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- Jul 10, 2023
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Just a vent. TW, probably.
I'm a nurse. I don't think I've ever hated anything more. I grew up with rough parents, poor, in poverty. I took school seriously and paid my own way through because I knew that was how I could get out. It was a reliable industry I could always have a job.
It was probably the worst mistake of my life. I graduated into a pandemic, MDs were always yelling at me for being stupid, nobody could train me, I was confused, we were understaffed. The older nurses bullied me pretty badly. They were just stressed too, but they'd purposefully give me grabby and abusive patients.
And Lord, are most patients awful. It's like Walmart customer service. Men grab and slap your butt in front of their wives, one lady grabbed my shirt so hard my bra broke. I've had IV poles swung at me, cups of pee tossed, buckets of shit. People cough in your face on purpose if they're angry. If they're diabetic, they curse you out for not bringing them sugar. If they're in heart failure on a salt restriction, their family brings them KFC. And the *slurs*. Every day. All day. Constantly. And then HR asks you how you can learn to "treat clients better" so they don't hit you next time.
Forbid you get a good, decent person. I've had patients I truly cared for talk about how financially stressed they are. I would scan their medicine. $300 for a saline bag. $80 for a flush. $2500 for an antibiotic. It was like scanning groceries. Then the ratios... It's like every sick person is forcibly on an assembly line where I can't do as well as I want to. Grandma wants to chat with me about how stressed she is about possibly dying? Too bad, gotta run. It eats at you.
The ratios are so awful you can't properly care for anyone. Medical advancements mean people live longer, and today's general med patients are yesterday's critical care patients. I can handle five or six to myself: assessments, care coordination, education, medication rounds, wound care, feedings, bathing. I can do it all by myself. But 1:7 and 1:8? Admissions and Discharges all day? I can't keep up. Then Bed 1 is on my ass about a warm pillow that they called for an hour ago while Bed 2 just pooped in their plate and is smearing it everywhere while Bed 4's daughter is calling you while you're on the phone with the doctor because Bed 6's blood pressure is dropping. You don't get enough time to pee or eat, and you get in trouble if you don't clock your meals anyway. HR says you're not allowed to keep water. You have to use 'water breaks' that you don't fucking get.
Then, everyone IRL is telling you to get over it because you only work three days a week. $35 an hour isn't worth all that. I've had two coworkers go to the ER for patients purposefully kicking/punching them in the belly while pregnant. I've been chased by a guy that grabbed the needle off of me. Someone threw a mattress. Not to mention getting sick all of the time, but you can't call in if you don't have a fever.
This was so stupid. I'm an introvert. I'm so overstimulated. I left and did school nursing, better except you don't make much money and they want you to go to more college for it. I lasted barely a year and a half in the hospital. Places want three or more for outpatient. My bachelor's degree isn't functional anywhere else. It's not like I can get the same scholarships I did in highschool and start over. I still have 10k of student loans to pay off.
I just feel so trapped. My dad says every job is stressful, I'm just being sensitive. Maybe I am, and that just makes me feel like I'm not cut out for this. If I have to go back to the hospital, I honestly don't want to be here.
That's all. I'm just venting, promise. I left my last job, I'm applying to any outpatient job within an hour of me, and I'm not getting them. I really didn't want to go to the hospital again, but fuck me.
I'm a nurse. I don't think I've ever hated anything more. I grew up with rough parents, poor, in poverty. I took school seriously and paid my own way through because I knew that was how I could get out. It was a reliable industry I could always have a job.
It was probably the worst mistake of my life. I graduated into a pandemic, MDs were always yelling at me for being stupid, nobody could train me, I was confused, we were understaffed. The older nurses bullied me pretty badly. They were just stressed too, but they'd purposefully give me grabby and abusive patients.
And Lord, are most patients awful. It's like Walmart customer service. Men grab and slap your butt in front of their wives, one lady grabbed my shirt so hard my bra broke. I've had IV poles swung at me, cups of pee tossed, buckets of shit. People cough in your face on purpose if they're angry. If they're diabetic, they curse you out for not bringing them sugar. If they're in heart failure on a salt restriction, their family brings them KFC. And the *slurs*. Every day. All day. Constantly. And then HR asks you how you can learn to "treat clients better" so they don't hit you next time.
Forbid you get a good, decent person. I've had patients I truly cared for talk about how financially stressed they are. I would scan their medicine. $300 for a saline bag. $80 for a flush. $2500 for an antibiotic. It was like scanning groceries. Then the ratios... It's like every sick person is forcibly on an assembly line where I can't do as well as I want to. Grandma wants to chat with me about how stressed she is about possibly dying? Too bad, gotta run. It eats at you.
The ratios are so awful you can't properly care for anyone. Medical advancements mean people live longer, and today's general med patients are yesterday's critical care patients. I can handle five or six to myself: assessments, care coordination, education, medication rounds, wound care, feedings, bathing. I can do it all by myself. But 1:7 and 1:8? Admissions and Discharges all day? I can't keep up. Then Bed 1 is on my ass about a warm pillow that they called for an hour ago while Bed 2 just pooped in their plate and is smearing it everywhere while Bed 4's daughter is calling you while you're on the phone with the doctor because Bed 6's blood pressure is dropping. You don't get enough time to pee or eat, and you get in trouble if you don't clock your meals anyway. HR says you're not allowed to keep water. You have to use 'water breaks' that you don't fucking get.
Then, everyone IRL is telling you to get over it because you only work three days a week. $35 an hour isn't worth all that. I've had two coworkers go to the ER for patients purposefully kicking/punching them in the belly while pregnant. I've been chased by a guy that grabbed the needle off of me. Someone threw a mattress. Not to mention getting sick all of the time, but you can't call in if you don't have a fever.
This was so stupid. I'm an introvert. I'm so overstimulated. I left and did school nursing, better except you don't make much money and they want you to go to more college for it. I lasted barely a year and a half in the hospital. Places want three or more for outpatient. My bachelor's degree isn't functional anywhere else. It's not like I can get the same scholarships I did in highschool and start over. I still have 10k of student loans to pay off.
I just feel so trapped. My dad says every job is stressful, I'm just being sensitive. Maybe I am, and that just makes me feel like I'm not cut out for this. If I have to go back to the hospital, I honestly don't want to be here.
That's all. I'm just venting, promise. I left my last job, I'm applying to any outpatient job within an hour of me, and I'm not getting them. I really didn't want to go to the hospital again, but fuck me.
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