Now if I could just pull that magic wand out of my ass

the world would be a better place.

Usually I talk about my work crap over on First Do No Harm, but I am too tired to go over there at the moment, so you all are going to have to bear with me.

This is the first full week I am doing three nights in a row. Last night was not picnic-y.
We started off busy and just proceeded to get even busier. In the midst of the busy beginning of the shift, attempting to get report from the tired day shifters wanting to go home, and deal with the supposedly not breathing patients (if you can holler NURSE! then you are breathing, trust me), the old ladies who either want a bed pan or MISSED the bedpan, and the confused little old men who sit up in the bed, and scream they are falling out of it... well, you get the picture
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In the center of this storm, the phone rings. Family, for one of our sicker denizens of the ICU. Lady has multiple problems, diabetes, a stroke, and chronic pain issues being the ones we are dealing with. Said genius family member proceeds to ask me 100000000000000000 questions regarding her condition. I always ask them when they had their last update. She says "this afternoon from T".
Okay. So, she expected, in a matter of ONE AFTERNOON, that somehow, the staff at my little ICU all got together and collectively healed the Diabetes, the Stroke, and the od on pain meds? WTF? If we could do that, we would all be millionaires!
The phone conversation just got even more ridiculous from there, and covered everything from death, to when they could call tomorrow. I told them anytime before 7 pm, of course.
Okay, going to bed now Maybe, if I wish real hard, that magic wand will fall out, and tonight the ICU will be much more happy.