Saturday morning for the winnnn! I’m ignoring the fact that I woke up at 5:45 am though.
You know how you have those crazy days from time to time? That was yesterday. The day started so typical and went haywire so quickly.
The day started out well since I bought in the loaf of extreme cinnamon bread that has been sitting at my apartment untouched for the past week (still so fresh).
I wrote a little card for everyone to read.
Re-read it in Oprah’s voice for more enjoyment.
I thought the standout moment of the day would be when my pulmonary patient knocked on my office door which scared me enough to let out a scream.
Reeeal professional, Molly.
Once that patient was through, I checked the diabetes schedule to see how things were going over there. The day had completely changed!! Our primary outpatient RD was missing from the schedule. I finished up charting and headed back over to the nutrition/diabetes center. I cut through the ER parking lot as a short cut. The “missing” RD’s car was in this parking lot. I suspected something happened to a family member of hers (very logical with history).
I’m 5 feet into the office when I am asked if I’ve heard what’s going on. Apparently the RD had a possible TIA while with a patient. Um, what?!
We are so lucky to work directly with some of the most amazing nurses who react so quickly and calmly to sudden medical issues. Our office’s APN took charge of her well-being.
The rest of us picked up the remaining diabetes patients and I had another task since we were down a second person who was taking care of the RD. By the way, that task was to call my Monday patient for reminder calls. I had to leave a voicemail for a patient who I have seen numerous times. At the end of the message, I left our office number for them to call should they need to cancel. I got stuck though after the area code. Me, “815…uh…um…give me a second.” In the background I hear shouting of numbers but I’m too flustered to make sense of it. I open up a drawer where my business cards are to find the number.
Again, real professional Molly. If that were to happen to any of my patients, that was the one that will get a kick out of the horrible voicemail.
Before leaving work, I headed over to the hospital to visit the RD. I asked if I could do a meal round on her. Half-way joking. I spent almost an hour with her before grabbing my things at my office and then heading home.
I came home to find another dough fail.
I was so skeptical of it. It didn’t look like it had risen enough. Aaron had mentioned going to The Olympic Tavern for dinner. I was game with no back-up dinner options.
Bruschetta and asparagus on the patio. So enjoyable despite no beer-antibiotics! During dinner Aaron told me about his Screw City Beer Festival meetings. If you live anywhere near Rockford, you totally need to come! It was so much fun last year and it’s an award-winning festival.
What a great day that was!