is the people around you. Your co-workers make the difference when you're there for 8 or 12 hours.
Last night, I worked with Maria and Bindu, and we were ok.
It's nights when I have to work with A. (YOU DON'T LISTEN!) or P. my charge (HAVE SOME COMMON SENSE!) or M. (YOU'RE EITHER A BITCH, OR A DUMBASS, WHICH IS IT?) (this is the same M. that said "Who's that slut?!" in the parking lot when I was approaching, because I had taken my bun down, and let my hair down, because it was cold and my neck and ears were cold.
From one night to the next, it's like a whole different hospital.
The weird thing is that my patients are really jacked up, but stable, and when other nurses get them, they become unstable, or highly agitated, like when A. gets them, they almost always need restraints, or sedation.
I was off for one night, and the patient that had been awake and talking went down to CT and coded while there...they're really messed up now, and I'm guessing since I'm off for three days, that she'll be gone when I get back.
I'm studying as much as I can before September. I really want to be ready.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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...And you know, I kinda live for the day when someone says, "Hey, who's that slut?" when I come-a-walkin' :)
(Just kidding.. sort of. :)
-Le Mous
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