Judy Hamilton
29th August 2008, 01:05 AM (01:05)
I readily confess to a syndrome I identify is a "Dirty Rotten Attitude"
An unbalanced assignment in the small unit by the ICU charge nurse did nothing last night for my blood pressure, nor my attitude, which as you note, is less than agreeable. Three nurses split the care for four patients. A full time staff nurse took the patient in room five, a lady who required a bit of assistance and needed close monitoring; the charge nurse assigned herself to a ‘walkie-talkie’ ICU patient. After assessing him, giving him his medications, she closed the door to his cubicle saying, “rest well and I will see you in the morning.” True to her word she monitored his vital signs from afar (on the monitor at the desk) and did not enter his room until five AM. The remaining two patients became my friends for the night. One patient is a person who suffered a cardiac arrest some years ago and is total care. She has a feeding tube, and a tracheotomy attached to a ventilator. The other patient is a homeless person who is suffering from alcohol withdrawal. He is in full blown delirium tremors, with both legs and arms restrained to the bed. Even with these measures, at one point in the night he required all of us lady nurses to hold him in the bed. He is to be pitied. I so wanted to do more for him than just safety, medications and hygiene however I am impotent to help him.
I will not go into minute details about the task that occupy the next twelve hours except to say that the only time I sat down in at least eight hours of the twelve hour shift was to take a couple of quick pit stops. At one point the charge nurse, positioned in a comfy chair at the desk asked, “Why don’t you take a break Judy?”
I looked at her with an incredulous stare and mumbled, “I will not stop until I am caught up with my charting, as I have a dental appointment in the morning and have to leave on time.”
Leaving the hospital a good ten minutes before me, she turned her head as she was walking out the door, flashed a smile and said, “Thanks for coming tonight, come back anytime.”
I asked myself this question when walking out to my car this morning, “Will my awful attitude, this agitation and complete exhaustion I feel really matter a year from now?”
I am in need of a hot bath and a sincere prayer to change my attitude toward another nurse who has simply worked too many years to care. Now that I can draw social security, people ask me, when I plan on retiring. Last night offered an answer to this question.
I will stop working the day I stop caring.
Judy
An unbalanced assignment in the small unit by the ICU charge nurse did nothing last night for my blood pressure, nor my attitude, which as you note, is less than agreeable. Three nurses split the care for four patients. A full time staff nurse took the patient in room five, a lady who required a bit of assistance and needed close monitoring; the charge nurse assigned herself to a ‘walkie-talkie’ ICU patient. After assessing him, giving him his medications, she closed the door to his cubicle saying, “rest well and I will see you in the morning.” True to her word she monitored his vital signs from afar (on the monitor at the desk) and did not enter his room until five AM. The remaining two patients became my friends for the night. One patient is a person who suffered a cardiac arrest some years ago and is total care. She has a feeding tube, and a tracheotomy attached to a ventilator. The other patient is a homeless person who is suffering from alcohol withdrawal. He is in full blown delirium tremors, with both legs and arms restrained to the bed. Even with these measures, at one point in the night he required all of us lady nurses to hold him in the bed. He is to be pitied. I so wanted to do more for him than just safety, medications and hygiene however I am impotent to help him.
I will not go into minute details about the task that occupy the next twelve hours except to say that the only time I sat down in at least eight hours of the twelve hour shift was to take a couple of quick pit stops. At one point the charge nurse, positioned in a comfy chair at the desk asked, “Why don’t you take a break Judy?”
I looked at her with an incredulous stare and mumbled, “I will not stop until I am caught up with my charting, as I have a dental appointment in the morning and have to leave on time.”
Leaving the hospital a good ten minutes before me, she turned her head as she was walking out the door, flashed a smile and said, “Thanks for coming tonight, come back anytime.”
I asked myself this question when walking out to my car this morning, “Will my awful attitude, this agitation and complete exhaustion I feel really matter a year from now?”
I am in need of a hot bath and a sincere prayer to change my attitude toward another nurse who has simply worked too many years to care. Now that I can draw social security, people ask me, when I plan on retiring. Last night offered an answer to this question.
I will stop working the day I stop caring.
Judy