Re: help! i think i hate nursing! Originally Posted by Chloe'sinNYNow
YUP, I do believe I HATE nursing. Sure wish I could stop wanting to care for people though.
{sigh}
Chloe
Sigh is right. A friend of mine who was working as an aide and considering nursing school said she was hesitating because it seemed like the aides spent more time with the patients and the nurses spent most of their time charting. Naive nursing student that I was, I assured her that the nurses who spent most of their time charting were the ones who didn't want to spend more time with the patients.
I've eaten those words more than once. It's more than a little frustrating how much crap gets in the way of what we got into nursing to do. I think about the things we're taught in therapeutic communication--pull up a chair, sit and listen, don't make them feel like they're keeping you from a dozen more important things...yeah, right. Sure, sometimes that's just what the patient needs, but nursing administrators really don't like to pay time-and-a-half for you to catch up on your charting.
Nursing will just suck the life right out of you, if you let it.
When I was new, and annoyingly enthusiastic, some of my more cynical coworkers used to smile wryly and say, "Just wait..." And they were right.
I have become one of those nurses who whines on the way in, whines on the way out, and grumbles a good bit in between. Makes my sig line seem just a tad bit hypocritical, I suppose.
But I'm reminded of something my Dad told me about his time in the military, that the sargeants never worried while the men were complaining--it was only when they
stopped complaining that they became concerned about morale. And I think that also applies to nurses. Part of the reason we gripe is because our perception of how things are doesn't jive with our vision of how things should be. Lose that vision and it is what it is and there's no reason to complain.
One of the biggest surprises of my orientation was working alongside a nurse who was a big part of my inspiration to become a nurse, who continues to be a mentor and role model, a really great nurse who never gets flustered, always knows exactly what to do, and never complains. So, one of her many words of wisdom she passed along to me was not to let management walk all over me. Faced--as we all sometimes are--with the choice of being an excellent nurse or an excellent employee, she's an excellent nurse every time. And it turns out, she even gripes about it, a little, just not in front of the unlicensed staff, patients, or even newbie nurses. (I think it
is fair to say she doesn't let the occassional complaints outweigh the reasons she became a nurse, and I
am trying to emulate that. And, like many of the experienced nurses I see, she has a rather sardonic sense of humor.)
So, speaking with all my many months of experience, I would say it really
does get better, over time. These days, I find myself rushing to get things done that two years ago I didn't even know I needed to do. My manager would cry, but my time-management actually
has improved, somewhat, so that I'm spending less time on routine stuff like med passes and even assessments. I actually do find a minute or two, here and there, to chat with patients or get their visitors a cup of coffee, and if a patient really needs it, I can usually find ten minutes to pull up a chair and listen. My shift ends at 0730, and I'm usually out by 0800, but sometimes I run seriously over. I will never again, even in jest, tell my NM that charting isn't so bad at $30/hr, but I continue to tell myself, "If they wanted a
good nurse, they should have hired one." I take the assignment I'm given, do the best I can with it, try to do most of my grumbling in the privacy of the med room, try very hard to leave work behind when I walk out the door, and try to remember, in my heart of hearts, that I do love my stupid job.
I think being happy as a nurse requires a sort of functional schizophrenia.
You have to build a bunch of mental compartments. You need a place to stick your personnal problems while you're at work. You need a place--or several--to stick all the BS that takes you away from the real work. You need a "happy place" to visit as you're scarfing down your ten-minute lunch. You need a quiet little place you can hide in (at least mentally, and if possible, physically) when it's time to "chart like the wind," and you need a place where you're Supernurse and actually feel like you know what you are doing, sometimes.
Reality can be manageable, if you break it up into bite-sized pieces.
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