Also thankfully my sister and her family are an hour away now. I can't help but feel scared worried and helpless.
Personally I think she should hop on a plane and fly back to Montana for awhile until things start to calm down. I can't imagine being over there right now with my kids.
I just don't understand the violence. The anger. The hatred.
So anyway I learned most of the crazy stuff at work today. I had a few things to do before I could leave for the day including what we call terminally cleaning some of the operating rooms because housekeeping was short of help.
Another co worker and I got to work. I put on Carly Rae Jepson's Call Me Maybe for a little distraction and was just getting into wiping down the walls when I started getting sprayed with foam and water.
I yelled "What the hell"? threw down the wall cleaner and ran from the room. Sarah, another co worker took one look at me and said "We have to call for help" She ran off and I continued to stand there in shock for a couple more seconds.
Apparently as I was wiping the wall down I hit the wall sprinkler just right and set it off. I ran to check the other rooms to make sure it wasn't going off in every room.
Nope just mine. Great.
At this point no one was really sure what had happened and from the look of me, they thought there was an explosion of some sort. I was covered in black sooty looking stuff and very wet. The sprinkler continued to GUSH water and fire retardant.
They finally figured out there was no fire and turned off the fire alarms and got facility services over. By the time they got the water shut off the water in the operating room was over ankle deep and flowing out into the hallways. We had shoved blankets up under the doors to slow the water so that helped.
What a mess! I felt awful.
Someone later told me the black stuff I was covered in was from when they cut the pipes originally.
We had to inventory and toss all the sterile supplies that had been in the room as they could no longer be considered sterile. The OR will be out of commission for about a week. Pretty sure there were a few computers that got smoked.
The best part. My co workers knew I already having a bad day because of the whole Tunisia thing and despite making them all stay longer than we would have had to, I was bought lunch and given lots of hugs and love.
The good news was we now know what happens when those go off and nearly everything that was lost will be covered by insurance, and no one was hurt.