I got pulled away from that dog to go into surgery - a linear (stringy) forigen body, caught in a dog's stomach and buching up his intestines. Not too complicated though, routine enough. While i was in surgery, the supervisor knocked on the door. I stuck my head outside to see what she wanteed, and she told me that since our graveyard supervisor had called in sick, could I hold the keys (be supervisor) for the night?
I agreed, since it's valuable experience, but this was really not the night for me to be playing supervisor. We were down our strongest tech, we had one super-critical patient that required the full attention of one tech, we had one new girl who was pretty good, but didn't know where anything was, I had my post-op case to recover, and other than all that, we had a full house of fairly unstable animals.
But if i'm gonna do something, may as well jump right in, right? So i did. It didn't go too badly - I was half panicked the whole time, afraid i was going to screw up something critical. I didn't. We would have been totally caught up as far as vitals and treatments if three emergencies hadn't come in between five and six, one requiring a diagnostic workup and the other being a crashing dachshund who got two rounds of CPR.
The morning supervisor (who was nice enough to actually come in on time today) congratulated on doing as well as i did given the circumstances I had been given. So i felt better about how the night went. After I did rounds with her in the morning, I cleaned my pack from the night before, and got out of there at 8am, with two hours overtime.
I'd be a better tech if i wasn't so high strung and panicky. But I was so stressed out over the handling of the initial critical case, and that set the tone for the rest of the night.
As i was clocking out, i checked my voicemail, and got the message from michael about the car. So I headed over there after work. He was much less ... um ... angry in the morning than he was in his post from the night before. I really wish i could make everything go right for him. Anyway, the problem with the car turned out to be a simple one (much to our embarrassment, when the AAA guy nudged the wire back into place) and the car started fine after that. So i finally got to go home.
I slept hard last night. I didn't dream.
Oh, and the flu has hit work pretty hard. I was informed of this when my co-worker and I were both crouched over a dog in a cage. She was looking a bit wobbly, so i asked her what was wrong, and she leaned in and said, "Oh, i've got the flu."
So i may have it in a few days, after that.
