Mouse in the house

Six years in the ER and taking shifts in L&D for a month. I love the ED but Women's isn't my thing and I'm a woman. Ironic, I know. Not doing anything in my off days so why not? More money. Saving for a house. Yes, I want a house. And I'm going to get a house. Eventually.

In the ER, I'm known as "Stone Cold Sarah" aka Nurse Ratchet and probably describes me AT WORK.  Away from work, I'm completely different but not really.

Who would want to be a nurse is beyond me. Its a thankless job. I get my check and I pay my bills. And I get called "effing bitch nurse" blah blah blah. EVERY night. Who would want that abuse? I've seen other nurses' blogs and some are like me, who would want to be a nurse?

I hate talking about work but I had to make this post. I was grossed out the other night.

I was in the Annex and I called the behavioral health unit to send over a tech who is usually assigned under me. While they were getting their butts in gear, I had to change frequent flyer Dennis out of his poopy clothes. Yes he peed and pooped all over himself when the nice policeman brought him in in his usual ETOH  state. So when I got him changed into a gown, I picked up his belongings and lo and behold, what did I find? A dead mouse fell out of his pants pocket.

I was like...

Oh my god.

EW!!.

What the...??

EW!!

I didn't mind the poop and pee but the dead mouse...

I could feel my lunch coming up.

EW!!.

EW!! (*watery eyes)

And I'm going to carry this image with me to women's which is equally...

Ew.

EW!!.

EW!!