Tuesday, December 25, 2012

Sorry about this rant, but it needs to be said

     I'm not a nurse because I'm not smart enough to go to med school. I'm not a nurse because I wanted an easy job. I'm not a nurse because I couldn't find something else to do with my life.  I'm a nurse because I love taking care of patients. I love almost every aspect of my job.  I love the fact that I can save your life. I know I can't do it alone,  but I know what to do and what needs to be done in many critical situations.
      Nurses take crap from everyone (and I'm not just talking code brown).  Nurses are disrespected by their patients,  patient's families, hospital administration, other nurses and worst of all, doctors.
     I promise that I didn't call you at 3am because I thought it'd be nice to talk to you. I called you because something is going on with our patient and you need to know and to give me orders to fix it.  You went to medical school, you wanted to be the doctor, you get paid to take my call in the middle of the night. Oh, you are sleeping?  I'm sorry. I'm at the hospital actually keeping the patient alive.
      I work in a very stressful unit. My patients are all in critical condition and I've had to go with them into the OR many times to save their lives. I work with an amazing surgeon. He is highly talented and has great outcomes even on his very sick patients. We all respect him.  I've rarely heard our nurses talk bad about him. But he has crossed the line of acceptable behavior. He has begun to talk to us like we are idiots. He is rude and condescending to me in front of my coworkers.  I accept a lot of crap because I love my job, but I'm thisclose to quitting my job because of him. It's crazy.
     In the last year, we have lost our float pay and our call back pay, we have spent many weeks only getting part time hours (and we don't get paid if we aren't there), they have made it much harder to get raises or bonuses and have remodeled out unit and removed our break room and 50% of our space. We have stayed loyal. But this is pushing me to my breaking point. I'm not cocky or conceited,  but I'm a good nurse with many years taking care of critically ill people. And the way he talked to me today,  Christmas day, made me want to quit my job. 
     Please, if you get nothing out of my rant, please treat your nurses nice. We are here to help you or your family heal. If we are late with something,  it's not cause we didn't think it was important. It just might mean that something or someone else pulled us in a different direction and that may have had a higher priority. I've gone 13 hours without food, water or a bathroom break because I'm taking care of someone that can't take care of himself.  Gifts,  flowers, food aren't necessary in respecting your nurse, but a please, thank you and a smile or joke always makes my day go a little easier.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Life is good and bad but at least i don't have her attitude...

     Life is good.  No, seriously, life is good.  For once, there is no sarcasm.  Yes, I'm still stressed out.  Yes, I don't have all the answers to my questions.  And, no, the puzzle pieces aren't suddenly deciding to fall into place.  But LIFE IS GOOD. 
     I have a job that I love.  No, it isn't perfect.  I don't always get to work and I am too stressed about things out of my control.  But I have a job and I do really love it.
     I have 3 beautiful girls.  They are sweet, smart, well behaved, caring little girls.  Granted, custody is always an issue and I'll have to deal with their dad for the rest of their lives.  But they are still mine and they are safe, happy and healthy.
     I have an awesome guy.  He cares about me and the girls and he is willing to do anything for us.  He is amazing, handsome and does the little things to make me smile.  Yes, we have had our share of issues, but we love each other and we have a great relationship that was made stronger by fighting through the issues together.  And he's the type of guy that won't let me give up.  He fights for us and reminds me that things are worth fighting for.
     I have a house, a car and a dog.  I have friends that would do anything for me and vise versa.  I have a church family that is growing every day.  I live in a state where I can go hiking in December and complain about the heat. I am healthy, strong and intelligent.  And I didn't cave and buy an elf!  Life is good.

     I watch the people I love struggle all the time.  People out of work, people battling addictions and other demons, people that have children or family members that are sick and dying, people who have lost faith in everything.  I have never told any one to look at the positives in their life.  Honestly, any time that anyone has told me that, I have wanted to slap them.  But I will admit to looking at all the bad that is going on and reminding myself that life is good.   
   There are so many people that look for drama and try to find something to complain about.  (Yes, I do that too sometimes, but I am aware of it now and really try hard not to do that any more.)   I honestly wonder if they could ever be happy.  If you want to see things as terrible, if you want to believe that the world is out to get you, can you ever find happiness?  I want to tell one of my friends that for every horrible, awful thing that you see as part of your life,  take a look around at all the situations that surround you and see if they really are that horrible.  Maybe after a few days she'll change her mind and decide that the world is not out to get her.  But maybe she will never see things as good.  But at least I can still use her to remind myself that life is good.  And if one day everything does decide to fall apart around me, at least I don't have that crappy attitude.

