i thought i would try out a new little series around here, to quickly share more of my nursing journey. i present to you: the good, the bad, and the ugly, from the days of a bedside nurse...
+ new scrubs from a patient
+ chips and salsa from a patient
+ food and treats and dinner in general from patients or management or coworkers or nurse's appreciation or heck the food i brought in my lunch box. just food, food is good
+ patients who make a point to tell you thank you for being their nurse today and that they appreciate what you do for them every. single. shift.
+ hearing you are someone's favorite nurse, or just voicing their gladness when they find out they are on your assignment for the day
+ group texts between coworkers from our manager discussing business, that turn to expressing love and appreciation for each other's hard work in our time of short-staffing. especially when one such coworker announces she is at home very drunk and her texts proceed to get more and more loving and before you know it the entire group chat is sharing memes and heart drawings. priceless
+ a patient i've never cared for, who sat next to mr. angrypants in the dining room, reaching over and saying on my behalf, 'she is doing the best she can!' god bless that man. i wanted to shrink up behind him, hide my face in his skirts, and nod my head furiously. realistically i wanted to reach out and just show my appreciation with those little pats of acknowledgement we do, but i didn't want it to piss off this angry hornet of a man in front of me, so i silently slithered off (but found this man in the hall later and thanked him)
+ (cont. from above) being berated by a patient, publicly in the middle of the dining room, for so rudely interrupting his meal to bring him insulin, for god's sake can't i just leave him alone (no, actually) and as i apologized for not being able to always keep everyone's ~ideal~ timing of meds due to my patient volume (while also trying to explain he must be eating before receiving insulin and he HAD been scheduled to be a room tray...), being told i am actually not sorry. well i was, but you might be right, now. sorry for showing up today perhaps, or for selecting this career, something along those lines
+ the facility being completely bone dry in the way of alcohol or alcohol swabs (rubbing alcohol, ok) and making an out of pocket pharmacy run at 2130 in order to help out the night shift, therefore not leaving the wretched building until nearly 2200, or 3 hours later than scheduled
+ being told to go home after fighting the 45 minute traffic battle because we are 'over-staffed' (WHEN ARE NURSES REALLY, TRULY OVER-STAFFED, I ASK YOU)
+ being told to come in on your requested time-off day. like, on your son's 1st birthday (no, i did not go in, and no, i did not get in trouble, but... still)
+ being told to leave, then being told on your way to clock out you are NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE, and then being told no don't take any patients just sit at the desk for 12 hours and answer phones and do any of the other nurses' bidding to 'help them out' (allow them to take multiple smoke breaks as you work through your lunch break)
+ sticking fingers up butts to dislodge poop. yup
+ absent-mindedly reaching to straighten someone's sheets for them as you chit chat, finding the sheets are wet, which is all at once met with the realization you do not have gloves on. 'why are these wet' you think, but oh god you already know why, and you try to keep the pained expression off your face as you silently die 6 times in your now desperate attempt to stop the conversation and get to the sink to wash up
+ your sweetest patients passing away. it never gets easier