It's been an emotional, crazy busy week; one of those weeks where you have no idea what day it is or what you are supposed to be doing but you keep trekking on.
Code Blue: Every two years, I have to renew my CPR certification. It's been years since I've had to utilize these skills but it's required for my job. When I was an ICU nurse, I was also ACLS certified meaning we learned what medications to push, when to shock a patient, and more advanced skills that we intervened with when needed. I was involved in many Code Blue situations while working as a nurse, but surprisingly only performed chest compressions one time. I can still remember exactly what room I was in...
Becoming a nurse practitioner, I doubted I would ever be involved in a Code Blue situation. I was completely wrong. Dialysis patients are fragile and since I've started this position nearly 6 years ago, we have had a handful of patients we have had to call 911 or code blue on. I was never at the unit during these times however
Lat week, I happened to be walking out of the office heading to the dialysis center next door when I heard the Code Blue call over the intercom. I ran in and immediately saw chaos. I quickly assessed the situation, realized my patient didn't have a pulse or was breathing and started chest compressions. Thankfully the hospital has a Code Blue team so soon after that, about a dozen people ran into the unit to help assist with the code. It took a good couple days for me to get those pictures out of my mind. I would be OK if I never had to do that again.
Conference: Alena had her second Kindergarten conference this week. Justin was quick to remind me we only have 24 more conferences to go...Her competitive nature has helped in her reading and she is enjoying it so much!
Passing Out: A couple nights ago, I was away for a girl's night out and Justin was home with the kids. He wasn't feeling well so went to bed right after getting all the kids into bed and he was asleep when I got home. Around midnight, he woke up and was sitting on the side of the bed. I am the lightest sleeper ever so I woke up right away. He has a history of doing weird things in his sleep, (taking pictures off the wall, putting on clothes thinking it is morning, etc). I figured he was having one of those moments and asked him what he was doing. He mumbled something and I sort of giggled because he often talks nonsense during these moments too. He mumbled again and I still didn't hear him. Finally for the third time, I understood "I don't feel good." He said he was going to sit there for a bit so I laid back down.
I then felt him stand up and watched him stand in the doorway of the bathroom, with his hands on the door jam. The next thing I know he is falling backwards. He clocked his head on our platform bed and was out cold! After screaming at him, shaking his head and checking his pulse he finally came to. Scary episode #2 of the week. He is still experiencing concussion-like symptoms.
Freezer Meals: I've always wanted to attend one of those freezer meal get togethers and had the chance to this week. Over the past year, I've been getting together with a group of friends in Ames once a month. Typically this involves cocktails, dinner and chit chat but this month we decided to do something different. We met at a Hy-Vee in Ames and prepared 5 freezer meals. The experience was much different than I thought it would be and I'm not sure I would do it again but the company was great and we did have a good time.
Joey: I know many have been following this emotional story. I am so sad to hear of her passing but as Rory's post states, she is home and no longer suffering. I cried many tears after one of his posts this week. I love his writing and his photography and there is no doubt I will continue to follow his blog.
http://thislifeilive.com/a-dream-come-true/
MIA: Our furry child is missing. He sometimes gets outside but is always waiting on the deck for breakfast in the morning. He didn't show up this morning. And he still hasn't appeared. This is not good. I'm not ready to have THAT discussion with my three kiddos yet. (Milo, I'm sorry for all the times at yelled at you when you chewed up my flip flops, or scratched my woodwork, or pooped on the floor or dug your nails in my carpet. Please come home!).
From doing chest compressions, watching your husband pass out, possibly having to tell your children their kitty is gone and a family member having surgery, I am ready for things to slow down.
Who is ready for next week? Me!
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