Nursing Voices

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Fireworks, Haldol, and the 4th of July.

Look at that nurse. She looks so patriotic. I’d bet if her you asked her, she would tell you she is a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution. I love the flag that she's draped in, and I especially like her cap. I give her cap at 10/10 on the Emergiblog Cap Scale. She's dressed and ready for work. It looks like the 4th of July is her favorite holiday.

City Hall, Morning Sun, Iowa

My favorite holiday is the 4th of July, too. Independence Day is steeped in tradition. When I was a little girl spending my summers in Morning Sun, Iowa, my grandparents took me into town so I could participate in the local 4th of July festivities. We watched the annual tractor pulling competition, the Independence Day cakewalk, the greased pig contest, and of course I got to take a spin on the kiddy rides that were setup in front of City Hall. There was a horse show later in the evening followed by fireworks, and homemade cherry pie topped with vanilla ice cream. It was heaven on earth.

The 4th of July came with new traditions when I started working as a psychiatric nurse. The other nurses and I bring in fried chicken, watermelon, pies, and ice cream for our patients. We also brace ourselves for the surge of psychotic patients who traditionally flood into the unit when firecrackers start popping, and the fireworks start going off in the nighttime sky. My patients really think that the sky is falling and that the world is coming to an end. And God help us if a psychotic person has a few beers while watching Will Smith in Independence Day. They come running in believing that the aliens are out to get them. Damn aliens. They really know how to kill a holiday.

Giving a lot of Haldol is another 4th of July tradition. It’s a psychiatric nurse’s holiday drug of choice.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Mod Nurse

This post is for Geena from Code Blog because she isn't old enough to recognize this girl . Do you remember this girl's name? She's an actress named Peggy Lipton, and she played Julie Barnes on the Mod Squad. She ran around with two mod guys while solving crimes and saving the world. It was all about peace, love, and doing the right thing. Peggy was the definition of cool. Every girl in my school wanted to be just like Peggy. We wore short skirts, grew our hair long, and begged our parents to let us wear makeup and bleach our hair. Few of us made it to mod status. I know I didn't make the grade. It just wasn't meant to be.

I wonder what mod nurses looked like in the 1960s. I know that they cared about their patients. I've seen some pictures from back then. Nurses wore short dresses, and I don't know how they were able to bend over and make a bed without their undies showing. They wore caps and dreamed of marrying doctors.

Here's a mod looking nurse. She's off duty so she's not wearing her mini nursing uniform. Our mod nurse was just doing her own thing, and then she fell in love. She's dreaming about marrying a doctor.

"When Jacqueline Clarke came from France to nurse at a Yorkshire hospital she had never known any Englishmen except her father. Soon she was to meet two very attractive ones; her farmer-cousin Guy, who ruled over his broad acres from a centuries-old farmhouse, and the distinguished surgeon of whom nurses spoke in awed whispers as “the great Mr. Broderick.”

Guy fell in love and started proposing marriage almost at once, while she wasn’t supposed even to speak to Mr. Broderick — and what a sensation there was when she did! She couldn’t presume to imagine that he would ever give her a serious thought…and yet the idea of him seemed to come persistently between her and Guy."

I giggled when I read the back about the "great Mr. Broderick." I guess he was trying to be cool by not insisting that the nurses call him doctor. That's him looking cool on the bookcover. Look closely at the picture. Is he smoking a joint? I think he looks a little stoned. That's another thing I remember about the 1960s, but that's another story.

Today's nurses have a few thing in common with nurses from the 1960s. We want the best for our patients. It's still all about wanting to do the right thing.


Change of Shift

I like this nurse's laptop computer. I wonder if it's a Mac. Change of Shift is up over at NursingLink. Go check it out.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

When Nurses Sell Out

This is a cartoon from a book that I bought at my local thrift store for 10 cents. Yep, I’m a big spender. The title of the book is, Nursing in Today’s World: Challenges, Issues, and Trends by Janice R. Ellis and Celia L. Hartley. It’s the fourth edition, and it was published in 1992. I bought the book because I liked the pictures. Take this example for instance. This is what I look like when I can’t sleep because I’m stressed out about work. I want to give good patient care, but it’s getting harder to do everyday. Nurses are asked to do more with less time, less staff, and less money.

