Who is Between You and the Door?

Image Credit: nocturnal moth at deviantart

Image Credit: nocturnal moth at deviantart

While on my building tour last week with the Life Safety Surveyor, we visited the Behavioral Health floor.

Our little group had been having a great time thus far, and of course the hilarity was maintained throughout the entire tour.

That isn’t to say that lessons weren’t learned, however.

We stopped at the nourishment kitchen in the BH area and of course, out of all of the flexible plastic forks we had in the bin, the first one our surveyor pulled and took out of its wrapper broke in two. He held it up and before I could stop myself, I blurted out, “Ohhhh, SHANK!” Our surveyor turned and looked at my boss and asked him if he really KNEW who was working for him, ha ha. I hastily explained that I watch a LOT of “Lockup” on MSNBC on the weekends. He checked half a dozen other plastic eating utensils and all bent, none broke. *whew*

After learning about the importance of the quality of linens on a floor such as this, and how doors should be cut at a slope at their tops, we proceeded to the consultation room. Our surveyor asked me to take a seat at the clinician’s desk, he sat in the patient chair, and the rest of our group sat behind us.

Because we’d been cutting up most of the afternoon, anyway, I looked at B, our surveyor, poised my pen over my steno pad and asked, “So tell me….How long have you been feeling this way?” B slipped right into role playing mode and replied with something a little faux hostile. I stated that I’d have his meds called in and that they would be waiting for him in the pharmacy. At this point he stated he didn’t need medication, that he didn’t have a problem until I told him he had a problem, which told him that as long as I’m around he has a problem. I blurted out that he sounded a lot like my husband. And that is when he kind of increased his size, somehow, and asked me what would I do next.

That’s when I saw it. The door was past him. My only means of egress was blocked by a little crazy man. The window behind me would be no help, as we were several floors up. He invited me to leave and I politely declined, running my hands under the desk to see if there was a panic alarm hiding, which I could have “mock” pushed. There was none. Then he asked if I wanted to use the phone to call for help. Of course, the phone was between the two of us, and I said, “Ummm, no…I think you have that shank, and even if you don’t you might grab my wrist.”

Needless to say, while it was all in good fun, a very valuable lesson was learned. While I am not a clinician, I do have people visit my own office and I realized that whomever came in would be between the door and me. Fortunately, most of MY employees are even tempered, but there are a couple that I wonder about, should things not go their way.

On the bright side? I keep extra hard plastic utensils in my desk, and they WILL snap, so at least I’ll have a shank if I need it, right?

How stable are the people you deal with on the daily? Are you aware of your surroundings? Do you have an escape route, just in case? Potential weapon at your disposal? Just some things to think about.

Until Next Time…

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The Neighbors…Revisited

Ours never look this good, tho...

Ours never look this good, tho…

As I write this, I fervently hope that my neighbors do not follow my blog. *snicker*

That said, “The Neighbors” have been a frequent subject of my blogs. As many of you know, the house next door is a rental. I posted the backstory on the Greenes and Creepy Peepy a few years ago.

When Creepy Peepy left, the party animal neighbors moved in and were fodder for many of my posts. You may remember when they partied into the wee hours of the morning and our yard became a partial parking lot and out house. Or maybe you remember them setting fire to the front porch? And then…THEN they moved out!!!!!

We had a new set of people move in the following fall. They were nice enough. When they needed something. They were also quiet, and we appreciated that more than anything. And then…then they moved out sometime last fall. The house sat vacant for several months until about a month ago. I mentioned them at the tail end of my Valentine’s Day-related post. Enter “The Neighbors; Redux.”

They moved in over the last Friday & Saturday of last month. They came that Saturday with a huge moving truck, which they immediately sunk in the ditch in the front yard. An industrial strength wrecker came and towed it out at the end of the day. This was the start of a trend. I submit to you photo #1 of what I suspect may be a series of them:

"How to Plant a Car"? Start of a trend?

“How to Plant a Car”? Start of a trend?

Yes, the above is what I came home to see yesterday. My boss drove us to and from work and he and his other passenger were like, “WTF?” And I gave them the condensed story of our history with the house next door.

I am hoping that they will be entertaining, yet not obnoxious.

I’ll keep you posted. Will be interesting to see what the warmer months will bring…muwahahah!

Until Next Time…

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The Survey… or “They’re HEEE-EEERE!”

