I know that ridiculousness probably is not a word. It should be. Our census was horribly low this weekend. By the time I left tonight we had 9 patients. 9 on a floor that holds 22. We had 4 nurses today, which for a floor that does total care makes it a little difficult to find someone to help you when you need an extra set of hands for a boost. Most of the time ICU is begging us to send someone home so that we can take someone, but we are packed to the rafters.
So since we had nurses on standby in case of admissions we were praying for cardiac rain. Doing rain dances. Those of us who were scheduled in the next couple of days and didn't want to get cancelled were making bargains with children future or not.
And what shows up in the ER? Ingrown chin hair. Patient concerned about mole on leg. A bike vs skateboard accident. Undescribed male genital problem. Any chest pain you ask? Yep, 28 year old female. Did they admit? Of course not.
Like I said ridiculousness.
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