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Hours in the day......
Sep. 28th, 2014 08:04 amI was in bed last night at 9:30. Just plain exhausted.
I'm lying here it in bed, doing a slow burn. I needed to sleep, hence my being in bed so early last night. The phone rang at 10 of 5, a call from my answering service.
Someone screwed up. I'm not on call tonight. This is why I'm part of a call group. So I get to sleep thru the night on occasion....
Well, after I informed the operator who is on call for the group (I think politely, tho' I cannot swear to that), I hit the head and tried in vain to go back to sleep. I've rested enough that I can't shut the tapes off, tho' not enough to feel like I'm rested.
I'm still sore from the past week. Not to mention distracted and overwhelmed.
Two to three weeks ago, I had agreed to host a committee meeting here at the house. The people on this committee range from Santa Rosa to the coast & our place is midway, so it made some sense. My housekeeper is unfortunately undergoing some major dental trauma and coming here to clean has not been on her priority list the last couple of months. I hit the ground running yesterday morning. The bathroom and kitchen needed major attention, and I was not having people here to the house for a meeting, with my bathroom rivaling a gas station restroom for odor and cleanliness. I managed to get the bathroom and kitchen done, and some snacks on the table in time for a meeting that started at 2 and went for 2.5 hours.
This was not what I needed this weekend.
To recount my week, and my life with its current stressors:
My electronic health record is difficult and unwieldy. We're migrating to their host computer for what I pray is going to be a faster system over my in office server. I stare at the spinning circle of death more than is justified and the time I lose trying to chart is fucking over my day's work big time. I don't leave for home until 9 pm most nights, not due to patient care, but for charting. It's killing me. We paid the switch to them hosting the beginning of the month. Has it happened yet? Nope. Maybe this week.
And while I'm on the subject of records, and ranting about them, the hospital where I've been doing OB is moving. The new facility opens in 4 weeks, and so in the past 2 weeks I've had to do a 4 hour class on the new EHR they'll be using, which of course, is not the system being used in the other hospital where I work. Heaven forbid they both go with the same system which would mean less work for me, and would allow the medical record to be 'searchable' from each institution to the other. If I was not already busy enough, this first class (which at least came with continuing education credits) made it very clear to me that I'm going to need at least 2 to 3 more classes to become fluent with this new EHR. I also had to make time for a tour of the new facility, which did in my entire Thursday morning last week.
While I'm on the subject of continuing Ed credits, guess what else just got dropped on my plate? I've been doing DMV physicals for the past 3 decades. There is now a 10 hour (10 bloody hours? You're kidding me, right?) on-line class now required to get your national registry number some bureaucrat decided would be required for this privilege. (10 hours plus $300) Wanna guess what I'll be doing today? Did I mention it's Sunday?
My husband is the DPOA (durable power it atty.) for an elderly lesbian. I'm also DPOA for her if he is unavailable. Well she came home from a hospitalization on Wednesday. I'm not her doctor by the way; she has Kaiser. Anyway, her catheter came out two hours after she got home. My husband called me, asking could I go put if back in? If not, it would mean a call for an ambulance to transport her to and from the ER. Did I have a foley Cath in my office? Of course not. So, off to the hospital near my office, begged a sympathetic RN for a foley, then I drove to elder's assisted living unit and while kneeling on the floor as she laid in an ordinary bed, I replaced her catheter. I got home at 10:30 that night.
My butt hurts. I need a massage, badly. My glutes are tight, tense and sore, between hiking at lunchtime and hitting the gym when I can. The morning spent cleaning yesterday didn't help. Try scrubbing the floors when your glutes are sore. I need to go soak in a hot tub, and see a CMT, but there's no time for that today. I need to spend 10 hours in an on-line class.
Emotionally, this is a hard time of year for me. Thursday and Friday marked 19 years since I lost my father, (Thursday on the Hebrew calendar, Friday on the English). I wasn't home in time on either day to light Yahrtzeit for him, one more thing not sitting well with me. I'm missing him pretty intently right now, and so screwing up that obligation isn't helping.
