i had to do it. it was not because all of a sudden i turned into this exhibitionist psycho who had the unstoppable urge to undress. i got out of the car, took ALL my clothes off, and with gusto, scratched everything, everywhere.

one of my patients last night had chickenpox. so far, in my encounters with people who had it, she had the worst kind. not to sound mean, but she looked like a human bubble wrap. let’s just say she perfectly fit the description of having a generalized rash. i mean, only her tongue, and a little portion of her face were spared. she had the vesicles everywhere, even in her most private parts. i know it will sound weird, but i almost felt like popping her inch by inch, just so i can help relieve the itching.

anyway, the very first time i looked at her, my eyeballs started to itch. when i changed her gown and washed her a little bit, my brain started to itch. i had to check her very positional IV very often, and everytime i see her, a part of me, or my whole body, started to itch. every part that can possibly be scratched, i scratched. even my hair. tomorrow, after work, i will do exactly the same thing.

i know there is no scientific explanation to my loony like behavior, but i swear i ended up scratching the whole night, i felt like i had it worse than her. for the record, it was not only me who had the itch. all of us who saw or touched her. i don’t know if you experience the same thing in situations like these, or it is just a nurse thing. being weird like that.

so yeah, after i stripped off in the garage, my scrubs went straight to the washer. i had a really really hot shower to convince myself that the heat will kill all of my itchy ideas. unfortunately, it did not go away that fast.

anyway, one of the two nurses who always complain about hating the fact that they work in our unit is finally leaving. i found out she was going to a different hospital. i overheard her saying that she is envisioning a paradise like environment in her future job. i hope she will finally find the happiness she deserves. no, i’m not being sarcastic. i do want her to be happy. i have nothing against her. i just feel like there is no point in expressing your disgust about your job DAILY, if you still choose to stay. i mean, just leave already, and don’t ruin it for the rest of us who are grateful to have our jobs! it is one thing to complain, it is another thing to complain EVERY single time you work. in my opinion, a daily dose of pessimism is annoying. i hate to sound so thoughtless but the truth is, i am happy she is going.

one gone. one more to go. the other one has been complaining for two years now. i do not have a clue why she is still with us. i have seriously asked her a few times if she is trying to look for a different place and she said she will be leaving in a couple of months. that was two years ago!

she would start her day with lines like “i hate this fu#*ng place”; “there is no way in hell i am going to do this and that, i hate this fu#*ng job!” when she finally leaves (i hope very soon!), we’re gonna have a party. here. in my place. you’re all invited.

no, you will not catch me naked in the garage. promise.