What the "F"?

So much has happened since I last posted. In case you are wondering, my husband is doing better these days. Thank the Good Lord. 

Back in July the evil DON (Director of Nurses) decided that she could do a better job of scheduling than I could. I heard from the employees first that I wasn't doing the schedule anymore. Not only did she steal it out from under me, adding insult to injury, started a bunch of rumors about me as well. I honestly think she thought she could pop out a month's schedule in an hour rather than the 2 or 3 days it would take me to do it right. Not to mention all the call-outs and last minute; 3 people just up and quit scenarios. 

She then completely shut me out, so that I wasn't familiar with any of the new hires and their schedules as well. 

Once I got over the unprofessional and slimy way it was taken from me. I was kind of ok with it. Suddenly my job had A LOT less stress to it. I mean, who wants to hear about all their swollen lymph nodes and the rashes on their babies butts anyway? 

Around the end of August, beginning of September, people that whined the loudest about the way I did the schedule, would whisper to me about how they wished I was doing it again. It dragged on that way for a while, getting to the point that new hires were never put on the schedule and just went out and got other jobs. We lost a lot of good employees who were sick of only 1 CNA scheduled to get 42 residents up for breakfast. 

The DON decided we should have a huge halloween party for the residents and she promised them that she would make fantastic costumes for their wheelchairs out of cardboard. Then she stopped coming in to work, for various reasons, dog is sick, has a migraine, etc. Supposedly her new apartment had mold and she had to wait for the mold people to come and look at it. All lies as far as I was concerned. 

The staffing issue got so bad, that the VP of Operations from Corporate had to come to our facility and tell the DON that I would be doing all of the scheduling going forward. I had five days to get the November schedule out and with half the staff we had before she took over. The DON was not happy of course. But soon her not showing up got the better of her and she walked in for five minutes early halloween morning and left her keys on the desk, sending the Administrator an email that she quit. It would have been nice if she hadn't run the place into the ground before finally leaving it. 

So that is what I have been doing lately. Picking up all the pieces and trying to put Humpty Dumpty back together again.

Oh – and for the title of this post. While this is all going on, as I'm entering Physician Orders into our system (another one of my numerous responsibilities) I found that they had misspelled Ibuprophen. I've been buying that stuff for years and years and entering orders for Ibuprophen for over a year – so I know how it's spelled. I am a very good speller, which bothers me to say now that there is so much witchcraft in the world. But I KNOW how stuff is spelled. But late last week. Here it is spelled Ibuprofen. I asked around. The younger nurses always thought it was spelled with an “f”, but an older nurse even reached into her purse to show me her prescription Ibuprophen and sure enough. It was spelled Ibuprofen. She was shocked. Welcome to the Mandela Effect. Sigh. 

Gotta run, very very busy these days and winter is coming. I really hate winter, but my new car has climate control and tells me if I need to put air in the tires, so I think I'm going to be okay.

Take care out there.