Wednesday

So I'm still young and tender enough to be the nice nurse (yeah, still technically a student which is also part of it). I will explain to you 10 times in an hour that you cannot have anything to eat because you're going for surgery and no, no even if you are willing to risk vomiting and aspirating we are not and since we are doing the surgery, our rules, so sorry, honey.

But I do have my limits.

Thus, when my patient who was both mitted and restrained self-extubated yesterday and greeted my panicked self at the door with a, "Hi. Help me breathe!" as he held his freaking ET tube, it was all I could do not to say, "So now you want to breathe, hmm?"