When did things start going wrong? I was working at a hospital in the Midwest when HMOs came out. I noticed a red dot on the side of a few of the charts, and I asked what the red dots meant. My nursing manager explained that those charts belonged to patients that were members of a new HMO, and it was our job to get those patients out of the hospital ASAP so the hospital could make more money. I was shocked. Back then, saying something like that was blasphemy, but now it’s standard operating procedure. It’s no secret; the health care system is more focused on making a profit than it is on delivering good patient care.

I know that I am going to offend some people by saying this, but I don’t understand how nursing mangers can do their job within today's profit driven health care system. I’m not suggesting that every manager is in a league with Satan, far from it, but I’ve known a few mangers over the years that have sold their soul to the devil. Look at the unit manager in the cartoon. She looks like she’s sleeping well at night, yet she's telling the staff nurse that her first priority must be cost containment. I don't remember cost containment being mentioned in the Florence Nightingale Pledge. The patient is always the nurse's first priority. Good nurse mangers stand up for their staff and patients. They burnout quickly because their job eats away at them. The bad managers sell out and they seem to stick around forever.

I have no room in my nursing practice for sellouts.

Monday, June 25, 2007

Email From Mother

I about peed my britches when I read my email this morning. This is from my mother. I just had to pass it along.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

I'm Hearing Voices

Sometimes, hearing voices is a good thing. No, I’m not talking about auditory hallucinations. I’m talking about a great new nursing forum called Nursing Voices: Nursing Talk From Around the World, and we need to hear your voice.

Nursing Voices has been around for the last couple of years as a small syndicated website for nurse bloggers, but now it has blossomed into a full-fledged nursing forum. The good people at Nursing are the creators of Nursing Voices. I’ll admit it, I’m new to nursing forums and I’m not a computer geek, but this forum is so user friendly, even I can figure out how to use its uncluttered format. There is something for everyone at Nursing Voices. Did you have a bad day at work, or did you see something that made you laugh so hard that you nearly peed your pants? Tell us what happened. Are you a student nurse who is ready to graduate or throw in the towel? Tells us what’s on your mind. Are you a male nurse? Gentlemen, this forum is for you. Tell the ladies what you’re thinking about. Nursing Voices is for everyone.

Come join the fun. We’re waiting for YOU!

Friday, June 22, 2007

Do You Hear What I Hear?

I swear, I’m not doing this on purpose. Really! I overheard another conversation that was quite amusing. The guy in the picture looks like he’s having fun. Maybe I’ll take up eavesdropping as my new hobby because I’m hearing some pretty amazing things.

I was reading a magazine while sitting in my local community library when I overheard three young women chatting about their upcoming college classes, and what they wanted to do when they graduated from school. One young woman told the other two that she use to be a school teacher, but now she wanted to be a nurse. She explained her interest in nursing was based on its job security, and that she plans to use her nursing degree in conjunction with her background in teaching to springboard her career to new heights. She said that nursing school is going to be “a snap,” and that anyone who can read a textbook can become a nurse. I could hardly contain my laughter when I heard this woman make such a naive statement, and I ducked my head behind the magazine so they could not see the expression on my face.

I talked to one of my girlfriends later that night who use to be a clinical nursing instructor at the college. She and I had a good chuckle. My friend doubts that the woman will make it through her nursing classes. I think our new fledgling is in for a rude shock.

Here’s some advice. Don’t enter nursing unless you want to help people. Job security isn’t all its cracked up to be if you hate your job.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Who's Your Dada?

Max Ernst: Men will know nothing of this, 1923. Oil on canvas, London, Tate Gallery.

Sigmund Freud said, "Visual thought is closer to the unconscious event than verbal thought, it is older than the latter." If that's true, I wonder what Max Ernst was thinking when he created this work of art. Ernst was a self-taught painter and an artist in the Dada Movement. He believed that nothing made sense so he was against everything. You might say that Ernst was a rebel with a paintbrush. Ernst was interested at an early stage in the artistic creations of the mentally ill. He served in the First World War, and was deeply affected by his experiences during the war.

I learn a lot about my patients by looking at their artwork. Stop and take the time to look at your patients' drawings the next time they bring them to the nurses station.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Born to Care

"Who can fortell for what high cause this darling of the gods was born?" Andrew Marvell.