I want to pull the covers over my head and pretend today isn't here yet.
I'm lying here it in bed, doing a slow burn. I needed to sleep, hence my being in bed so early last night. The phone rang at 10 of 5, a call from my answering service.
Someone screwed up. I'm not on call tonight. This is why I'm part of a call group. So I get to sleep thru the night on occasion....
Well, after I informed the operator who is on call for the group (I think politely, tho' I cannot swear to that), I hit the head and tried in vain to go back to sleep. I've rested enough that I can't shut the tapes off, tho' not enough to feel like I'm rested.
I'm still sore from the past week. Not to mention distracted and overwhelmed.
Two to three weeks ago, I had agreed to host a committee meeting here at the house. The people on this committee range from Santa Rosa to the coast & our place is midway, so it made some sense. My housekeeper is unfortunately undergoing some major dental trauma and coming here to clean has not been on her priority list the last couple of months. I hit the ground running yesterday morning. The bathroom and kitchen needed major attention, and I was not having people here to the house for a meeting, with my bathroom rivaling a gas station restroom for odor and cleanliness. I managed to get the bathroom and kitchen done, and some snacks on the table in time for a meeting that started at 2 and went for 2.5 hours.
This was not what I needed this weekend.
To recount my week, and my life with its current stressors:
My electronic health record is difficult and unwieldy. We're migrating to their host computer for what I pray is going to be a faster system over my in office server. I stare at the spinning circle of death more than is justified and the time I lose trying to chart is fucking over my day's work big time. I don't leave for home until 9 pm most nights, not due to patient care, but for charting. It's killing me. We paid the switch to them hosting the beginning of the month. Has it happened yet? Nope. Maybe this week.
And while I'm on the subject of records, and ranting about them, the hospital where I've been doing OB is moving. The new facility opens in 4 weeks, and so in the past 2 weeks I've had to do a 4 hour class on the new EHR they'll be using, which of course, is not the system being used in the other hospital where I work. Heaven forbid they both go with the same system which would mean less work for me, and would allow the medical record to be 'searchable' from each institution to the other. If I was not already busy enough, this first class (which at least came with continuing education credits) made it very clear to me that I'm going to need at least 2 to 3 more classes to become fluent with this new EHR. I also had to make time for a tour of the new facility, which did in my entire Thursday morning last week.
While I'm on the subject of continuing Ed credits, guess what else just got dropped on my plate? I've been doing DMV physicals for the past 3 decades. There is now a 10 hour (10 bloody hours? You're kidding me, right?) on-line class now required to get your national registry number some bureaucrat decided would be required for this privilege. (10 hours plus $300) Wanna guess what I'll be doing today? Did I mention it's Sunday?
My husband is the DPOA (durable power it atty.) for an elderly lesbian. I'm also DPOA for her if he is unavailable. Well she came home from a hospitalization on Wednesday. I'm not her doctor by the way; she has Kaiser. Anyway, her catheter came out two hours after she got home. My husband called me, asking could I go put if back in? If not, it would mean a call for an ambulance to transport her to and from the ER. Did I have a foley Cath in my office? Of course not. So, off to the hospital near my office, begged a sympathetic RN for a foley, then I drove to elder's assisted living unit and while kneeling on the floor as she laid in an ordinary bed, I replaced her catheter. I got home at 10:30 that night.
My butt hurts. I need a massage, badly. My glutes are tight, tense and sore, between hiking at lunchtime and hitting the gym when I can. The morning spent cleaning yesterday didn't help. Try scrubbing the floors when your glutes are sore. I need to go soak in a hot tub, and see a CMT, but there's no time for that today. I need to spend 10 hours in an on-line class.
Emotionally, this is a hard time of year for me. Thursday and Friday marked 19 years since I lost my father, (Thursday on the Hebrew calendar, Friday on the English). I wasn't home in time on either day to light Yahrtzeit for him, one more thing not sitting well with me. I'm missing him pretty intently right now, and so screwing up that obligation isn't helping.
I want to pull the covers over my head and pretend today isn't here yet.
