Only, it must be said, that of a Resusci-anne*, but there y’go. She was in Asystole for which the outcome from resuscitation is pretty poor – and she went straight from compromised bradycardia into asystole, so we were pretty buggered. But I did my best, and since I’ve never seen a successful resuscitation then it’s fair enough.
I’m hoping I’ve passed my ILS. They didn’t stop me and say “Good lord, what are you trying to do!?”, which is obviously a sign that things are going wrong, and they usually (or at least did last time) prompt you to get you going in the right direction, and the only thing that came up was atropine to treat her bradycardia. Since she was (notionally at least) bleeding into her abdomen there wasn’t much we could do for her in the (imaginary) A&E. I hope I’ve passed, otherwise it’ll be a bit embaressing.
I’m still really peeved about the ALS. I spoke to loads of other nurses and we all find it grating, because the trust doesn’t run many ALS days, and the problem is the Doctors rotate every 3/4/6 months, which means that we’ll potentially never get on an ALS course run by the trust. It’s about 300 quid to do it, and I’m tempted, once I’ve read the book, to see if I can do some Agency work and book myself on ALS.
I wonder if my agency give me any discount on ALS…
Anyhow.
In other news, I took the DAF in today, and she behaved impeccably. The traffic was awful, but we pootled along stopping every 8 feet or so as the accident on the motorway which closed my junction was cleared. Thankfully, just as I came up to the junction they reopened it, and I managed to get to my training on time. But the journey home was just as un-eventful. I fear the condition of the (expensive) clutch shoes when they come out – because the drum was fairly sharp edged, I suspect. And although I’d like to imagine that the friction material wore the peaks off a bit, I suspect that the peaks wore the friction material off and that those self-same peaks are in the process of destroying the shoes. I don’t want to put ridged shoes on a good drum either. Poot.
But, in super-good news, and relating to the nature of awesome which the DAF club (who I must get around to joining (and I need to renew my MMOC membership as it happens)), a member of the DAF owners’ club has offered to supply us both with a manifold that’s in better condition than our really crackedy one and a drum which is not ridged to hell and back.
But (another but, not a butt), while I’m waiting for that to come, and the other DAF to surface from the garage in which it lurketh, I must get around to preparing my Mac for sale. This means: fixing the Sony monitor semi-properly, removing the second hard-disk, and a veritable cornucopia of file-shuffling. I am debating selling my dad’s old DEC monitor. I really *love* the DEC monitor, it’s 21″ of shiny shiny trinitron goodness; but do I want to lug that all the way to Canada? At some point I need to move on from hording all the things my dad used, and perhaps it’s time to let that go and get some shiny new tech in. I can carefully remove the sticker with his name on (and my stripey apple sticker!) and it can go on a new computer…
Anyway. It’s bed time here in ChezUs. So off we toddle.
Oh, and Being Human? Excellent TV. Thank you Auntie beeb.
* I just found out something truly creepy about resusci-anne; her face is modelled on the death-mask of an unidentified 19th Century woman. That is entirely freaky. I’ll have to share that at work. *creeped out*