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a nurse. I was taught through my parents' example that there was no higher calling than to help others. Thanks Mom and Dad for teaching me to fight the good fight, and to care for my fellow man.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Dr. Swindler and Mr. Crook

Here’s some advice. Don’t talk about swindling the partners in your medical practice when you’re eating lunch in a fancy restaurant. You never know if an eavesdropping nurse blogger is sitting behind you in the next booth.

My Prince and I went out to eat today to celebrate his new master’s degree. He said he’s going to hang his diploma over the toilet, so every time he urinates he can remember how smart he is, but that’s another story. I was looking over the menu when I overheard two men in the next booth talking about a satellite clinic, doctors, and partners.” Ok, I admit it, I’m nosy, and so I put up my antenna and really started listening in on the conversation.

Guy #1 was a doctor who was interested in setting up a new medical practice, and guy #2 was an accountant/banker. The doctor was interested in learning the best way to set up his practice and tax shelters while fleecing his partners. Guy #2 was more than happy to tell Guy#1 the dos and don’ts of screwing over business partners. Guy #1 is going to ask each member of the practice to invest $70,000, and the money is going to disappear into a black hole, never to be seen again. I saw the two guys toasting their good fortune when my prince and I were leaving the restaurant. And I thought nurses were the only ones who could be that malicious to their colleagues.

If a doctor asks you to invest $70,000 in a new practice, run, don’t walk to the nearest exit, but do so only after you punch him out.

Bon Appetit!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Change of Shift: Volume 1, Number 26

Welcome to the anniversary edition of Change of Shift. Circle this date on your calendars because this is a historical event. If a carnival can have a parent, then Kim is the mother of CoS. Thank you Kim for setting up this great nursing carnival where we can share posts in the blogosphere. Happy Anniversary!

I went to Wikipedia and found out that June 14th was a very busy day for historical events. Let’s take a look.

Napoleon Bonaparte’s French Army defeats the Austrians at the Battle of Marengo in Northern Italy and re-conquers Italy on June 14th, 1800. I love this updated picture of Napoleon. Hueina Su from Intensive Care for the Nurturer's Soul notes that some parents are at war with their kids and suggests ways of dealing with power struggles. She says to pick your battles wisely. And speaking of battles, Flashlight One from The Forgotten Blue Line talks about what it’s like to be at war with a patient and the patient’s nurses in his post, He Has What???

June 14th is also World Blood Donor Day. Judy from Tiggers Don't Jump sent in a post with a simple message; save a life, give blood.

June 14th is Flag Day. Look at the girls dressed up like an American flag. Don’t they look patriotic? Supporting our troops is another way of showing your patriotism. Drugmonkey from Your Pharmacist May Hate You writes about how he supports the troops.

Hawaii became a United States territory on June 14, 1900. Nurses need a nice trip to Hawaii after working with poopy patients. I’m sending Faith Walker from The Oracle a ticket to Hawaii when I win Lotto. Read her post and find out why she deserves the trip. Maybe Faith will read this book when she's sitting on the beach. Nurse Sean said reading this book was a life changing experience.

June 14th is Mother’s Day in Afghanistan. Monkeygirl from Musings Of A Highly Trained Monkey writes about her mother in her post, Just a Nurse. Poor MamaMonkey. She wanted a MonkeyDoctor in the family, but thank goodness, it just wasn’t meant to be.

On June 14th, 1381, King Richard II of England met with the leaders of the Peasants’ Revolt. It seems as though the king had a lot of very angry citizens on his hands, and that he wanted to stop some heavy-duty bloodshed. Disappearing John also wanted to avert bloodshed during his shift, and write about his quest for peace in his very entertaining post.

Action Comics issued the first Superman comic on June 14th, 1938. Superman was faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, and could leap buildings in a single bound. But sometimes a man has to show compassion to be a superman, or super nurse. Nurse William is that kind of nurse as he cares for his patient in this post.

ER Murse sent in this post about hospitals that are trying to improve patient satisfaction scores. Take note hospital CEOs, Emergency Physician Directors, and ED Managers, ERMurse has your number. This post has nothing to do with whisky, but the practices discussed in this post make me want to drink. According to Wikipedia, American clergyman the Reverend Elijah Craig first produced whisky distilled from maize on June 14th, 1789. Kim from Emergiblog may need a stiff drink after she watches Michael Moore’s new movie, Sicko. Read her post concerning the movie.

