Feb 07, 2005 01:00
I should be sleeping right now, but I am not. I have to be up at 6 am so I can be to Battle Creek Central High School by 8am. But I am far too worked up from work to sleep quite yet, not to mention I cannot breathe out of my right nostril. Ugh. Tonight was a rough night. I am sick of work-- I love my job, but I just need a break. I'm afraid I am getting burned out and I am already paying the price physically with how much I've been sick. Not to mention the nurse I have had to work with the past few nights makes me absolutely crazy. She is nice and all, but very very needy. I run my ass off doing all of my work plus half of hers, and she keeps asking me to do little things she could easily do herself. Like take a follow-up temp. Or get some tissues for the patient. Or water. Little things that take about 2 minutes, tops, to do. But instead, she asks me to do it while she sits down to chart/check e-mail/order her dinner, etc. She's a young nurse too, you would think fresh out of school (and Western's program too!) she would be more self-reliant. I am in the program she was in, I know how they teach us, and it is NOT to be reliant on PCAs. And the kicker is, when I fall behind because I'm doing her work plus mine, she makes me feel bad about it, like I do a shitty job. That is just superb. Oh, and did I mention I have twice as many patients as any nurse at a time, at least. I can't wait to be an extern, I love my job as a PCA but I can't wait to not be the lowest on the totem pole at work anymore. And I swear although I may delegate some things to PCAs, I won't EVER become a lazy nurse. I will not be afraid to get vitals, do an EKG, put someone on a bedpan, heaven forbid empty a bedpan, draw labs, transport if I have the time, etc. If I ever become the nurse that passes everything along to someone else, then I need a good whoopin.
Ok, I think I'm done ranting now. As if work wasnt enough, I have school bright and early the next 3 days in a row. Woohoo. And I'm still kinda freaked out about Trevor dying. Although we weren't friends really, we were classmates for awhile in nursing school and he graduated from DC a year ahead of me... and to think he just passed away in his sleep is really scary for me. It's a big kick in the teeth to wake you up and remind you how short life can be. He was only 21... I'll be 21 in 41 days. That's not old. And it makes me think about where I've had my priorities. I mean, I know I have to work and go to school, but I want to try to make some more time for my friends. I don't know what I would do if someone even closer to me died. It was bad enough when Jeff died. Too much for me at 1am. I need to try to go to sleep but my mind is racing, I just want to fast forward a couple years and hopefully have more time for family and friends.
If you're reading this, drop me a comment. I want to hear from you. I want to write back, say hi. And even if you don't comment, know that no matter how long it has been since we last talked, I still care for you a lot. All of you are always in my heart.
I hope to talk to you all soon.
Goodnight