Take me home..
I've been working full time since the beginning of December.
This is a huge shock in itself. I still can't believe I've got a job, and I definately can't believe I'm let loose on the wards to treat and make huge decisions.
I love it though, its been, up until recently a managable level of stress, one which makes me work more effectively. On the wards there is no time to consider things for very long, decisions have to be made in an instant, based on past experience. And when your experience is as limited as mine, its fairly challenging.
These last two weeks have been more than stressful. I'm incredibly tired. Being nice to strangers is very tiring, being patient and tolerant even more so.
I've had some really challenging patients recently, patients who refuse to go home and insist there going to rehab, despite being fully independent. Apparently is nursing led discharge, but that appears to be total bollocks and instead I'm running around like a blue arsed fly being bounced between different social services.
I think the hardest thing about this job, isn't actually the job, its living on site with people who I work with on a daily basis. Its hard to be fun sex and booze loving Steph when you've got to look them in the eye the next morning during a transfer practice..and I stupidly added most of them to my facebook, which now means thats being policed for professionalism now. I've actually been told by my physio housemate to change one of my status' because 'a patient could search for me and read it'.
First of all. Fuck off. Second of all, good luck trying to find me on facebook, they have privacy settings for a reason. My facebook has an invisiability cloak, a chastity belt and is smeared in camaflarge paint.
I'm an Occupational Therapist from 8.30 to 4.30 monday to friday. At all other times I am a 22 year old 'just out of uni' girl. I want to drink and swear and generally speak my mind without having to consider the potentially consequences of what I say. And the really ridiculous thing is, I'm not even saying outlandish things, I'm just having normal conversations. I'm a bit fed up with being careful, its not really in my nature.
I can see this being a good place to rant.....
I've got tomorrow off. Bliss. I announced it in the office today, not really caring that I was giving really really late notice. I've lost the will this week, even when I'm asleep I dream of work and it wakes me up. Thats never a good sign. So tomorrow I intend on a) sleeping. b) watching the O.C c) playing my music loudly. mmmmmm.
Possibly another update tomorrow.....maybe...
This is a huge shock in itself. I still can't believe I've got a job, and I definately can't believe I'm let loose on the wards to treat and make huge decisions.
I love it though, its been, up until recently a managable level of stress, one which makes me work more effectively. On the wards there is no time to consider things for very long, decisions have to be made in an instant, based on past experience. And when your experience is as limited as mine, its fairly challenging.
These last two weeks have been more than stressful. I'm incredibly tired. Being nice to strangers is very tiring, being patient and tolerant even more so.
I've had some really challenging patients recently, patients who refuse to go home and insist there going to rehab, despite being fully independent. Apparently is nursing led discharge, but that appears to be total bollocks and instead I'm running around like a blue arsed fly being bounced between different social services.
I think the hardest thing about this job, isn't actually the job, its living on site with people who I work with on a daily basis. Its hard to be fun sex and booze loving Steph when you've got to look them in the eye the next morning during a transfer practice..and I stupidly added most of them to my facebook, which now means thats being policed for professionalism now. I've actually been told by my physio housemate to change one of my status' because 'a patient could search for me and read it'.
First of all. Fuck off. Second of all, good luck trying to find me on facebook, they have privacy settings for a reason. My facebook has an invisiability cloak, a chastity belt and is smeared in camaflarge paint.
I'm an Occupational Therapist from 8.30 to 4.30 monday to friday. At all other times I am a 22 year old 'just out of uni' girl. I want to drink and swear and generally speak my mind without having to consider the potentially consequences of what I say. And the really ridiculous thing is, I'm not even saying outlandish things, I'm just having normal conversations. I'm a bit fed up with being careful, its not really in my nature.
I can see this being a good place to rant.....
I've got tomorrow off. Bliss. I announced it in the office today, not really caring that I was giving really really late notice. I've lost the will this week, even when I'm asleep I dream of work and it wakes me up. Thats never a good sign. So tomorrow I intend on a) sleeping. b) watching the O.C c) playing my music loudly. mmmmmm.
Possibly another update tomorrow.....maybe...