Today is Donald Trump’s birthday. He was born on June 14th, 1946. Here he is with his wife, Melania, and their son, little baby Baron. All babies are precious. ERnursey from ERnursey-Stories from an Emergency Room Nurse writes about keeping one alive in her post, Blue Baby

On June 14th, 2007, Mother Jones, RN checks her mailbox and finds three more posts that must be included in this week's CoS. They are too good to miss.

Pixelrn wants to know if nurses should pay for parking.

Girlvet from madness: tales of an emergency room nurse talks about leaky pipes. It's a very messy subject.

Nursa Minor sent in this cute diddy called, "Wait for it." It's all about one day in the life of a nurse.

I want to thank the readers of CoS, and to everyone who submitted a post. June 14th is also International Weblogger’s Day. Today we celebrate the work of webloggers around the world. Start the party and keep on blogging.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Go Ask Mother

It's beautiful outside today and I have the day off. Maybe I'll go to the beach. I wish I looked like this girl. She looks cute in her bathing suit. I'm getting old. That means that I don't look cute in a bathing suit. I go to the beach wearing shorts and an oversized T-shirt that says, "Nurses Call the Shots." My darling husband says that I haven't changed, and that I still look like a blushing new bride. Love is blind.

I’ve been collecting some questions in the old mailbag, so it’s time for another edition of Go Ask Mother.

Here's a question from a mental health care consumer. She writes:

Dear Mother Jones, RN--Something that I noticed throughout my treatment, good or bad, inpatient or out, was that the mental health professionals were always withholding information from patients. Why is so much information withheld from patients?

I understand that some information is withheld from patients for therapeutic purposes (like not telling anorexic patients their weights); I understand that personal information about staff is withheld for their safety and because it really just isn't relevant. I'm asking about the other things.

Some things that are withheld are piddly, like why we are woke up at 5am when we must get our blood drawn. Why does information like that get withheld at all? I'm sure that for simple things like this there are generally reasonable, if mundane, answers. If I'm told that mundane answer, I might still not like it, but I'll be much more willing to deal with it. If the nurse rather deflects or ignores my question, I'll be frustrated and might make a fuss. Why is info about petty issues withheld?

If a patient asks about their rights, and the question isn't answered, what do you expect us to make of that? I know that it makes me think that you don't want me to know my rights so that you can violate them without my making a fuss. This is probably a big reason for why psych units have such a bad reputation, at least with people who aren't so impaired so as not to notice this. We know that in a psych unit our rights are limited, but we know that we still do have rights, and if you don't tell us what they are, we will be suspicious (as we should be, this is not paranoia). Why is information about our rights withheld?

Why is information about the therapy withheld? I've often asked, as a patient, how a particular type of therapy was supposed to be helping me, and been deflected or ignored. As an insatiably curious person, this is infinitely frustrating. I cannot even fathom why this sort of information would be withheld.

These are the largest areas of information withholding that I can think of at the moment. I would love any insight you have on why you withhold these or other types of information from patients, or why you think your colleagues might (though I certainly don't expect you to be psychic).

Dear Mental Health Care Consumer:

You ask some very interesting questions, and I don’t know if I have the answers that you are looking for, but let’s give it a try.

As you mentioned in your letter, sometimes it’s therapeutic to withhold information. You are right when you said that it’s not therapeutic to focus on someone’s weight when they are suffering from anorexia. Staff also will withhold personal information about themselves in an attempt to maintain personal boundaries, and as a way of assisting a patient to focus on their own issues.

Patients do have the right to know about their treatment. I tell patients why I’m taking their blood pressure, and I’ll explain why the doctor wants to run a blood test. It’s courteous to let people know what is happening to them. However, I have had patients who focus too much on what’s going on around them, and not enough on what brought them into the hospital. Patients who are brought to the hospital against their will are usually angry and challenging, and it’s my job to tell them things that they don’t necessarily want to hear. Sometimes I must deflect questions and comments as a way of leading patients back into a therapeutic conversation.

I’m not sure why information about therapy was withheld from you. Every case is different, but I can tell some reasons that I have noted in the past. I was taught that therapy is a voyage of self-discovery, and that we do a disservice to our patients if we tell them what we think about their situation, or what to do next. If a patient says, “I feel really mixed up. What do you think I should do,” I was taught to answer, “That’s not up to me. What’s important is what you think you should do.” I know it sounds like double-speak, but it’s important that patients make their own decisions about how to live their lives. Maybe that’s why information about your therapy was withheld. I’m not saying that I’m giving you the right answer, I’m just saying that I’m giving you my best guess.

