whistle while you work
i realized today that it has become a job but that even when it's simply a matter of going throughout the motions, it's still incredibly rewarding- when i'm not sitting on my shoulders.
i got a hospital call around 11:00 a.m. and i have a meeting to be in at 12:00 so there is an hour to get a case number and finda volunteer to go to the hospital. the case# is needed in order to get the SANE (sexual assault nurse examiner) to go and the girl had just gotten there and the police were coming from another county and in case you don't know- they (and this is a fair generalization of police) will take their time getting to the hospital for a sexual assault. don't they know i have a meeting in an hour (not to mention the fact that it's monday and i have shit to do!) 11:30 rolls around- no case number, girl waiting at hospital, and i'm not done wading through the weekends emails.
sidebar: emilie just sniffed a glue stick<-- and she wonders why she has few childhood memories?!?
meeting starts, and of course the hospital calls with a case# and i can begin the process of calling nurses and advocates. 15 minutes and 5 phone calls produce an advocate to go to the hospital (however, i must meet said volunteer b/w work and hospital to pass along paperwork and clothes for survivor) and then another 8 minutes (but who's counting) produces a nurse. so i've been displaced from the meeting and my already stiffled mood only seems to become less pleasent with the roadtrip to deliver paperwork. i think i would have gone the rest of my day not having thought about it again were it not for the hospital calling me 45 minutes later. the charge nurse thanked me for being so flexible and available (...available?!?)
she explained that things had fallen through, but that the volunteer was great and she appreciated how i had made myself available.
i felt terrible for thinking that this was such a pain in the arse, and that i was, once again, reminded that everything we do, say, are effects others and when you least expect it- it's in a positive way. i just kept thinking that i was there but was i available?
i had put together paperwork for the volunteer to give to the survivor, i put one of these whistles that we have in there with our logo on it- evidently whistles are still a hit at 15, because she appreciated it!
15, waiting at the hospital post sexual assault, and a whistle put her in a better place.
yeah- i put one in every packet today!
i got a hospital call around 11:00 a.m. and i have a meeting to be in at 12:00 so there is an hour to get a case number and finda volunteer to go to the hospital. the case# is needed in order to get the SANE (sexual assault nurse examiner) to go and the girl had just gotten there and the police were coming from another county and in case you don't know- they (and this is a fair generalization of police) will take their time getting to the hospital for a sexual assault. don't they know i have a meeting in an hour (not to mention the fact that it's monday and i have shit to do!) 11:30 rolls around- no case number, girl waiting at hospital, and i'm not done wading through the weekends emails.
sidebar: emilie just sniffed a glue stick<-- and she wonders why she has few childhood memories?!?
meeting starts, and of course the hospital calls with a case# and i can begin the process of calling nurses and advocates. 15 minutes and 5 phone calls produce an advocate to go to the hospital (however, i must meet said volunteer b/w work and hospital to pass along paperwork and clothes for survivor) and then another 8 minutes (but who's counting) produces a nurse. so i've been displaced from the meeting and my already stiffled mood only seems to become less pleasent with the roadtrip to deliver paperwork. i think i would have gone the rest of my day not having thought about it again were it not for the hospital calling me 45 minutes later. the charge nurse thanked me for being so flexible and available (...available?!?)
she explained that things had fallen through, but that the volunteer was great and she appreciated how i had made myself available.
i felt terrible for thinking that this was such a pain in the arse, and that i was, once again, reminded that everything we do, say, are effects others and when you least expect it- it's in a positive way. i just kept thinking that i was there but was i available?
i had put together paperwork for the volunteer to give to the survivor, i put one of these whistles that we have in there with our logo on it- evidently whistles are still a hit at 15, because she appreciated it!
15, waiting at the hospital post sexual assault, and a whistle put her in a better place.
yeah- i put one in every packet today!
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