So...as I was on my way to meet my lovely 3 friends for lunch on the King's Road at Bluebird Cafe (isn't it lovely to be ladies who lunch?)...who do I almost run into? ORLANDO BLOOM! God, I love Chelsea. Whether I'm imagining it or not, I do believe we held eyes for more than the usual..."oh, excuse me" look. Really wish I had thought to reapply my lipstick just before. Or, wished it had been a split-second difference & we could have actually collided, him apologizing profusely & that would have begun the torrid love affair.
He is short. Dressed in dirty jeans, worn leather jacket & t-shirt. But gorgeous nonetheless. Of course I followed him into the little shop next to the cafe...he needed change to pay for parking. The man at the counter short-changes him...I am staring thru the window as he comes running back in for his pound they didn't give him (on purpose??). Meanwhile, I'm madly texting Julie to get her ass over here! We go to the cafe & he is in there with his two friends! We, of course, are acting all cool, nonchalant, unaffected. Pick the closest table to him. Sit down, order a bottle of wine. And, sadly, the story ends with him getting a phone call & leaving within a minute or two, but paying for his friend's meal first!
Had my first shift off orientation yesterday. We also had a staff meeting, which the management informed us that they would be initiating a pain score & that it would be mandatory to chart pain on our patients. (yes...that means that we don't now.) It's a government-mandated policy we must comply with. OK! Wow.
Another wow I had on my first day at work, as I followed the charge nurse on morning rounds....the fellow (registrar) was presenting the patient. Who had an ETT in his nose. Attached to a ventilator. Who was crying. Loudly. And no one was doing anything about it! I'm freaking out! Thinking this patient is extubated & no one else is noticing it! Apparently....instead of properly extubating & placing on nasal CPAP, they will just pull back the ETT to the back of the nose and use the CPAP setting on the vent. That's a cost saver for ya! Bizarre.
Saturday was the last day of public drinking allowed on the tube (the underground subway), which is how the brand new mayor is making his presence felt. This is what makes London special. To stick their fingers up at him & to mark the last day....over 100,000 people descended on it, going round & round on the trains, pouring champagne, vodka, beer...etc. It was chaos. Shut down a few tube stops. But....funny. Never seen anything like it!
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YOU are my favorite reading material.
Christy, you are frickin' hilarious!! I found your blog open on a computer and couldn't stop reading it. Well done!! Sorry Carlotta, I think it's your email.
Take care
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