What chaps my ass is that I have an ACLS card. That stands for Advanced Cardiac Life Support. This is a step up from a regular CPR card. It involves the drugs, the crash cart, the monitor, and basically everything a regular CPR card covers you for, and THEN some. One would think that an ACLS card would encompass those requirements.
But NOOOOOOOO....I have to hunt all over Bumblefuckity Texas to find a CPR class. Not just ANY class either, but one that is affiliated with the American Heart Association. AND it has to be specific for healthcare providers.
So I can either A: wait until next monday for the free class that is being taught at the hospital. I have a bastard of a chest cold right now and could use a week off. Or B: find a class that is being taught sometime this week, and most likely pay out of the ass to attend.
I have no idea why I opted for B. Now, I get to drive to the North side of Houston to take a stupid class, for $50 I might add, just so I can work on the floor tomorrow night. I mean the other night when poor Maria was turning black from lack of oxygen, should I have thrown my hands up in the air and said, "My CPR card is expired! Cant touch her!" Shit. I hate politics.
In the mean time, I have signed up to become an instructor, so other nurses dont have to go through this bullshit.
(And by the way, I KNOW I should have been on top of this BEFORE the card expired)
Ahhhhh.....I feel MUCH better now that I have gotten that off my chest. No pun intended ;)
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