the 5B 15
Every nursing unit has it's own culture. To the other oncology floors we are know as the Princesses (not very fair to the men on staff) because we are overstaffed, have the best ratios and also get the newest equipment the fastest - what can I say, we have great management and leadership.
To the doctors we are known as the most anal nurses, I have overheard MD's comment they develop ulcers while rotating through 5B, what can I say? We like things done a certain way, it's for our patients saftey...
To everyone we are known as the "unit that likes to eat" what can I say, I was drawn to this unit for something, certantinly not for the patient survival rates. Our days revolove arround food; lunch orders are put in at 9am, the soup hotline is on the phone list right underneath the blood bank, the bulliten board always has a pot luck sign-up, for various holidays, celebrations of just plain "Stuff Your Face Thursday." All the doctors come to our unit for holiday meals, we roast turkeys on Thanksgiving and Christmas, grill burgers on Memorial Day and 4th of july, and the Easter desserts this year included creme brulee, baklava, tiramisu, and decadant chocolate cake.
It's no wonder I am constantly working out to stave off the extra calories that just seep into my digestive system when I go to work. The weekends are especially bad, take today for example:
8am: Dr arrives with his required weekend breakfast, Dunkin Donughts I can usually last unitl 10 am before I start crashing, and my shrivled orange just doesn't compare to the perfect chocolate glazed donught, I'll just eat half....for now
10am: pt in room 5 lays out three bowls of left over Easter candy, and heckels you each time you leave the room until your pockets are stuffed, we've stripped them from so much pelasure already, you just can't turn him down.
Noon: the well meaning family members of Room 16 bring in two boxes of Voccarro's cookies (the best Italian dessert restuant found outside of Rome), she hasn't eaten anything in two weeks and immediatley turns the cookies over to us, who immediatly devour them.
1pm - staff orders lunch from Nacho Mama's. Let me just say, it's not a vegatarian resturant
4pm - the afternoon slump hits and it's time for a Starbucks run. By the time the desginated nurse gets back, all the whipped cream on my hot chocolate is melted, luckily there are still cookies left to dip in it.
To be completly honest, it is widley reconized that we manage the stress and grief through the joy we get from food and the bonding over our luches and other food rituals. The other units have de-breifing sessions with psychiatrists and social workers, we have pot-lucks and take-out from Outback.
To the doctors we are known as the most anal nurses, I have overheard MD's comment they develop ulcers while rotating through 5B, what can I say? We like things done a certain way, it's for our patients saftey...
To everyone we are known as the "unit that likes to eat" what can I say, I was drawn to this unit for something, certantinly not for the patient survival rates. Our days revolove arround food; lunch orders are put in at 9am, the soup hotline is on the phone list right underneath the blood bank, the bulliten board always has a pot luck sign-up, for various holidays, celebrations of just plain "Stuff Your Face Thursday." All the doctors come to our unit for holiday meals, we roast turkeys on Thanksgiving and Christmas, grill burgers on Memorial Day and 4th of july, and the Easter desserts this year included creme brulee, baklava, tiramisu, and decadant chocolate cake.
It's no wonder I am constantly working out to stave off the extra calories that just seep into my digestive system when I go to work. The weekends are especially bad, take today for example:
8am: Dr arrives with his required weekend breakfast, Dunkin Donughts I can usually last unitl 10 am before I start crashing, and my shrivled orange just doesn't compare to the perfect chocolate glazed donught, I'll just eat half....for now
10am: pt in room 5 lays out three bowls of left over Easter candy, and heckels you each time you leave the room until your pockets are stuffed, we've stripped them from so much pelasure already, you just can't turn him down.
Noon: the well meaning family members of Room 16 bring in two boxes of Voccarro's cookies (the best Italian dessert restuant found outside of Rome), she hasn't eaten anything in two weeks and immediatley turns the cookies over to us, who immediatly devour them.
1pm - staff orders lunch from Nacho Mama's. Let me just say, it's not a vegatarian resturant
4pm - the afternoon slump hits and it's time for a Starbucks run. By the time the desginated nurse gets back, all the whipped cream on my hot chocolate is melted, luckily there are still cookies left to dip in it.
To be completly honest, it is widley reconized that we manage the stress and grief through the joy we get from food and the bonding over our luches and other food rituals. The other units have de-breifing sessions with psychiatrists and social workers, we have pot-lucks and take-out from Outback.
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