The holidays seem to be a time where everything overlaps. AHHH. I would love to just have a low key couple of weeks but someone killed my work week. (AHEM, I make my own schedule so what was I thinking?!) I took an extra shift on Wed. night to run the code purple drill. Our emergency guy spent 1.5 years coordinating this drill and needed people. I love a good drill so I said I could do it. We all assembled at 8PM in the vacated CNC building for instructions and assignments. I wanted to be a hostage until it came time. They asked for ten volunteers and about 20 people raised their hands. Hospital workers are weird! The hostages were taken out for instruction and the rest of the assignments were made. I chose to be a patient but in retrospect I should have been a visitor or care provider.
We got wanded to make sure we didn't have any weapons and then were told to find a place that we might be when an event happened. I went into a room and sat on the table. Did exactly what one would do and scoped out the room, discovered I had a locking door and then went to the bathroom so I wouldn't pee myself during the exercise. It takes a long time to "wand" 100 people so I decided to hang out in the hall chatting. A cute nurse from internal and I started talking and she decided she would just come in my room when the drill started. 9:03, a guy walked in and started yelling profanities asking for Dr. Walker saying he was going to kill him. I am apparently a total chicken because my RN friend wanted to watch what was going on and I said, NO get out, hide out, take out!!!! We are hiding. I know, I'm a total procedures geek. I can also tell you what RACE and PASS stand for.
I shut off the lights, locked the door and pulled a scanner to hide behind. Definitely the adrenaline was pumping, they had air soft guns and were using simulated gun shots. That guy was scary as hell! I've never heard more F-bombs in my whole life. He did try to get in our room but couldn't. This was not an exercise for the weak of heart or innocent vocabulary. Then it got boring. The cops raced up and we saw that from the window, we heard helicopters hovering and then silence. Complete silence. That was kind of weird. What was going on? Should we open the door? Finally, the RN decided to look outside because help out is that last part of a code and we needed to see if anyone was dead or injured outside the door. Nothing- no one-eerily quiet. So we waited and listened and debated what to do next. In a real situation we would have just waited for the police to find us, but we kind of didn't want to get left there and miss the debrief. I told her that since five of my co-workers were there someone should notice we were missing. She said good, because she was the only one there from her area so one would notice if she was missing. It reminded me of the time when we were kids playing kick the can and Brandon Monson didn't get found. He was hiding forever and finally came out after the game had ended and everyone had gone home.
Finally we decided to open the door. Just as SWAT was clearing the area. Nothing like opening a door to find someone in the hall with a rifle and full gear looking around. We knew better than to startle them so we had opened the door slowly, stayed low and kept our hands visible. They yelled at us to go back in. We did and I hid again, I didn't want them busting open the door and killing me. Then we heard someone say this floor has been swept and is clear. UM no, what about us? Then someone said, "there is a girl in that room" We waited and waited and they finally pounded on the door and yelled to open up, police. Then I though, how do we know they are police? What if the guy had broken free, killed everyone and came back to kill us? OK too many horror movies. My new friend opened the door and they yelled at us to get down with our hands up. We did. Then we had to lace our fingers behind our heads and get up. Finally they told us to go. We had to walk past 25 guys in full gear all pointing their rifles at us. We were sent back down to debriefing where all my co-workers were waiting with coffee, hot chocolate and treats. Our CNO was shot in the head and dead. Sad, I kind of like her.
I kind of wish I had decided to be a visitor in the hall because then I could have seen what was going on. But I learned a few things. It was fun though and worth working an extra 6 hrs this week. Then I realized I also had myself scheduled all weekend. Picking up a teaching shift on Sat and doing lactation on Sunday. Being exempt has its pros and cons.
So after my hectic day on Wed I had three parties on Thursday. I managed to make two of them. First was the afterschool care/daycare Christmas Program. They are so awesome. All the classes learned a song and dance. The babies were darling singing "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" Really, no singing occurred but it was cute. Keegan being a school ager was the last group but it was worth the wait. He starred as the cactus in "The Grumpy Santa Claus" He had no lines but was the best cactus ever!
Then I made it to the Ugly Sweater Girl Scout Leader Party. I was kind of feeling Bah Humbugish about the sweater. I went to the thrift store and didn't really find anything ugly enough. Then I got a brilliant idea. I found this bulky shapeless red sweater with a pocket. I found some little stockings with dogs on them and sewed them to the boobs of the sweater. It turned out hideously blingy. If I'd had time I would have gotten some garland or lights to put around the collar. Totally won the contest. Several of my fellow leaders are in the medical profession so we spent the party talking about things like pertussis, HPV and sexually active teens but hey, it was fun.
Hoping for some time to finish getting ready for Christmas so that when Meg gets here we can just play.