Morning everyone, hope you've had a good couple of days and you had a very nice Valentine's Day with your sweeties, my son brought me a box of chocolates and smothered me with kisses before I went to work last night and I'll be seeing my "male friend" today so he better be smothering me with some kisses too, diamonds are always appreciated too
but anyway I really came here to vent nothing more I just can't really talk to my local live friends about my problems sometimes because the ones that aren't nurses and the like don't understand and the ones that are, I don't know, I guess more than anything I don't want to create any problems at work getting people pitted against each other so I'm hoping y'all will just listen to me and tell me if I'm crazy or at least in some way half sane (lol) ok here goes, the night before last I went to work (float pool lvn btw) and I was told I would be working on a particular med/surg unit, so I go there, and they tell me I'm going to another one, so I go there, then I get told I'm yet to be sent to another unit (cardiac care) not CCU but a type of step-down thing, so I think ooooooook cardiology is definately not one of my strong sides but hey how bad could it be....... well i found out... I was told I would be "teching" and I thought cool (as long as I'm getting paid I'll mop floors and scrub toilets if you want me to) so as the charge nurse is making the assignments she tells me, you will be teching for "nancy" and when you get time do meds, and I politely but jokingly said that with 11 patients to tech for, I didn't know how much time I would have to do meds... no problem we hit the floor I finally find the day shift tech to get a report from and start doing vitals, refilling ice pitchers, usual stuff. In the midst of all this stuff (which doesn't sound like alot but 5 of these patients were post cath procedures and needed the frequent v/s, and that alone was keeping me busy, then I had my fingersticks to do on 4) well anyway, it's getting pretty close to 9pm and I'm finishing up fingersticks and doing all the things that you really can't exactly say what you were doing but dangit you were busy, well "nancy" is sitting up the desk talking to a dr.'s son who's about 14 about his plans to follow in his father's footsteps, and I'm walking to a room where I have to give a patient a full shower (poop accident that mere cleaning wouldn't touch) and this is about 9:30 when I finish that then I'm back to them frequent v/s and nancy says to me "angela since all you're doing is teching you can start the meds, I'm thinking (not verbalizing) wtf (bad abbreviation sorry) "all i'm doing" and here I go, starting the 9pm meds when it's pretty damn close to 10:15 by this point, so I start them, finish them at 11:45, all the while being told to take so and so a coke and ice, ice water, so and so wants to go to the bathroom, etc. anyway I finish the meds, I'm not happy to say the least, I tell the charge nurse I'm going to smoke, 5 minutes later, I'm back, doing the things I have to do, midnight vitals, all the usual stuff, and low and behold I get an admission, have to prepare that room, get that patient's v/s, weight, start the paperwork. well i think i'm running out of room so i'll speed this up
Finally at 2:30 I'm all shaky because I haven't eaten since the night before, and I ask if i can take my lunch break and I get informed I can't take my break until the other LVN working comes back (which tells me they want a freaking LVN there in case somebody needs to pee!) so I wait until 3:30 (yeah she took a 1 hour lunch break) and I go to the conference room, scarf down my sandwich, and head downstairs to smoke, about 15 minutes later I'm back and I'm informed that when I leave the unit I need to inform the charge nurse (is telling them you're taking your lunch break and walking off the unit not enough notice?) so it's like oooooooook, I then start all the 4am v/s, I&O's, picking up trash, refilling ice water, then I think omg I haven't pee'd since I got here, run to the bathroom (get accused of going to smoke without persmission), then thank God it's time to go home, woohooo, I come home sleep and pray to God that I don't have to go back there again, guess where I was last night???? But it wasn't near as bad, different charge nurse, nicer nurse that I worked with, anyway just wanted to vent
thanks for listening, please respond and tell me if I'm crazy for feeling the way I did.