I started this blog a long time ago with a post about my husband's experience with his cardiac stent. A bit over a year ago, he underwent a 4 vessel CABG by way of some mild chest pain and shortness of breath while bicycling. AFTER we cavorted around Italy. He has healed quite well, thanks, although not quite up to his own ridiculous standards of physical activity for a man 73-going-on-55. For anybody else who routinely does not hike mountains and do strenuous bicycling, he is a superstar.
If I thought I was a dinosaur nearly 13 years ago when this blog was born, well....what's older than a dinosaur?
License on the line every day, every shift.
License on the line every day, every shift.
ER nursing just keeps getting tougher, and I don't mean just the physical aspects, which have certainly taken their toll. Most of my coworkers at Satan's Waiting Room for the last 6 years are no longer there. Many have chucked beside nursing altogether to become nurse practitioners (a lot). Some retired. Several excellent nurses have been fired or forced out over some pretty minor shit. There was an exodus of staff to Gigantic Mega Medical Center, for big bucks, a long commute, traffic, and no free parking. All in a state tax state, which, to my mind, merely adds a boat-load of headache for even money. My middle management boss: a total upper management marionette of stunning uselessness My upper management boss: a troll with doctorate. Neither of them would be safe to give a patient so much as a bed pan.
This pandemic has put the cherry on the turd sundae.
Once upon a time I thrived on learning new things, taking care of really sick patients, knowing how to do all the tasks, run all the machines, anticipate all the meds, trauma, codes, train wrecks of all description. I loved to be considered a resource for other nurses, a leader, mentor and team player. I didn't mind the physical aspects so much. Then. I've worked for employers good and bad. Some who valued me for my commitment, or work ethic. Or comic relief. A few who saw and cultivated my leadership potential.
But...the job has changed drastically. The priority is not the patient. It is a numbers game, about the money. Always. Documentation is directed toward charges, which is not litigation friendly. Nurses have become chess pieces, more specifically pawns.
As a nurse who has been an advocate of what is best for the patient, I found that I was having to pick my battles. I had to, you can't fight every minute of every day. Exhausting. Providers are gonna do what providers are gonna do. You can beg, or take a hard line, try to move further up the food chain in time to prevent a really big error. Others have done that, with predictably poor results for them. Fortunately, I never had to take things to that level.
This pandemic has put the cherry on the turd sundae.
Once upon a time I thrived on learning new things, taking care of really sick patients, knowing how to do all the tasks, run all the machines, anticipate all the meds, trauma, codes, train wrecks of all description. I loved to be considered a resource for other nurses, a leader, mentor and team player. I didn't mind the physical aspects so much. Then. I've worked for employers good and bad. Some who valued me for my commitment, or work ethic. Or comic relief. A few who saw and cultivated my leadership potential.
But...the job has changed drastically. The priority is not the patient. It is a numbers game, about the money. Always. Documentation is directed toward charges, which is not litigation friendly. Nurses have become chess pieces, more specifically pawns.
As a nurse who has been an advocate of what is best for the patient, I found that I was having to pick my battles. I had to, you can't fight every minute of every day. Exhausting. Providers are gonna do what providers are gonna do. You can beg, or take a hard line, try to move further up the food chain in time to prevent a really big error. Others have done that, with predictably poor results for them. Fortunately, I never had to take things to that level.
Would I recommend nursing as a career?
To be continued....
2 comments:
I get it. I really do.
It's been great fun reading your blog through the years, and I'll miss it - but you take care of you and yours, and don't worry about the rest.
Glad you hear your husband is on the mend. Shit like that is really scary, and I'm glad he's doing better.
If you're ever down my way, let me know!
aw, thank you so much!
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