I hope I’ve been able to answer some of your questions.

If you have a question, please send it to me at nurseratchedsplace AT yahoo DOT com.

Monday, June 11, 2007

A New Doc on the Block

Here’s another book from my personal collection. I know that some people think that collecting this type of book is inane, but everyone needs a hobby. This book was first published in 1968.

“For one reason or another, Doctor Mark Bayfield had managed to get on the wrong side of every member of the Kinglake family before he had even started his new job at Northmoor Hospital. So wasn’t it going to lead to trouble when he turned out to be the only doctor who could get to the bottom of the young Gwenny Kinglake’s illness?"

The handsome Doctor Bayfield had his work cut out for him. It’s hard being the new doc on the block. Of course Doctor Bayfield marries young Gweeny after he saves her life, and they all live happily ever after. Look at Gweeny smile. It’s harder for other doctors who come to new facilities. After all, not every doctor has the opportunity to marry the boss’s daughter after he snatches her from the jaws of death.

We have a new medical director starting on our unit and I’m very anxious to see how he fits into the grand scheme of things at our hospital. I’ve met him once a few weekends ago, and he seems to be very nice. I walked up to him and introduced myself as the weekend nurse who will be calling him at all hours of the day and night when he is on call. He just stared as me. Oh for Pete sakes Doc, I’m just kidding, well kind of. He’s taking over our unit very soon, so I apparently didn’t scare him off.

I wonder if anyone told him that the nurses expect him to bring in donuts on his weekends to work. Maybe I should print up a copy of the help wanted ad I placed on my blog and put it in his mailbox at work. (Hint-hint.)

I’ll keep you posted on our new doc’s orientation to the unit.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Now Hear This!

This is last call for Change of Shift. Please send your submissions ASAP to nurseratchedsplace AT yahoo DOT com. I'll be working on Change of Shift starting Wednesday morning, so please get your submissions into me by Tuesday night. I want to hear from you!

Friday, June 08, 2007

Meet the Family

Meet my Great Aunt Virginia. Here she is sitting in her living room. She won’t tell anyone how old she is, but I’m guessing that she is in her mid eighties, and she’s one of my favor aunts. She’s spunky. She’s also a retired nurse. Virginia worked as a nursing supervisor in a small country hospital for many years. She's also worked as a medical-surgical nurse, an OB nurse, and as a psych nurse. Virginia graduated from Bishop Clarkson Memorial Hospital School of Nursing on May 7, 1942, and she retired from nursing when she was 75 years old.

This is Virginia’s graduation picture from nursing school. I remember when I told her that I was enrolling in nursing school. She was so excited for me, and she’s always has been one of my biggest fans.

This is an picture on my Great Uncle Lowell.

Great Aunt Virginia and Great Uncle Lowell have a very special story. Virginia secretly married Lowell during World War II just before he went to Europe. Nursing students couldn’t be married back then and she would have been kicked out of school if anyone had found out about the nuptials. Uncle Lowell was captured by the Germans in 1943 and spent 24 months in a POW camp. He was very sick when he returned home from the war, and Aunt Virginia nursed him back to health. This picture was taken of them after the war. Lowell died a few years ago, and Virginia misses him very much.

Virginia told me that she is very worried about what’s happening within the nursing profession. She said that nurses are being exploited by hospitals, and she wishes that nurses would band together to stop the abuse. My aunt is a very wise woman.

I'm flying home today and I hope I get home on time and in one piece. I hate flying. I also hate the idea of working 16 hours at the hospital tomorrow. Enjoy your weekend.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Day #2: Hitting the Road In Page County, Iowa.

Mom and I took a tour of Page County yesterday. Our first stop was Clarinda, which is the county seat. Here’s a picture of the courthouse. The whole town is cute. There are antique stores and little shops everywhere. Here are some fun facts about Clarinda:

Clarinda was founded in 1853.
Johnny Carson donated money to the Clarinda Lied Center.
Actor Billy Aaron Brown who starred in John Ritter’s last television sitcom is from Clarinda. (My Aunt Sue was one of his schoolteachers).
Alton Glenn Miller was born in Clarinda.

