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There’s another RT at my hospital who is known for being lazy and leaving the workload on other coworkers. He will do everything he can to get out of a treatment. Sometimes that means asking the docs to space the pt from q2 to q4 or to q6 even when the pt really needs tx that frequently. And he will ignore tx that are due and let everyone else take them on.
Well I’ve caught him lying about doing a treatment on an asthmatic who really needed their treatments, I couldnt exactly prove it but I was on rounds with the doctors at the time the tx was due and he never showed up to that room but said he did it. Another trusted coworker said he’s done that a few times and that he’s been talked to about his laziness before and nothing changes because we’re union I guess. Well the last week we were working together on the floors and we both walked into two rooms to do an aerosol treatment in the same hallway at the same time. I got my pt set up with their tx then went to chart and when I opened the computer I saw he charted the pts treatment was done 2 min after walking in. Then I see him out of the door in the hallway again. He was in there for 2, no more than 3 min but charted that he gave the treatment. I feel like I should report him but I’m worried it will come back and bite me in the ass since this has been an issue for his 20yr of working here. At the same time I feel like he needs to be held accountable. What should I do?

We got our Pitt mix rescue last year. He’s about 4 years old now according to the shelters estimate. He was found tied up at a bus stop and was at the shelter for a little over a month before we adopted him.

He seemed to have loved us immediately. The first day we brought him home he was snuggling close. Within a week he was putting his face in our face and seemed like he loved and trusted us. But we couldn’t ever get him to play. We could get him to roughhouse occasionally a little bit if we got him going but he didn’t ever play with toys and didn’t want to chase any balls or anything. We tried a bunch of different toys and balls too but he didn’t care for any of them.

Tonight my husband and our kids were playing catch in the living room and our dog got up and started looking interested in the ball. So we got one of his squeaky ones that he never cared for and he started playing with it! He was playing fetch with all of us for like 10 min. Everyone was so happy!

Idk if he’s still just learning to be safe or what but I hope this means he feels truly safe with us now.
Anyway, I just wanted to share something nice 🩷

My (30f) husband (34m) and I have two boys. They’re 6 and 8. I have always wanted three kids. My whole life I have always pictured myself having three. My husband has only ever wanted 2. It was a hot topic of ours for years. I wanted another one so bad and he said absolutely not. About a year ago I had finally come to terms with only having my boys. And I was fine with it. I felt at peace with that decision. I felt like my family felt whole and it was okay to be done having more.

Well how he’s talking about having another one. I shocked the hell out of me to say the least. At first I was like absolutely not. But the more I think about it the more I almost grieve that life I pictured for myself. But we’re so far out of the baby years do I really want to go through all of that again?

I had rough pregnancies but I feel like I could get past that. It’s not that long. And then for the postpartum period, the first time I had ppd. But the second time I have a baby and a 1 yr old. And my husbands mom passed away 6 weeks after our 6 yr old was born and my husbands 15yr old troubled brother moved in with us and then two months later Covid happened. So I think those were all extenuating circumstances regarding the baby years for us. So I’m thinking it might be much better this time. But maybe not?

Idk tell me about going from 2 to 3 kids especially if your kids age gap is around 5-10yr apart please! Along with any other advice you can think of that’s worth sharing!

My (30f) husband (34m) and I have two boys. They’re 6 and just turned 8. I have always wanted three kids. My whole life I have always pictured myself having three. My husband has only ever wanted 2. It was a hot topic of ours for years. I wanted another one so bad and he said absolutely not. About a year ago I had finally come to terms with only having my boys. And I was fine with it. I felt at peace with that decision. I felt like my family felt whole and it was okay to be done having more.

Well how he’s talking about having another one. I shocked the hell out of me to say the least. At first I was like absolutely not. But the more I think about it the more I almost grieve that life I pictured for myself. But we’re so far out of the baby years do I really want to go through all of that again?

I had rough pregnancies but I feel like I could get past that. It’s not that long. And then for the postpartum period, the first time I had ppd. But the second time I have a baby and a 1 yr old. And my husbands mom passed away 6 weeks after our 6 yr old was born and my husbands 15yr old troubled brother moved in with us and then two months later Covid happened. So I think those were all extenuating circumstances regarding the baby years for us. So I’m thinking it might be much better this time. But maybe not?

Idk tell me about going from 2 to 3 kids especially if your kids age gap is around 5-10yr apart please! Along with any other advice you can think of that’s worth sharing!

My (30F) husband (34M) and I have been together for 13 years. I work 12hr overnights (7pm-7:30am). I started this past July, so almost a year now. There isn’t a dayshift position available but even if there was, I wouldn’t actually want to take it. The dayshifters kind of suck. They are really rude and they bully people. I’ve picked up a few days on dayshift and it’s just not for me.

But today my husband said he feels like we’re like roommates and it’s breaking my heart. He said we’re not spontaneous anymore and he feels like there’s distance between us. He spends a lot of time in his “man cave” (a spare room where he might watch tv or play on his PC - he’s not that person that puts gaming above his family) because he feels this distance.

I don’t know how to fix it. I try to be close to him. It’s been a while since we went on a date so last weekend I said I wanted to go out. We went to dinner and an arcade afterward. And a few days ago before work I sat on his lap for 45min before work just talking and I told him I wanted attention.

I don’t want this to break us. We’ve had a few rough patches before where we were like roommates, and it took a lot of work to come back from that. But I’m gone 3 nights a week and it’s harder to spend time together without the kids.

I’m 30F and I’ve had BED since I was in 8th grade. We all know the cycle, restrict, binge, feel shame, say fuck it and stop restricting or binging, relapse, restrict etc.

I’m seeing a dietician for the first time and I’m not sure what I expected but the appointments are more like therapy appointments for it and I wasn’t expecting that. She said that she doesn’t normally have her patients track calories at all but I wasn’t comfortable with that because I’m trying to lose weight and I’m so afraid of gaining anymore. I won’t list numbers because the specific numbers don’t matter, but She said that when I’m not binging, but not even really restricting, that I’m not eating enough. She wants me to eat quite a bit more.

She said my metabolism is so slow because when I’m not binging (and I haven’t in about 2 months now) I’m not eating enough to fuel my body. It sort of makes sense to me. But I have such a bad mental block when I try to eat more. And this is even when I’m trying to eat more “healthy” or “balanced meals.” It just feels wrong and I know that it’s wrong that it feels wrong. And it makes me nauseous when I try to eat more and get past this feeling.

I’m trying hard to have sweets and things in moderation and not think it’s “bad” to have sweets when I do, and I think I’ve been doing really well. I have resisted the urge to binge a few times in these 2 months and those moments were so incredibly difficult, and I’m so proud of myself. Lately I’m feeling satisfied with a few cookies instead of the whole sleeve with a family sized bag of chips.

Upon some research I’m seeing that for ED recovery it really is not tracking calories and healing your relationship with food but it’s so scary. I’ve never considered that it would be a whole recovery process to work through this. I’ve been told my whole life that I need to eat less and that it’s all about will power. Reading some of the posts here for the first time tonight and I’m realizing that it is a whole recovery journey and I want to heal but I’m also terrified of the work.

I don’t really know what I need from this post right now but any thoughts or advice would be appreciated.