The Evil Sock of Doom

I have a pair of "kiss my ass" Happy Bunny socks that I love. They were purchased to wear on those stressed to above the eyeballs overtired crabby-ass bitch on wheels days. Well, I wore them work on one of those days and had the shift from hell. Admissions all night, people crashing, confused patients crawling out of bed all night--the works. OK, so it was a bad night.

A few weeks later I wear them again because I do think they are terribly cute, and the same type of night occurs. The six times I wore them to work were each crazed, hectic stress filled nights, so I decided it was the socks. Yes, I know its not REALLY the socks, but its fun to have a scapegoat--makes the night a little more palatable.

Last night I thought I would thwart the cure of the socks and only wear one happy bunny sock. I paired the lone Happy Bunny sock with a brightly coloured orange-yellow sock with bright pink flowers covering the entire sock. The socks were complemented with black scrub pants, a black scrub top printed with brightly coloured psychedelically painted VW Beetles, and emerald green clogs. Well, the power of the sock being what it is, the night rapidly went to hell in a handbasket, with people on the call bell every 3.5 seconds, a veritable c-dif poop-fest in every other room, and an alcohol detox case that was a royal pain. We only had one aide (floated down from another floor and we were VERY glad to have her) and plenty of total care patients. The fun and happily stress relieving part of the night came when I told my co-workers about the evil socks of doom, aka the kiss my ass bunny socks pictured above. The lone sock was promptly dubbed "The Evil Sock of Doom" . Wearing that sock when working with a certain nurse who claims she has a perpetual grey cloud over her head (in other words, she's calling herself a shit-magnet) was probably not a great idea. It was great fun to slip off my clog and "threaten" her however: "Share the med cart m'dear or I'll have to point the evil sock of doom in your general direction". (This uttered whilst slipping my foot out of my clog and pointing my toes at my grey-clouded friend.) By the time morning finally came, we were all giggling like fools while working like maniacs to finish the end of shift rush, with plenty of bantering about that "damned evil sock of doom". I'll have to try the single sock of doom experiment again--preferably when a different shit magnet nurse is on duty.