It's been a while, hasn't it.
Six months of summer, eh, Tweety? (Don't talk to us Texans about "brutal summers!")
Know what you mean though.
I got out of my telemetry internship--couldn't bring myself to stoop to the low quality of nursing that my coaches were demonstrating. Can you imaging reusing
an IV cannula that had been laying on the bedside stand for five minutes? When I said, you can't do that, she said, but it's just his germs.... OOOOKKKKAAAAAYYYYYY......
The next coach lost me when she was showing me how to be faster at doing an intake. Her short cut was that she didn't look at or touch the patient. The lady in question was a long time diabetic whose eyesight was shot--her pupils were blown to about 8 mm and didn't react to light. My coach speedily entered that her pupils were 3 mm and reacted briskly.
Another one showed me how to take less time to feed a patient, a man whose edema was so bad his arms were swollen in extended position and he could not bend his elbows enough to eat--don't even talk about his poor fingers. Her time saving method was to shove more food before the last large mouthful was gone. She got it into him in five minutes though.... compared to my 20.
Clearly, telemetry is not for me. In fact, my husband already has my instructions. If I have to be in that hospital on that floor, just give me a gun and be done with it.
Oh, and this is a good one, when I left there, I was told by the director of the education department and my unit manager that I didn't have enough clinical skills and that seasoned nurses didn't like to be told things by new nurses. And this is a magnet hospital. I won't say all the nurses were this way, just the ones assigned to coach me. The others I don't know about. (Except one--when he was charge, he gave me two patients "to watch for 30 minutes." Except my relief never showed up. The report I got? "That one just got his pain med and this one is walking with the OT." That was the report on which I based my care of those two patients for over 4 hours. Cardiac patients. On a telemetry unit.)
Needless to say, the bloom is off the rose, the honeymoon is over, and I am seeing more reality. It really is about the dollar for them, isn't it? And we wonder why there is no appreciation for "heart" in nursing anymore, but then we import nurses who, let's face it, aren't coming to the US so they can "minister to the poor and miserable," they are coming for what my parents' generation used to call "the almightly dollar." No wonder shoving food into a sick man's mouth is seen as efficient nursing care.
Not for me.
Now I'm working psych, which is much more in keeping with my training and experience. But that's got its own worms too, doesn't it.
Might just have to go back to doing counseling and psychotherapy. Trouble is, I love nursing and my patients. I just have to figure out how to overlook the stuff that makes one's stomach turn.
Currently in the middle of a 2-1/2 week run with no days off, covering for a girl who decided to take 10 days to collect her child from the grandparents' house, and "since I haven't been back in a year and a half" expected others to cover for her. OK, no problem, it will be very hard, but I can use the money. To which she responded that gee she was going to have some short checks and could she work some of my shifts after she got back? (No! I should have short checks so she can make up for when she went on vacation? Reminds me of a Dr. Seuss story. Maybe "Horton Hears a Who.")
Okay, enough for now. Good to be back and to see so many familiar names. (I was gonna say, faces, but no, that's not it. LOL)