You WILL stay and work.
yesterday was fun. not.
Working the late shift I was suddenly shocked when some teaching learning & resources nurse takes a phone call in the reception of the main theatres, calls me over and declares that we're doing a case.
Basically I got rank pulled on me; and this woman, who I am hard pressed to find anyone who likes her at all in my job, says that she herself will stay on and provide the necessary cover to perform this procedure.
Note this is not a question, this is an order, a declaration.
It is 6pm, I have been working for 6 hours with little to eat save 2 biscuits and 2 cups of tea. I then have to go set up theatre, get the kit and the drapes, prime the computer (cos idiot lady has no clue) and haul ass while she goes off to change - after sending for the patient.
Patient arrives and we start and this dozy mad bint is gushing over this patient telling them how great it is to work here, how she is an enabler to her HCA staff and how doing this case really is no problem as she's here. The surgeon there is fine and later tells me today in confidence that even she was getting pretty aggravated with this woman's declarations of how great the NHS is, how the goodwill is what keeps it going, how we have enough staff and enough equipment.
Turns out the patient is a district nurse with connections. I doubt silly bint would gush to the same degree over a single mother from a sink estate/ghetto.
Operation is coming to an end and this mad cow decides she wants to send for the next, despite the fact that it's coming up to 9pm (official handover at 9.30) and people are preparing to knock off duty. In the end it took some stern voices, declarations of childcare taking priority and the discovery that the next patient (a child) is lacking in legal guardians to accompany them to theatre to make her back down.
I wander out of theatre, listening to my patient gush over what a nice lady this crazy cow is for staying on and helping her.
I told her we don't get overtime, she didn't take my admission ver well. District nurses clearly are cut from the same cloth as learning & resource advisers.
I feel so tired and hungry at this point I feel like someone's pulled my plug. It's such a weird feeling, it's like you are disconnected from reality and are wandering through the world on a high dose of endorphins. This feeling didn't subside until this morning when I was reassigned to friends in the Minor Op Theatre (aka Pod) where we had a fantastic time, only did 7 cases all day and got to talk about food, general knowledge, pub quizzes and Golda Meir.
But last night has had an affect on me. And it's not one I wish to repeat. But I know it's in the post, which is why I'm going ahead with this American/Canadian exam plan.
Working the late shift I was suddenly shocked when some teaching learning & resources nurse takes a phone call in the reception of the main theatres, calls me over and declares that we're doing a case.
Basically I got rank pulled on me; and this woman, who I am hard pressed to find anyone who likes her at all in my job, says that she herself will stay on and provide the necessary cover to perform this procedure.
Note this is not a question, this is an order, a declaration.
It is 6pm, I have been working for 6 hours with little to eat save 2 biscuits and 2 cups of tea. I then have to go set up theatre, get the kit and the drapes, prime the computer (cos idiot lady has no clue) and haul ass while she goes off to change - after sending for the patient.
Patient arrives and we start and this dozy mad bint is gushing over this patient telling them how great it is to work here, how she is an enabler to her HCA staff and how doing this case really is no problem as she's here. The surgeon there is fine and later tells me today in confidence that even she was getting pretty aggravated with this woman's declarations of how great the NHS is, how the goodwill is what keeps it going, how we have enough staff and enough equipment.
Turns out the patient is a district nurse with connections. I doubt silly bint would gush to the same degree over a single mother from a sink estate/ghetto.
Operation is coming to an end and this mad cow decides she wants to send for the next, despite the fact that it's coming up to 9pm (official handover at 9.30) and people are preparing to knock off duty. In the end it took some stern voices, declarations of childcare taking priority and the discovery that the next patient (a child) is lacking in legal guardians to accompany them to theatre to make her back down.
I wander out of theatre, listening to my patient gush over what a nice lady this crazy cow is for staying on and helping her.
I told her we don't get overtime, she didn't take my admission ver well. District nurses clearly are cut from the same cloth as learning & resource advisers.
I feel so tired and hungry at this point I feel like someone's pulled my plug. It's such a weird feeling, it's like you are disconnected from reality and are wandering through the world on a high dose of endorphins. This feeling didn't subside until this morning when I was reassigned to friends in the Minor Op Theatre (aka Pod) where we had a fantastic time, only did 7 cases all day and got to talk about food, general knowledge, pub quizzes and Golda Meir.
But last night has had an affect on me. And it's not one I wish to repeat. But I know it's in the post, which is why I'm going ahead with this American/Canadian exam plan.