Boulevard Double-Wide IPA: (stealth product review!) It's okay. It's good, even. Not a genie in a bottle, and I would've preferred less Belgian-style head and darkness and more clean, aggressive hoppiness, but that's just me. The label admonished me to drink it out of one of those roundish glasses that stands on a little pedestal, but I haven't got those, so jelly jar it was.
Lyle Lovett: Always good.
A simple request for all of my patients:
Please understand. Please don't be angry or snippy with me. Please don't make me hand your head to you after you're a jerk.
It's just that, you know, when there's one patient coding and another whose leg has suddenly turned a dusky blue and gotten cold, and a third who's bleeding uncontrollably out of her rectum and a fourth who is seizing, *your* particular request--that the IV fluids Mama's getting be turned down because "she's peeing too much"--might come fourth or fifth on my To-Do list.
I will turn down Mama's fluids from 70 to 30, but only after I make sure everybody else on the floor is breathing. As the oldest/most experienced/best at starting IVs nurse here, it's kind of my responsibility. Kind of like interrogating that drain to make sure there isn't a split in the tubing that leads from the brain to the bag is my responsibility.
Please, please, *please* do not overburden the already-overburdened charge nurse with your request. It only makes you look like a twit. And please, for the love of all that's country & western, do not be snarky when I show up to ("Finally! [eyeroll]") turn down the fluids, because that might make me morph from Nurse Jo to Take No Bullshit Abortion-Clinic Jo. And that's ugly.