I got floated back to ortho on Wednesday, my first day back. I was so upset. I had been gone for two weeks and when I got there, no one even said hello. Except for Katrina, she said hi and asked where I had been. But other than that, nothing. It's like no one had the guts to tell me I was being sent elsewhere. I looked and found out for myself. I was so pissed I stormed off the floor and almost started crying.
So I go up to ortho and find out that I only have 6 pts and I am thinking that it's going to be an okay night, then they slam me. I am having to spilt the floor with the other aid because one of their regulars didn't show....super. So needless to say, I was less than excited and really upset. I was just out of work for two weeks for back problems and they send me to the one floor where aids are required to lift people in and out of bed 90% of the time. During my shift one guy had broken his tibia and fibia (like completely out of the skin, broken) had a skin graft and an external fixation device. He weighed at least 190, if not more, and tells me he needs to poop and I have to lift him out of bed....yeah freaking right. I told the staff I wasn't doing it and they needed the male aid to come over and do it.
So, at 6:30 The entire night shift shows up and that meant I got to go back to peds. I was thrilled. I felt like I had acted really ridiculously and childish and I was disappointed in myself. Once I decided to accept the fact that things weren't going my way, my day got better and it wasn't so bad. I felt like the more I fought it, the worse it was getting. It really is all about attitude and that day mine stunk.
Just like last night, I was annoyed that we had 9 pts and 3 admits and I was the only aid. I didn't get to get report, which I hate, because I feel like I don't know what's going on. So, right when I get there we get two admits at the same time. My charge, Big D (whom I have some personal issues with, but that's a whole other post.) refuses all other help offered to her and wants me, and only me to help her. She has issues with control and likes to be bossy, but like I said, I will save her for another post. So I am running around like crazy trying to get everything she needs. Starting off the shift annoyed is not good for me because I began to find every small request extremely annoying. Then I started to feel bad. These people are in the hospital and they are hurting and it wouldn't hurt for me to quit being such a brat and help them. So attitude adjustment is the name of the game now.
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