I changed my profile picture again. And I am also posting another picture:
Story time!!!!!! Kick back kids, this is story time!:
Well, my day started ok. Then I got a page for third floor. Ok, third floor, how many times have I been up there? Like a million. So I go, thinking nothing of it. Here I find out its for Orchard Hall, the hospitals mental ward area. Sweet!
So Im standing outside the door, I fumble with my keys for a moment before I am able to find the right one. I find it and shove it into its home. I open the door walk inside; I wait by the door to make sure it shuts behind me. As soon as I am inside I flip my badge under my scrubs so no one can see my name. I walk to the nurses station and ask what they need. Samantha answers, she says no one paged me. I wait around for a few moments so I can ask the other nurses if they had paged me. Nope, nothing. So I walk back to the end of the hall, keys ready. I get to the door and fumble with my keys again; I had the wrong one ready. While I am messing with the keys I hear something behind me, I dont really think anything of it. The sound seems like its heading my way and it sounded like it was coming fast. I didnt even have a moment to look behind me. The next thing I know is that I have just been body slammed into the door. My keys fly from my hand; no idea where. My arms flailed at my sides, I glance back. Its a patient. He backs up a little giving me room to breathe, then his weight pushes me back into the door. My breast bone slams into the doorknob. I have no idea what to do so I just try to say something but I cant. Needless to say I heard commotion behind me and a nurse screaming. After a moment the weight lifted off me and someone was spinning me around. It was Sam. She asked if I was ok and I think I said yes.
Here the patient thought I was someone from his family, I guess he didnt want me to leave. After a few moments of checking me over and a million questions they let me leave.
Story time over! Sorry, Im not the best at telling a story, but at least I try and tell them!
The only sad thing is not every day at work is filled with that much fear!
me
Story time!!!!!! Kick back kids, this is story time!:
Well, my day started ok. Then I got a page for third floor. Ok, third floor, how many times have I been up there? Like a million. So I go, thinking nothing of it. Here I find out its for Orchard Hall, the hospitals mental ward area. Sweet!
So Im standing outside the door, I fumble with my keys for a moment before I am able to find the right one. I find it and shove it into its home. I open the door walk inside; I wait by the door to make sure it shuts behind me. As soon as I am inside I flip my badge under my scrubs so no one can see my name. I walk to the nurses station and ask what they need. Samantha answers, she says no one paged me. I wait around for a few moments so I can ask the other nurses if they had paged me. Nope, nothing. So I walk back to the end of the hall, keys ready. I get to the door and fumble with my keys again; I had the wrong one ready. While I am messing with the keys I hear something behind me, I dont really think anything of it. The sound seems like its heading my way and it sounded like it was coming fast. I didnt even have a moment to look behind me. The next thing I know is that I have just been body slammed into the door. My keys fly from my hand; no idea where. My arms flailed at my sides, I glance back. Its a patient. He backs up a little giving me room to breathe, then his weight pushes me back into the door. My breast bone slams into the doorknob. I have no idea what to do so I just try to say something but I cant. Needless to say I heard commotion behind me and a nurse screaming. After a moment the weight lifted off me and someone was spinning me around. It was Sam. She asked if I was ok and I think I said yes.
Here the patient thought I was someone from his family, I guess he didnt want me to leave. After a few moments of checking me over and a million questions they let me leave.
Story time over! Sorry, Im not the best at telling a story, but at least I try and tell them!
The only sad thing is not every day at work is filled with that much fear!
me
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mct:
Glad to hear you're not hurt ... that would have been scary
b57913:
I found it.