

9. Found red pen in emerge.

8. The PB 840 Ventilator (my favourite!)

7. A lonely elevator ride on a weekdays

6. "White, tight, bright"

5. Non precaution patients

4. Poly- Traumas followed by bilateral thoractomies in the Resus room.

3. "3-4-5 keeps the diaphram alive"

2. Short rounds. Amen!

1. Fog in the tube, CO2 dector colour change, and bilateral chest rise = Success

And now...

Here are ten things pretaining to the not so nice "joys" in the wonderful world of a Respiratory Therapist.

10. We need Nitric and The Oscillator. Now.

9. Pre and post spirometries

8. Pentamidine treatments.

7. Inhaled Trobamycin treatments, BID.

6. Sputum Inductions

5. MRI @ 1900hr

4. Lost pens

3. Failed Quality Control on Blood Gas machine.

2. Q1H ventolin treatments

1. Celestal Discharges.

Be Good or Be Gone.

Kind of a be-fitting little ditty.

New Year, New Tradition

It's a gooder, I promiss...

So along with my monthly blog. I will also post the character of my adoration from a favourite show of mine. The shows will be random, the character will also follow suit. With every new Character, I have to justify them with a: Why and When. So everyone please welcome

January:





Chris from "Skins"

Why: well, his fashion is all out of sorts but he is always honest about himself. Plus he tries and I dig that

When: The Max and Anwar episode. c. The "Good night" kiss.

It's 2011!

Howdy there partner.

It's 2011, what what! Like not most of you, I spent my NYE at work. Boo-urn. Inh it wasn't all that bad, it got busy the next night and then the next night afterwards. Sometimes I think, "Why can't the sick heal themselves?" to which I also reply. "Then I'd be out of a job" Drum roll please.. Bah Dum Cha!

Moving on..

It's been re-decorating city in the G-Unit house. I have a new found love for re-decorating, I really do. I like thinking of ideas and putting them into action. I am the proud new owner of her very own "adult living, big girl now bedroom" long gone are the "justin beiber" posters. haha okay I never had those but you get the jist. The one thing I dislike about re-decorating is all the darn boxes, styrofoam, plastic bags and just plain garbage that comes with the new stuff you buy. It's a hassle to dispose of them, it really is. Though it was fun going on our little own James Bong (the typo stays!) mission to find a deserted, no cameras garbage bin, behind some ware house to dump our garbage. Shhh don't tell any one!

Now time for the reflection portion of this blog: 2010, it was a good-er. It was to me at least. I saw a lot of travel, people. A lot! It was also an year were a lot of shit went down but the past is the past and things are buried six feet under ground now, no need to dig up old bones.

I guess what I want to say, 2011 is the year to write our own stories. Take the metaphorical bull by the metaphorical horns and will that metaphorical bull into submission. Okay, I was just getting a lot of use out of the word "metaphorical" . Word of the day!

So peace out 2010, bring on the 2011

Yours, metaphorically,
N.