day one

was as expected..the night nurse was so far behind we didn't get report for thirty minutes which left me already behind a stiff heavy med pass on my first day. i felt bad for her since she was getting her ass chewed up one side and down the error by one of the old school nurses who felt it was her only concern to nitpick. i guess that old school nurse has forgotten what it's like to be a floor nurse and prefers to hide behind a desk with paperwork. she's forgotten the troubles of being on the front line. that's fine i'd much rather be on the front line. but hey lady if your ass is going to be sitting behind a desk all day don't give me the cell phone to answer while i'm holding morphine sulfate in my hand.

i'm pleased to know that at 38 years old i've really grown into myself, i do not really know any more about nursing that i did when i was 28, but the life experience has provided a confidence that simply won't take shit from others. if the old school nurse could ask a question without adding "you haven't bothered to do this yet have you" the day would run smoother. nurses need to work as a team, we are already up against nearly insurmountable conditions.

but i did it and i did not go home feeling deflated or emotionally abused. i feel ready to meet her head on again today.

they stuck me on the crappy hallway, i knew they would. census 19 of some pretty involved cases. three labs, one xray, doc order changes, a new admit. wound care, jevity feeding x 2, an incident report and i caught a pretty hairy med error that was incorrectly transcribed and has been going on for two weeks. hey old school nurse with your ass sitting how did you not catch that since you are so by the book?

back again today. glad i work two days a week. met with two hospice nurses who practically guaranteed me jobs on the spot. i'm torn between trying to get in to labor and delivery and going to hospice. hospice thrives on team work and you leave the day feeling like you really made a difference.