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time flies....


Tempus fugit.  As a little girl I wanted to become a nurse because I can choose to work at night and sleep during the daytime; but I don’t want to wear the white uniform…arghh that is not so comfy I thought. So instead I thought I wanted to work in a bank because I can finish at 3pm.

After college, I worked for a bank. I was disappointed, afterall, I cannot leave the office at exactly 3pm and now I am sticking to my nursing career.

Time flies. Really.

Anyways, Sharon’s access is not working. For it to work I needed to administer a de-clotting agent which will entail pausing her treatment for an hour. Explained to her that we will resume treatment after an hour.

Time flies.

I almost forgot Sharon, one hour went by unnoticed. I resumed her treatment but she was not happy to be running the full treatment after she lost an hour of it. Taking into consideration the weight she gained, I conjectured it will be okay to run her for 3 hours but I explained to her that it is best to run the full 4 hours for her benefit. She declined.

Time flies. It’s 10am.

I started returning Sharon’s blood and taking her off. She didn’t noticed she was in my chair for 5 hours now.

Time flies without any complain.

G

 

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