Great that this is early!!! :woot:
I have learned that my street cred status as a ER nurse has been upped a bit; most people think that I am nice; however, I KNOW I can verbally slay someone, and I had the fortunate chance to slay a senior resident who was making "our" patient who I suspected was a Munchausen's by proxy more anxious, and was interfering on a rapport I built up for almost 7 hours so that diagnostic labs could be sent-this pt was terrified of needles, been in and out of ERs and mom was relishing the story and the attention.
I asked several times pretty nicely that when they were done, I needed privacy-my pt was hiding underneath blanket at this point (pt hid from me for a half an hour not trying to pee for me because after the pee, guess what-we need the blood!) and they were standing around! I politely pulled the curtain to give my pt privacy; afterwards, this resident thought they had the right to dress me down for my rudeness and inappropriateness, then the tables turned...I put the team on notice that they missed a salient assessment because they failed to at least collaborate with nursing (ME), wasn't allowing pt's right to privacy AND instead of collaborating with nursing on some very important information, they risked compromising information-diagnostic information that they needed-I even stated that the resident felt butthurt (yes I said that :bag:) for failing to communicate with someone who spent SEVEN hours with this pt vs the physician who barely spent 15 minutes with the pt, almost compromising the ability for me to get information in order for them to do their job right-no yelling, more direct and a lot of 'I'm advocating for the patient' stump speech. I did walk off afterwards, wooshah-no tears for this nurse :nono: and my charge nurse backed me up and the ER doc came to me and told me that she vouched for me-then it got around to the rest of the unit...I think a team LadyFree has been formed-if they thought I was "nice"...they at least know what my mouth can do!
I also learned:
Playing in a ripped up street can deglove a finger to the bone and have a burly 11 year old cursing like a sailor and then after morphine agree to giving me his college jersey after his first sack all in a cotton-mouth accent can be the funniest and interesting night after being on a 11 day hiatus.
I also learned being excited for three days off after returning from 11 days off is not necessarily a bad thing.
And sometimes logging in the website is worth it...I gained new friends-I wasn't ignoring you-I promise!-and I got to spice up my post more.
Thanks for letting me rant-best way to learn and grow!