When we were bought out by University Hospitals it was a real transition for our small, rural hospital. We were used to getting what supplies we wanted, having good doctors that lived in our community and generally having a good working organization. After the buyout many of the department heads took early retirement and jumped ship. They knew what was going to happen. Corporate medicine is all about numbers and money. We get it, we understand "bottom lines". We just were naive to think we wouldn't change that much. But LPNS were let go, staffing cut short and the "bottom line" became stress and over work on many days. The last straw was getting rid of our old uniforms. Sounds silly to say we were not happy about a scrub change. But now we match the big house up north and if this color and the style is yucky..well, just deal with it. We're not "Greys' Anatomy". Our boss decided to have a mandatory staff meeting on Friday. After a little in service on some new IV tubing, we were introduced to the new music therapist group. In came drums, tambourines, rain sticks, cow bells and a very upbeat young man. He was facing a group of not so happy nurses at 6:30am who were about to bang the drum slowly and be expected to be happy about it. Music does have a way of getting into your soul if you let it. We grabbed our drums and other things and followed his lead;
We played along and soon there was more than drumming going on...there was laughter and participation.
Notice the green scrubs? Music couldn't cure them!
Can you find my BFF, Donna? She was having fun! Can you spot the nurse on her dang phone? She was a traveler that had her last day on Friday. She spent more time on her phone than doing work..but that's another blog for another day. Maybe it was the music therapy, or just plain luck but we had a really good work day after that. Never underestimate the power of music. I don't think the music had much to do with making our weather for the weekend as perfect as it was. But you never know! I got out and started cleaning out the flower beds:
You never know what you'll find hidden in there:
From Halloween perhaps?
Arnie was not a big help.
He spent most of the time looking at the back door hoping to go in for a treat.
Many of my daffodils are springing up! Love them!
Since Church was broadcast from Salt Lake City this weekend we had a brunch type meal this morning before it started on TV at noon. Steak, hashbrowns, french toast anyone? (Good old Ohio maple syrup too!)
Things are still pretty brown in the woods...no leaves yet but it made this guy stand out. His music is also a kind of therapy. Now let's have a good week!