I have finally gotten my driving license yesterday. Now my job is secure and my short term goals complete. On the same day, I met up with my buddies and we went for another bout of body combat. Between the 4 of us, much has changed. We all seem to have gone different paths - one of us was still studying, 1 had chosen to do post op nursing and my best friend and I are doing mental health - on the opposite sides of Sydney. Much of our conversation was about our work experiences and how we found nursing. This is appropriate for friends catching up, but I felt perhaps we dwelt on it abit too much...almost to the point that our profession was the only thing we have in common to keep us together.
Work wise I think I am somewhat making progress with the relationships in the ward. I have been spoilt to a degree really. I've been getting alot of lifts back home with nurses who live near my area. In fact, they offer it without me asking. I really appreciate these people. On the flipside, many people have been leaving the unit as of lately. Perhaps it may be due to opportunities arising or burnout, but because the staff are leaving at a rapid and consistent rate - for some reason I believe it has to do with being disgruntled about changes that our new manager is bringing forth. The politics in our ward is still pretty strong. Lucky I am still an insignificant small potato.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Internal Strife
Today 2 events occured which had made the shift one I would like to forget.
1- I had my first takedown injcetion tonight.
2- I did not own up to something I did wrong.
1- Mental health units are probably the only place (bar ED) which have staff pin down patients and inject them with needles full of medication. TOnight I was unfortunate enough to have a patient who was refusing oral medications and was acting in a manner which could harm other patients. This was a 70 year old man who was obviously very disorientated and confused. We had 6 nurses drag him from the common areas to his room and pulled his pants down forcefully, where I was set to innject a 21mm needle into his back. It sounds very exciting and fun when you hear about it, but when you become the one witnessing it and giving the needle, you feel somewhat as if you are nothing more than a custodian prison guard. I still feel a bit uncomfortable, not because I feel sorry for the man, but due to the shock value of the actions that we had to undergo to give him the needle.
2- Tonight a distressed mother called in to the unit and asked for her daughter. I answered it and I assumed she was in another department. She was stil ltalking but I did not bother to hear her out and I just transferred her call to the other department. A few minutes later, the other department caleld and was upset at the way the call was dealt with, as that daughter was not there also and caused both the department and the mother preventable pain. The in-charge asked who it was that transferred the call. Normally I would stand up to my wrongdoings and admit I did it. For some reason cowardice took the better of me and I sat there not saying a word. In the end nobody took the blame, but deep inside me, I felt like I had suffered punishment worse than what couldve been if I had admitted. I felt as if my integrity had just been grinded into dust. I feel so dirty now.
It's been a horrible night.
1- I had my first takedown injcetion tonight.
2- I did not own up to something I did wrong.
1- Mental health units are probably the only place (bar ED) which have staff pin down patients and inject them with needles full of medication. TOnight I was unfortunate enough to have a patient who was refusing oral medications and was acting in a manner which could harm other patients. This was a 70 year old man who was obviously very disorientated and confused. We had 6 nurses drag him from the common areas to his room and pulled his pants down forcefully, where I was set to innject a 21mm needle into his back. It sounds very exciting and fun when you hear about it, but when you become the one witnessing it and giving the needle, you feel somewhat as if you are nothing more than a custodian prison guard. I still feel a bit uncomfortable, not because I feel sorry for the man, but due to the shock value of the actions that we had to undergo to give him the needle.
2- Tonight a distressed mother called in to the unit and asked for her daughter. I answered it and I assumed she was in another department. She was stil ltalking but I did not bother to hear her out and I just transferred her call to the other department. A few minutes later, the other department caleld and was upset at the way the call was dealt with, as that daughter was not there also and caused both the department and the mother preventable pain. The in-charge asked who it was that transferred the call. Normally I would stand up to my wrongdoings and admit I did it. For some reason cowardice took the better of me and I sat there not saying a word. In the end nobody took the blame, but deep inside me, I felt like I had suffered punishment worse than what couldve been if I had admitted. I felt as if my integrity had just been grinded into dust. I feel so dirty now.
It's been a horrible night.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Fatty Boomba
I am not as handsome as I used to be. I think this may be due to weight gain that has occured within the last 4-5 years. To my understanding, this may be to do with Sylvia pampering me, buying me junkfood everyday when she was still here. Boy do I miss her. Boy do I miss my good looks.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Failing
I had m first driving test today. I got full marks, however I failed a critical component. Sucks to be me.
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