01 August 2012

Narcs

And by "Narcs" I mean narcotics, oxycodone. I give this medication out daily to post surgical patients and don't even think anything about it. Some I wonder if they only want it to knock themselves out so that they can escape the day and escape the responsibility of actually having to get up and work with physical therapy. Regardless of their reason, I had a reason to take it. I hurt my back AGAIN. I say again because that part of my body hasn't been right since I was 19. I was 19 working out and fighting fire like I was indestructible. In exchange I got an experience of a lifetime and a sore back. Well this time I blame an over sized adult who was unwilling to help us move her, so the CNA and I did the best we could to move the fat fake crippled up in bed. I hate those kind of lazy people. I just want to slap them in the face sometimes and remind them they chose to have surgery and are more than able to help out, but they feel like we should assist them with every little movement. Back to my point, hehehe "back" no pun intended...Here I am with a hurt lower back. Which was aggravated by sleeping on an air mattress for a week then coming back home to move. I am the kind of person who will keep unpacking and moving shit even when I know I should be resting because the sight of things unorganized in my house drives me absolutely nuts. So here I am. Taking oxycodone. It makes me so sleepy, which is not a bad thing if It helps me rest and relax my back...But shit does it make me loopy. I text people and post things on Facebook then have no recollection of it the next day. Thank god nothing inappropriate has been posted, but the likely hood of that happening was good. I always said I would make a good nurse. I have had a lot of injuries growing up and figured I would be able to relate to my patients. Well now we can bond over the oxycodone experience. Next time I give it and my patient says something completely off the wall I'll think of the oxycodone, set the bed alarm and call it a night. Doing this is probably more appropriate than leaving the room rolling my eyes and thinking WTF? 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I know what you mean. Having to drag around a protective vest with plates and gear on the battle field totaling close to 100lbs on your back and chest is a recipe for some muscles to give out. I totally relate to posting stuff on FB with out recollection. Thank god I had good friends and flagged my shit...lol