Tuesday marked my return to work. I didn’t miss it, but I like my job, so I wasn’t too bummed about getting back into it.
However, by 8 am, I was ready to take that all back. HA!
My pre-packed work eats included: protein pretz, dried mango, dried papaya, salad, tea, apple, Mocha-walla Odwalla bar, Spiced Pumpkin Pie Clif bar, and dark chocolate covered cocoa roasted almonds.
This salad wasn’t one of my finest creations considering all the prep I had done the day before. The chickpeas and BN squash were great, but I forgot how much I dislike raw broccoli in salads. Definitely prefer them cooked. Dried cranz or raisins would have helped to accent the salad with a bit of sweetness, but oh well. Next time…
Work was exhausting, but that’s
life why I pack so much food. I got home at 8 and dinner was a no brainer. Curry stew leftovers on spiralized zucchini.
It was even better as leftovers.
If nothing else, I’m definitely keeping the zucchini farmers in b’ness, right?
Thank goodness I already mailed off the winning batch of these agave-sweetened brownies, because the second batch is going f-a-s-t! I had more for dessert, and then a few more for another dessert 🙂
I went to bed with a third trimester food baby.
I again woke up for work at the crack of dawn. At least it’s no longer pitch black though, gracias a daylight savings. I’m definitely in denial about the weather though (I rebelled and wore nothing but my paper thin scrubs…and froze my a$$ off).
I packed lunch eats similar to those of Tuesday, including salad, Honey Graham Z bar, Spiced Pumpkin Pie Clif bar, dried pears, protein pretz, apple, and a leftover pumpkin black bean burger.
The salad was better this time with spinach, tomato, spiralized zucch, and steamed BN squash. The black bean burgers have gotten a better (more burger like) texture since I made them, and now they hold together so I can throw them in a plastic baggie to take to work. I was going to add this to the salad once I took my lunch break, but I never got a proper lunch break, so I ate the salad (in 5 minutes flat) at 2:30, and then ate the burger around 4 pm, when I was able to step away from the unit for another quick 10 minutes. Yeah, it was a rough shift.
I am SO sick of psych patients disguised as cardiac patients. Seriously. I can’t take work days like the one I had today. I want to
pull my hair out put a gun to my head (and by “my head” I mean “my patient’s” – oops, did I say that out loud?). Ok, I know I sound sarcastic, and callous, and well, basically like a horrible nurse, but it is SO trying sometimes. I can’t even put into words how the insane behavior of one patient can ruin 12 hours of my life with 3 other delightful, pleasant, appreciative patients.
It would take me too long to detail the way the end of my shift unraveled, but basically, I had to discharge the worst, most manipulative person today – a man who was IMPOSSIBLE to please. Regardless of how many times I went out of my way to do little random things for him, he always complained about something else. And when I was with another patient (who had a spontaneous pneumothorax no less), he had the audacity to yell at me for not answering the call bell fast enough to pull his blanket up. Um, I’m a little busy here buddy (with a true emergency, no less). But, like Lady GaGa, I smiled with my poker face, and repositioned his pillows
over his face until he was comfortable and silently screamed in my head.
So, back to this discharge. Anxious psycho that he was, I finally managed to
ease his concerns baby him into a tranquil state and get him escorted home (with a volunteer escort and private limo). Keep in mind, this guy was not our unit’s typical patient (in that he was 100% stable, ambulatory, and not a post cardiac surgery). Unfortunately, he was crazy in the head, and thought he required his own personal hospital staff. TWO HOURS after he left the hospital, I got a call from the Emergency Room saying he was back.
Official diagnosis for readmission: “not ready to be home.” Since when is that a diagnosis? Grrr. As if that weren’t enough to baffle the mind, I found out the hospital policy is that if a patient returns less than 4 hours after discharge, they go back to the same room. Question. What if the room has already gotten a new patient? Um. That’s too bad. Out with the new, in with the old. I’m not the unit clerk, and I am pretty sure it’s NOT in my job description to sort through the hospital’s political BS, and yet, I found myself on the phone with various authorities for nearly 30 minutes (which was time I should have been spending caring for my 3 other patients). And that is how the end of my shift was ruined by the return of a grumpy old man.
Phew. Thanks for letting me vent. Shall I move on to dinner now?
Veggie “meat” crumbles + tomato sauce + spiralized zucch + steamed brocc/cauli + vegan parm =
Another view because it is oh-so-pretty 🙂
Dang I’m glad I made two batches of these brownies. I don’t want them to ever end!
P.S. I nearly just scrolled up and deleted everything I wrote about my job stress and my patient woes, but then I realized how therapeutic it was to get it all out. It may make me sound like a horrible person (or worse, a horrible nurse), but I assure you, I am SO focused on being the smiling, bright light of optimism for my patients, that I tend to bottle up all my negative feelings, and this blog ends up being my outlet…as a result, sometimes I think you guys may get the wrong idea about how I really feel about my job. I honestly LOVE my work, and I care more than I probably should for my patients…
Just wanted to make sure you know that when I write (overly sarcastically) about my stressed out work days, my feelings are real, but you are seeing a fairly one sided account.