January 9th, 2018


January 9--Hospital Corners

It was another rainy day today, which we can use. It rained enough overnight to flood out the walking trail in the park, which is a good sign. I didn't walk today because of the rain, but spent a little time on the treadmill, though it's not the same as being out on a trail or path somewhere.

I took my car in for routine service. I have it pretty well timed out so that my service reminders fall during the winter and summer break, when I have time to take the car in. While I waited for Malida to come pick me up, I watched a bit of The Price is Right. I was transported back in time to my first job as a nurse in a medical telemetry unit. Every morning The Price is Right would come on, and almost every tv in every patient room was tuned in to it. I never really watched it, but the odd random sounds and bells that signified certain events on the show have kind of stayed with me.

Completely unrelated to that, as I was putting new sheets on the bed, I reflected that I still make the bed the way I was taught to make a bed in basic training, which was later reinforced and expanded upon in nursing school. In basic training, the penalty for not making your bed correctly was to have the entire bed flipped upside-down by the TI. Nobody wants that.

In nursing school, we were taught not only to make "hospital corners", which is where you fold up the bottom part of the sheet and tuck it in so that the lower part, uh...google it. We were also taught that the sheet seam should always face away from the patient's skin, lest the seam cause skin breakdown, creating a portal of entry for bacteria, potentially leading to a critical illness. In nursing school, the penalty for not making your patient's bed correctly was that you might kill your patient with an errant sheet seam. Nobody wants that either.

I have no idea if that's what they still teach. I'll have to ask one of the first semester instructors. And, freak out my 4th semester students by referencing bed inspections when I review the syllabus with them next week.

eta: an excellent essay on hospital corners that actually becomes an even more excellent look at bullying in nursing

After Malida picked me up, we headed downtown to finally close our credit union account. I was served by the branch manager, who never smiled, and didn't ask why I was closing my account after having been a customer for 27 years. In contrast, when we went to our new credit union to deposit the check, the manager smiled and waved from her office, and the teller was nothing but smiles. Such a difference. Anyway, done.

We had lunch at our favorite Japanese place. I've been going there since just after I graduated from nursing school. It was always a great 2nd or 3rd date place. There was a notice on the door about a transfer of ownership, and I wondered what was in store. Turns out the couple who have been running it since the late 70s are retiring, and turning it over to their son, who has worked there for years. Good.

I picked up my car and came home and made some scrambled eggs for dinner. I retired to my office to look at stuff, and Malida put on her Korean soap opera, and was soon joined by the cats.

the tribe

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