Dogs and food

Aughra's dogs, begging for Chinese food.

My dogs and Simon the Cat begging for pizza. Note similarities... Photos taken 5 minutes apart.

Some days ok...

The good life.

Work brings new and fun developments.

Our Hospital, Sweet Valley Psych, is actually owned by the county, but operated by Satan! I can't link to the actual company because it identifies my hospital and these people are evil fuckers. They cut staff- took away our attendants- so that we have usually 5 licensed people, like 4 RNs and one LPN (we end up tripping over each other- I usually end up doing like 4 charts, which is barely a reason to come in) and 2 attendants, 3 if we have a CO. So- patient attacks? Increasing because they're no fools and can easily see the lack of Big Strong Guys Likely to Stop Them from Killing Someone. So if we're really, really lucky? We get 2 guys. So when one inevitably goes on dinner break, we've got one guy on a floor with 20 acutely psychotic patients (who you might remember are not being medicated thanks to Dr. Cruise who doesn't believe in tranquilizers) whose job it is to keep all 20 patients safe, himself safe, and the nurses. Super fair!

And now- they're randomly reassigning staff. On my unit they have taken 2 RN's who have been there on that unit for 14 and 21 years respectively, and transferred them to other units. They transferred me as well. I cried. As of September 3 the "New STaffing Pattern" is 2 RNs and 2 LPNs and 3 attendants. That's on my floor. My current floor. My new floor? 24 patients? 2 attendants if I'm lucky.

Devastated. The morale in our hospital is now so low you'd need the people from Jurassic Park to dig it up. People walk around like zombies. Our union (and the attendants' union which got totally screwed into a surprise vote to extend their contract and essentially fuck them for the next 3 years) are planning Class Action lawsuit.

I'm not optimistic. I know it's lame that the nurses at my job are my only real friends (that I see in person) but they are. The people I work with are like my extended family. And I don't want to be taken away from them. For lots of reasons.

This is why no HNTs, no random funny crap., Foxglove is miserable.

But- here is an old picture of me being skinny and happy. (note: it's from January) And probably the last smiling Fox picture for awhile....

Just gets better and better

Screw it.