Day 4713: Scotch on the Rocks.
May. 13th, 2005 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wren08God, what a hell of a day.
I was MOD when Heidi cut the tip of her finger off and then I get the manager and the owner second guessing me. My attitude toward this is "If you wanted it done your way, you should have been here. You left me in charge, I dealt with it my way."
My way, of course, was to call 911 and get an ambulance to come and get this poor hysterical girl before she passed out and see what could best be done for her. I had Debbie (what a trooper!) and Allen hold her down (laying down) and elevate her hand and keep pressure on it. Debbie also managed to keep her from passing out by talking to her while I called 911 and the owner. Who told me I should have just taken or sent her to to doc-in-the-box. Hell, I don't know where the DITB is close to where I work. I did what I've been trained to do since I was 2 yrs old and called 911. I don't care if it costs $300... Chip should have insurance. Not my look-out if he doesn't. Heidi deserved professionals who knew how bad (or not) it was and could calm her and give her pain meds on the way down. She's only 18... of course she's scared to death. Somehow, my car is not equipped with either morphine or a radio or sirens... I don't know how that happened. Gross oversite on my part, I'm sure. I sent her boyfriend down after her... he would have been useless the rest of the day with worry and since they live together he's more her immediate family than her mother... although I did try to call her mother third and gave her boyfriend instructions to do that while he followed the ambulance to the hospital. (I deal with realities, not legalities.)
On the good side of the day, my new room is almost finished. By the time I get home from work tomorrow, it should have everything done except paint, stain and trim strip which is mine to do. I also, of course, have to clean the windows and everything before I move anything in.
Whew! I've had TWO scotch on the rocks.. and before dinner too. Can you tell?
I was MOD when Heidi cut the tip of her finger off and then I get the manager and the owner second guessing me. My attitude toward this is "If you wanted it done your way, you should have been here. You left me in charge, I dealt with it my way."
My way, of course, was to call 911 and get an ambulance to come and get this poor hysterical girl before she passed out and see what could best be done for her. I had Debbie (what a trooper!) and Allen hold her down (laying down) and elevate her hand and keep pressure on it. Debbie also managed to keep her from passing out by talking to her while I called 911 and the owner. Who told me I should have just taken or sent her to to doc-in-the-box. Hell, I don't know where the DITB is close to where I work. I did what I've been trained to do since I was 2 yrs old and called 911. I don't care if it costs $300... Chip should have insurance. Not my look-out if he doesn't. Heidi deserved professionals who knew how bad (or not) it was and could calm her and give her pain meds on the way down. She's only 18... of course she's scared to death. Somehow, my car is not equipped with either morphine or a radio or sirens... I don't know how that happened. Gross oversite on my part, I'm sure. I sent her boyfriend down after her... he would have been useless the rest of the day with worry and since they live together he's more her immediate family than her mother... although I did try to call her mother third and gave her boyfriend instructions to do that while he followed the ambulance to the hospital. (I deal with realities, not legalities.)
On the good side of the day, my new room is almost finished. By the time I get home from work tomorrow, it should have everything done except paint, stain and trim strip which is mine to do. I also, of course, have to clean the windows and everything before I move anything in.
Whew! I've had TWO scotch on the rocks.. and before dinner too. Can you tell?