Speaking of Glenn Miller, the good people of Clarinda are busy getting ready for the 32nd Annual Glenn Miller Festival. People around here are very excited about the upcoming event. Just in case you don’t know, Glenn Miller was a very famous musician and bandleader back in the 1940’s, and he died in a plane crash during World War II. Glenn Miller is Clarinda’s favorite son. I took some pictures as I walked around the town square. Here’s a picture of a Glenn Miller street banner.

Here’s a street sign located by the courthouse.

Here’s a sign outside of a quaint antique store.

Local Glenn Miller fans have formed the Glenn Miller Birthplace Society. The society organizes the yearly Glenn Miller Festival. Glenn Miller fans travel from all over the world to attend the event. I met a man from England when I went into the office to buy a tee shirt and some postcards. I also met Glenn Miller’s son. He traveled to Clarinda from Los Vegas. He’s a very nice man.

Our next stop was the old Clarinda Asylum for the Insane. Today it’s called the Clarinda Treatment Complex. It has a much nicer name now. The original hospital sat on 513 acres and was opened in 1888. Unfortunately the hospital administrator didn’t have enough time to take us to the hospital’s museum. Maybe he had second thoughts about showing us how patients use to be treated in the hospital. Drat! And of course, due to HIPPA laws I did not take pictures of patient care areas. However, I was able to take a picture of the front of the building. I think Nurse Ratched would like working here.

Our next stop was Shenandoah. It’s my mom’s old hometown. It’s also the hometown of the Everly Brothers. They were the guys that sang, “Wake Up Little Susie.” This sign is in the Greater Shenandoah Historical Museum. This sign came from the town's original speed trap.

I think every little town in Iowa has a museum. And of course I gravitate to the medical displays. Here’s an old faded picture of Shenandoah’s first hospital.

Here’s old all-purpose quarantine sign. I also saw a Scarlet Fever quarantine sign in the museum.

This is the office equipment of old Dr. E.J. Gottsch. Mom said she knew Dr. Gottsch when she was a little girl. She said he was a grump. Maybe he was grumpy because lots of his patients were in quarantine.

That's it for today. I plan to go see some of my relatives tomorrow. They're all a little crazy just like me. Well, they say the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Day #1: Welcome to Iowa

Welcome to the Middle of Nowhere. Just in case some of you city slickers don't know, these are cows. Two of these old gals didn't know what to make about the crazy lady taking their picture. I took this photo from my aunt's backyard.
Can you say moo?

I made a new friend today. His name is Darwin. He has a museum in Villisca, Iowa. Here's a picture of Darwin and my mom. Darwin is a modern kind of guy. Notice the the cell phone clipped on his bib overalls. Yep, people living in Iowa are high tech.

Here is the inside of Darwin’s museum. He said he opened it a long time ago because he didn’t want these historical relics deteriorating out in local barns and garages. As you can see, Darwin has some really cool stuff.

Infection control nurses, please take note. This is an old whooping cough quarantine sign. Thank goodness we haven’t had to use these in a long time.

This painting is in Darwin’s museum. It was painted by a local artist. It’s a picture of the Villisca Ax Murder House. On June 12, 1912, eight people, six of them children, were bludgeoned to death with an ax while they slept. The murders were never solved. Darwin said he bought the house in 1998 and is currently restoring it to its original appearance. He also mentioned that the house is haunted. Darwin gave us a tour of the place after he ate lunch.

Darwin gave us the grand tour. Here is a picture of a room where two little girls were killed. The bedroom was very creepy.

Here’s where the parents were murdered.

Darwin said that people hear children laughing in the house and that there are cold spots in this corner of the kitchen. Darwin rents the place out for sleepovers at $250 a night, but Darwin said that a lot of people leave the house before the night is over. Can you guess who his biggest repeat customers are? Nurses, of course! Go figure. I guess that proves that most nurses are a little crazy. I gave Darwin my name and email address and asked him to pass on my contact information to the nurses that keep coming back to the house. I hope I hear from them because I’d like to ask them what draws them to the house.

See, I told you we know how to have a good time in Iowa. Come back tomorrow for more Notes from the Middle of Nowhere. In the meantime, start typing up your posts for Change of Shift. I'll be hosting Change of Shift on June 14th. Please send your posts to nurseratchedsplace AT yahoo DOT com. The deadline for sending in your submissions is June 11th.