So our long-awaited visitors arrived yesterday morning. This post gives a nod to the behind the scenes stuff at my hospital; things I would never have realized go on in a given day. (You don’t see much from behind a desk in an office with no windows on the ground floor just off the loading dock, yo.)

My receptionist texted to let me know while I was on the way to work, but my phone was buried in that suitcase I call a handbag and we all know I don’t text and drive under any circumstance, so I didn’t see it right away. About five minutes out, my boss called to let me know that they were in the building and that I was going to scribe for the Life Safety portion of the program.

Ordinarily, I would have been stoked, because a day or two away from my desk and routine would make me a happy girl, but I’d twisted my stupid ankle some kind of way a couple times during the night in such a way that it hurt enough to wake me from a dead sleep long enough to peel myself off the ceiling, so it was tender, to say the least. I’d brought my running shoes with me, because the weather forecast was for a trace to an inch of snow yesterday morning, so at least I had good walking shoes for touring the building.

Our “trace to an inch” turned into a good 3 inches and it didn’t stop till early evening. I figured I’d need my native Minnesotan boss to come retrieve me from the house this morning, as the drive home yesterday evening was dicey, at best. Especially over the bridges. He called me and told me to be ready between six and six-fifteen this morning as he needed to be in at six-thirty. Hell, I’m just getting outta bed at six-thirty on normal days, LOL…

So I digress.

The first order of business, as a “scribe” was to sit in on a two-plus hour document review of generator information, fire suppression systems and utilities paperwork, and to notate anything of interest, deficiencies, or any items the surveyor deemed problematic. As boring as it sounds? It really wasn’t. Granted, I’ve been involved with this particular facet of hospital operations for almost fourteen years, so I knew what they were talking about, which is a big-time plus.

The second order of business was the building tour, which started in the penthouse (which is a glamorous name for the top floor of the building that houses a lot of elevator-related stuff, a crap-ton of pipes and an echo). We worked our way down to the third floor before calling it a day. We were in our Behavioral Health area and our surveyor (who was a hoot) was rattling off items of interest and one of those was, “Loose screw…” and I about fell out, simply because that isn’t exactly a PC thing to say when in the Behavioral Health area, ya know? :D

The first time EVER in an OR as a vertical, coherent person. :)

The first time EVER in an OR as a vertical, coherent person. :)

I started typing up the notes I took yesterday during the relative quiet of the office this morning, and before too long it was 8:15 and we were on the move again. We went through Food & Nutrition, and I saw things I’d never seen before, and I gotta admit; I have SO much respect for the people working that department. They bust ass. Seriously…And it’s not something I could do. Food service has never been my thing, so they get mad love from this girl.

My favorite area to visit was the Operating Room Suites. As you can see from the image to the left, I had to dress out in a bunny suit, mushroom cap, shoe covers and a mask. This is the second time I’ve been in an OR. The first time, I was the patient. This time? I was vertical AND coherent. Honestly? Those rooms seem a WHOLE lot bigger when one is sedated. While fascinating, I got a major case of the heebie-jeebies when standing outside of one OR and hearing the “clank, clank, clank” of a hammer hitting something hard. The signs on the door warned us not to enter…total joint surgery was going on and I was internally freaked. *shudder*

After we finished our building tour, we had lunch and had to meet again at one o’clock for a couple of meetings. Our first meeting is when our surveyor was going over the work of one of our committees. The monthly and annual reports for this committee come from my office, and there is nothing better than pride of ownership when you actually have your crap together. (Yay, #TeamServiceCenter, LOL…)

Once those meetings were over, our portion of the survey was finished and I went back to my office, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning AFTER all the gifts have been opened.

What I can say, though, is that my schedule has opened up, again, and that I can make plans during the week without the threat of the survey hanging over my head.

Lessons learned? People are just people. The surveyors didn’t have fangs. Nursing Directors are awesome. My team of Boss, Electrical Facilities Supervisor, his second in command, and the Maintenance Manager kicked butt and took names and we had some seriously good times. Regarding my personal job? I have more pride of ownership than I ever had, and hope that I’ll get to scribe for the next survey in 2018…Sadly, all but one of my group will be retired.

All in all? A great couple of days and tomorrow I’m back to the regular grind. Plus snow. (We’re under a winter storm warning, and I’m wishing winter would just go away.)

Until next time…

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