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So I’m on vacation from vet school, which is the most amazing feeling in the world.  It feels so good to be away from school, especially with the drama that happened on my last rotation.  (Haven’t gotten my grades yet, so no clue how that affected me.  Not looking forward to getting them either.)  But right now, I’m in the beautiful South Dakota with my wonderful husband where the only association I have with anything vet-related is when I have to study for boards.  My wonderful, amazing husband spent a day planning and organizing my whole trip so that I didn’t have to worry about anything and could just enjoy vacation without worrying about school.  He surprised me with a 3-day trip through the west part of South Dakota, complete with a ride on an old train, a *very* nice dinner in Deadwood, and a drive through the beautiful Spearfish Canyon.  It was so nice and relaxing to just be along for the ride, not have to make decisions, just chill and be pampered.  *sigh*  Did I mention I have a wonderful, amazing husband?

The downside to my vacation is that I found out another one of my kitties died today.   Taylor was the 4th cat I got in Oklahoma.  She was 11 years old, which quite frankly, was 11 years older than the initial vet predicted she would survive.  She had been very malnourished when we got her, and she had a lot of health problems.  She did very well for her 11 years, but she developed pancreatitis not too long ago.  She recovered from that, but it came back a few weeks ago.  I’m guessing she had several problems going on stemming from developmental problems as a kitten.  She had a very good life though.  She will be deeply missed.

I go back to school in 2 weeks and then I’m stuck until graduation.  This is going to be a long trip.


So here how the last couple of days of my ICU rotation have gone:

Background:  it all started when a patient got an extra dose of an antibiotic.  I had given the drug at 4pm because the previous ICU student had indicated that the meds were supposed to be given then.  However, that was apparently incorrect.  So when the student on the case came in at 7pm, the patient received an additional round of medications.  I receive a call later that night asking if I gave the meds at 7 because “the student gave them early.”  I knew I had given the medications at 4, but being half-asleep and knowing I gave them, I said that I was the one that gave them at 7.

Fast forward to yesterday when, thanks to an allergy-induced fog, I overdosed another patient with an anti-inflammatory.  I stepped up and immediately notified the proper personnel as soon as I noticed my mistake.

All of this sets up for today:  during my shift, the IOR comes by to talk to me about my “dosing errors.”  I explain to him that, yes, I realized my mistake and was careful the rest of the day to not let it happen again.  Then I go into detail about what happened with patient #1.  Apparently, someone told him that I was the one who gave the second dose of antibiotics.  Then, apparently I was also blamed for giving additional medications on a patient that I never knew about.  The IOR was gracious enough to tell me he would investigate further now that he had my side of the story, but at this point, I literally don’t know what to do to avoid being blamed for every single thing that goes wrong in the ICU.  It was one thing to be shouldered with all the blame for problems I was only partially involved in, but to be accused of screwing up meds on a patient I didn’t even have………..I’m honestly speechless about that.  I literally have nothing to say except the objective details about what happened.  I just can’t understand why someone would accuse me of all these things and not even come talk to me about it to find out what happened in the first place (or if I even had anything to do with it at all).

And to add one more punch in the gut, I got a call at 5:30 this morning telling me I “need to start paying attention to what I’m doing” because the med student failed to put a medication in the fridge.  Somehow now that’s my fault.

Ahh, what a day.

I woke up this morning not sure what day it was.  I thought it was Thursday until I saw a schedule and realized it was only Wednesday.  Not gonna lie, I’m a little excited to be done with this rotation.

Vacation coming up in 2 weeks and I will be in South Dakota!!!  Woohoo!!!

On a lighter note, I met my upstairs neighbors after what sounded like an armoire full of bricks got knocked over.  Turns out apparently they walk around the apartment in socks.  That can only mean one thing — apparently our buildings were constructed by the lowest bidder and my rent money is padding someone’s pocket (probably to pay attorney fees when something goes horribly wrong).  Needless to say, I still think that pacing in the kitchen in high heels for an hour or owning a 50lb dog is a little ridiculous, but these people seem to have common sense and common decency, so I’m guessing that I just got the one apartment that was built on a lunch break.  (And it’s not just me, since nearly everyone who has been in my apartment has commented on how loud it is.  My ceiling just has absolutely no insulation.)  So yeah, frustrations still ensue, but not at the people.  These two actually care about trying to be quiet.

Ok, bed time, since no matter what time my shift is, I have rounds in the morning.  Off to sleep so I can learn about fluid therapy tomorrow.