A little on the darker side.

You know that whole everything in pairs thing that Noah had going on with the Ark? I don't know if 2 by 2 was just an old testament thing, or if God decided that more was better, too, but things most certainly do not go in twos any more.

They always come in threes.

We always end up with three feeding tubes at the same time, or three in a row. Or people with C-paps, or ostomies, or dialysis patients, or...well, you get the idea.

So yesterday, when we had two DNR patients die somewhat unexpectedly, we spent the rest of the night on pins and needles, wondering who the third was going to be. But it looks like we'll spend the next few days still wondering, because it didn't happen by 0704 when we all clocked out.

I guess it's a different kind of death watch, really. We're not parked outside the door we think it is, but we all jump to look at the monitor a little quicker when it alarms and make sure we know our patients' code status.

Sigh.

High on the list of things you don't expect when you're in nursing school.