My boss got tired of my complaints about the corners I had to cut trying to give nursing care that I could live with. She retired me (AKA found somebody to lie about me, fire me, contest my 6 months unemployment, and challenge my license). After three years of extreme poverty the stress of 23 years of hospital work (mostly in the busiest ERs in town) I became physically disabled. My wife got SSI but even with our SSD it would not cover our predatorily overpriced mortgage and all the other expenses of living in a dying rust belt city. February this year, we moved to the Southwest and absolutely love it. Gorgeous weather, no crime, polite neighbors, wide open spaces and much lower cost-of-living makes us wonder why it took so long to get away from the hell hole that our nice neighborhood in Detroit had become.
At first I missed giving nursing care, but the more I think about it, the more foolish it seems that I spent so many years destroying my body (and my mind) trying to work in spite of the nurse managers and bean counters of hospital administration.
Whenever I think I miss nursing, all I have to do is read about the experiences of working nurses on this board. The latest is "nurses struggling with mental illness" where nurses are expected to disclose their medications to their employers. Have none of them heard of HIPPA? Wouldn't the hospital help a nurse get sued for disclosing health information to a third party? So nurses must treat everybody else's health information (except their own) in the world as priveleged? Whatever happened to privacy?
Yes, I do miss my patients, but the horse's behinds that "run" our "health care system?" Not at all.
Owney

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