Burnt

I am burnt out.

My tolerance for whiners and drug seekers is non existent.

My ability to diplomatically deal with family members who make demands I cannot fulfill is at a very low level.

I am tired of looking at non existent rashes, bruises, areas that just hurt or itch, and folk's butts.  If I never see an old man's butt again it will be too soon.  Especially a man who has nothing wrong with his butt.  I won't go into groin rashes.

Taking on the responsibility of management without being management and with no training is doing me in.

How many more days can I walk through the door to be blamed for tasks not completed by the med tech CNAs?  I have no real authority over them.  I cannot write them up or assign them to re-education.  I might as well be talking to my dog for as much good as it does. (At least my dog loves me and knows where his food comes from.)

The only thing I take comfort from is the fact that there are no more missing pills from the med carts.  The right people are getting the right meds at the right time.

I am not looking forward to tomorrow.  Not at all.  My 2 days off were not enough.

That's my whining for the week.

Oh The Drama!

Working in medicine is inherently dramatic.

That is not the drama I am talking about.

I'm talking the I work with undereducated 20-somethings drama.

Made up drama.

Stupid things that should be simple to solve...yet, they are not simple.

The gossip and trash talk is endless.

I have tried very hard to stay out of all the crap.

I am friendly with my co-workers but not friends with them.

I live a different life 22 miles away from my place of employment.

I have a different level of education and different interests than drinking, back stabbing, watching Jersey Shore.  This sounds elitist and to be honest, it is slightly elitist.

I have spent more than 8 years in college, be it university or community college.

They read Victoria's Secret catalogs and orders things from Avon.

I wear no make up or perfume and have not stepped inside a Victoria's Secret store in years.  I have no desire to have the work PINK emblazoned across my ass.

I raised my children the attachment parenting way.  I believe breast is best.  I do not believe breast feeding ruined my rack.  Pregnancy did that.

One of my co-wokers is pregnant with her first and the advice shared by the other 20-somethings is ludicrous in its folktale origins.

I can ignore that, mostly.

It's the entitled, I don't have to deliver meds the residents must come to me attitude I have trouble handling.

People, not delivering medications within the time frame is called neglect.

I could less about your baby daddy issues, leave them outside the facility.

Is that too much to ask?

Things Gone Wild

Every night before I have a day, all hell breaks loose for NOC.

I crashed hard last night.

I awoke to 4 texts.  FOUR!

So and so went to the ER because she's put of pain meds and claimed to have a migraine.  This is the same person who managed to get a 10 day hospital stay with the diagnosis of migraine headache.  (CHA!  Like, I know!)

Another fell out of bed and whacked his head good and proper.

One person went back to the hospital after having been back in our facility for 2 whole days since her last stay.  Out of the month of April she has been in facility maybe 4 days.

Another wanted me to assess her when I came in (she did not realize I was off today) because she felt like "shit".

Ahem.

She felt that way yesterday even though all vital signs normal, blood sugar normal, she just finished zyvox for a MRSA filled abscess.  There is/was nothing medically wrong.  I am sure she will find something.

Next lab results came back with one man's potassium levels critically high.  He's at the local hospital too.

Other labs came back with 2 much too high INRs and one too low.  Coumadin therapy is a wicked bitch.

I love a good day off, bwahaha, right.

6 Weeks Later

So that DNS got herself fired for shall we say, sampling the merchandise.  Got her ass reported to the DOH for that one.

I've been doing two jobs.

Ayup.

Filling in the management position and the floor nurse.

My next paycheck has 123 hours on it.

Just got a just passed the NCLEX 23 yo trained.  She's good for a newbie. She is calm, listens, and likes the crazies.  Much better than I was when I first started.

I spend way too much time doing paperwork.  Gah.  I hate paperwork.

I've been thrust into a position I never wanted.

Things are being done the ethical way these days though.

I am not officially the DNS, yet.

It's so bizarre the two people that were med techs when I began are now the administrator and the RCM.

Me, the DNS?  It's so freaking adult.

Me, who isn't that great at politics.

Me, who has been a nurse for all of two years.

It's an odd world.