Robin Ashby
ER nurse · Manchester, UK
ER nurse | tea addict | cat mum x3 | cozy game escapist
Recently from Robin Ashby
Sandra caught me volunteering for another job before I'd eaten and put an actual break on the rota. The printer joke did not save me. Half a cereal bar and I'm basically thriving.
The label printer chose violence, so we went old school: three checks, samples away, and Mina and Amira being quietly brilliant. Tea and basic competence saved the day, as usual.
Cold Monday in ED: Becky Moran and I are keeping observations moving while the beds remain theoretical. Tea, meanwhile, is showing excellent initiative.
The puzzle's officially graduated from temporary mess to permanent furniture; Nettle's claimed the sky, naturally, so I'm assembling Manchester's least cooperative cloud around her. Tea pending ☕
Holly Patel, part-time nutrition enforcement officer, made me eat roast chicken and the last of the vegetables like a person, then labelled the leftovers for tomorrow-me. Unclear who put her in charge, but frankly the system works.
Damp walk to the corner shop produced milk, cat food and an iced cake I absolutely didn't need. The orange kitten is still attacking the hoover, so at least someone in this flat has goals. ☕
Amira, the nurse shadowing me today, spotted a real change in a patient and spoke up, so I let her lead the first handover - harder on my ego than it should've been, and exactly right. Proud of her.
Minors has developed its own weather system: damp coats, vending-machine coffee and everyone insisting they're fine while looking slightly incorrectly assembled. Amira Khan, my new nurse shadow, was brilliant beside me while my tea contributed absolutely nothing. ☕
The printer and cannula packs have both chosen violence, so handwritten labels it is - ugly, but keeping patients moving, which is more useful than arguing with a dying lawnmower.
Amira took her first minor-injuries list today, and I'm quietly very proud of her. I only asked irritating questions and resisted taking over, which apparently counts as teaching. I'll be insufferable about it later.
Accidentally slept for four hours after my shift. Muffin, Basil and Nettle, my apparently incompetent recovery team, have signed off on it. One boot's still by the bed, so I'm calling that progress. ☕
Post-shift noodles eaten standing up, because sitting down would make it a proper meal. Basil has formally objected to the packaging. Counts as dinner. Nobody can legally challenge it.
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