     Friday, something unbelievably horrible happened.  Something that has happened all too often lately.  I am still struggling not to cry when I think about it.  But it feels as though some people are already blowing it off.  Turning it into a political battle about gun control and other issues.  I honestly wonder if the sheer number of tragedies have numbed some people.  Maybe the more that occur, the more commonplace it becomes for them and the less it hurts?  The more it gives them a reason to think that they have answers to it all?  I want to distance myself from my facebook account more the last few days than I did over the election.  Arguing with your friends or friends of your friends isn't going to fix the problem.  Legalizing or banning guns isn't going to fix it.  There has to be a way to find a root of the problem.  Is it a mental health issue?  Is it a numbness to violence that we have created?  Is it the total lack of religious beliefs? Is it this parenting style that seems so prevalent, where people don't discipline their kids and the kids want for nothing?  Is it a cry for attention?  Let me kill people because that's the only way I'll be known for anything?  I want my children to be well balanced functioning adults when they reach that age.  But more importantly, I want them to reach that age.  It's a scary time in our world and I hope some way, some how we can come together and find a solution.

   Sorry if this seems disjointed, but if you know me, you know that my thoughts can be disjointed at times and these all seemed to link together in my head...

Friday, December 7, 2012

Jingle Bell Run causes nightmares...

     It is the eve of my first 5K with 3 little girls.  I'm scared to death.  Not cause of the 3 miles, that I'm ok with.  It's the 3.1 miles with 3 little girls.  In our training, they have actually ran farther than that.  But they haven't done it knowing just how far they are running.
     I love my little girls.  Let me just say that in case anything else I write tonight makes you think otherwise.  They are sweet, funny, silly, beautiful, amazing little creatures that I am still not quite sure that God didn't mix it up somehow and give me someone else's kids.  But they are DRAMA queens.  Look at them funny and you can make them cry.  They have the feet stomping, nasty glare, teenage attitude down and they are 6, 6 and 9.
     S whined so much for the 1st minute of one run that I told her to just go home.  K makes this noise somewhere between and moan, whine, cry and grunt that is worse than nails on a chalkboard and she can do it for 20 minutes without stopping.   And poor A...  That kid falls down almost every run.  She definitely has her mother's grace.  I finally decided that maybe running with their iPods wouldn't be a bad thing.  A's fell out 2 minutes in and she cried for the following 5 minutes.
     So this race...  They are planning on 3000 runners for the 5K.  We are doing about an 11 min mile (they can actually run a sub 10 min mile but I'm saying 11 for the race).  That's about 35 minutes of dodging race traffic, trying to not lose anyone, dealing with people that can't run faster than them but can't handle being passed by 6 y/o's, attempting to run a decent pace, trying not to lose anyone (yes, I know it's already on the list),  and really truly hoping that there are no meltdowns in public.  Not by them, mind you.  I know they are going to cry about something.  By me.  I can't always handle all the drama and some times I snap.  But tomorrow night I won't be able to send anyone home and I won't be giving them their iPods (can't risk losing them on the course).  Oh, and 3.1 miles of jingle bells is bound to get on anyone's nerves, it's not just me, RIGHT???
     In all honesty, they are doing great with the whole running thing.  I kind of pushed them into it.  They needed an activity and no one was motivated to do anything and I wasn't paying hundreds of dollars for them to want to quit 2 weeks in or for their father to not take them.  I convinced them that running club would be fun.  "We can all go together," I said,  "we can find some fun runs that we can do.   You guys can run my big beach race with me."  They've trained regularly this entire 8 weeks.  They wouldn't run 5 straight minutes when we started and they can now do 20+ minutes without complaining or walking.
    Why can't I sleep then???  I am a crazy perfectionist.  I want tomorrow to be awesome and I think that my fears that it won't be are keeping me up.  I'm worried about finding the place, parking, finding the team, not losing anyone, and that they will actually like this.  I have enjoyed running club so much and I really hope that after tomorrows race, I will have 3 long term training partners... Fingers crossed.  See you at the finish line!