Yesterday I was in the Cath Lab as part of my orientation. Towards the end of the day we had this women in her sixties come in. I don't know if it was the medication she'd been given for her anxiety before the procedure, but she had quite a story. She proceeded to tell me (and the other nurse in the room) how she smokes pot. She said that when she was admitted to the hospital she had her pot in a baggie under her sports bra (to keep it safe, obviously). However, she wasn't sure what had happened to her clothes and was worried her pot would be found and she'd be arrested. She asked us if we knew where her clothes had been taken and wondered if when we found her clothes if we could help roll out her pot for her because she had carpal tunnel and a wrist brace. Oh, and she also let us now what the going rate was for marijuana (well, in her county, that is). Then the doctor came in and the procedure started.
I know she was transferred from another hospital, so I haven't found her clothes...yet.
Friday, May 16, 2008
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Haaaaaa Kate...
I bet you had no idea that rolling pot was part of your job description! You should have found that sports bra, sold the pot and used the money to help pay off your student loans. Too bad you can't find her clothes.
The good thing about this could have been how experienced you are in rolling pot. You wouldn't have needed instructions or anything. Also, it could have been a nice walk down memory lane.
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