I'm starting this post without a title mostly because I'm in for about 15 minutes of ramble. Lately what has been on my mind is how stressed out I am about work and how I really need a bunch of time off and how impossible it would be to get it. I try to think of the hundred other things I'd rather be doing than emptying out someone's toilet and how absolutely soul killing it has been watching people die etc. I do my best by my patients and it irks me when I get shit from the charge nurse because of a petty complaint or the family just has no where else to vent their grief stress and feelings of powerlessness so I am the safest place to dump their disappointments. Yes, I am conscious of all that crap but... But.. It still rankles and hurts. I am a person and bleed like everyone else. I work steadily all day without break, without time to actually sit down and take a fricking breath and the bells ring and the requests pour forth and I am almost like a little Dutch boy sticking my finger in the crack of an overwelming bottomless dam of need. So when a family member is very critical because, oh, there isn't ice water, or when we were transferring their loved one back to bed at their request (after just getting them out of bed, grrr), the patient's feet started to slide on the floor and luckily we got him in the bed okay but his lines were pulling so we had to disconnect them for 10 seconds and reconnect them after distangling them--and we did not have our gloves on but we were VERY CAREFUL and could not get gloves because we were trapped between the patient, the iv lines and the wall and the chair (our rooms are very very small). So PaRDONNe et moi. And another thing: If you keep offering help and we finally say okay, here is how you can help. DO NOT BITCh about having to help later to my boss, just get the hell out of the room and out of our way so we can do our job as there is not much room to manuver in the first place.
As you can see, I am reliving stress and pissedoffedness.
I have to find a better way to do this as my dh is currently not working (his whole travel thing is not working out very well). Someone has to bring home the bacon.
There, I've named it and with two minutes to spare.
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