Kooky Korky 11,911 Views
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One of the best nurses (that I know) for psych situations, combative patients, etc is a former prison guard in a mens prison. She decided that wasn't what she wanted to do for the rest of her working life so went to nursing school. She is fierce.
One of my classmates became a NICU nurse. You should see him handling those tiny little babies. This is a big hulking man, who has the most gentle touch. And he is very good at what he does.
My point: Every nurse, regardless of gender, brings something to the table. Gender shouldn't have anything to do with it. Skill should.
I agree with not starting a comment with "I feel" . . . that will get you no respect. "I think" is better.
However, I kinda like the idea of scratching my pits and making quiet monkey noises. However, since you are new, I'd refrain from that.
Best advice, unless the comment is directed at you, I'd just do my job and let it go. Until you think you are more accepted as a member of the team and people can trust you to do your job well . . . then you could speak up!
I work with one physician who commonly spouts off about stuff and most of the time I just roll my eyes at him but sometimes, I've taken him aside and told him what I THINK. He has a "good nurse/bad nurse" list . . . I always ask if I'm still on the "good nurse" list and he has always said "yes" with a smile.
Call HR and follow it up by a written complaint. You want it on file for your protection. Such language is unacceptable under any circumstances. Do not reply to him , do not entertain him, do not add a comment. Just walk away and do the above.
For all the people saying, "How would lay people know it's illegal to share controlled substances?" every time I've filled a controlled script, it had an orange sticker right on it informing me so.
I didn't catch how old the OP is, but I have the impression she is young.
A younger person, not a nurse so maybe not knowledgeable about meds is given a med by her mother. We are thinking of the OP as an adult and comparing her to a nurse. She might be a non med savvy, semi-sheltered young adult living with her parents and lacking life experience. How many non nurses think drug tests are to test for street drugs? I hope this isn't the end of a dream.
Remember that time your entire shift at work was filled with patients praising the saintly work you do, calling on you as the angel that you are, and respecting you as a profession, and maybe even as a person? No? Me neither. I work as an emergency room nurse in an inner-city hospital, and the majority of my day is spent sweating profusely, reassuring patients that I really don’t have another sandwich to give them, doling out medication like Altoids, and cleaning up an exotic variety of bodily fluids (how a human can have so many different types and combinations is beyond me). And like nurses all around the world, in all different healthcare settings and specialties, I am sworn at, talked down to, yelled at, and ever so often, threatened. Ahhh, yes. Nursing.
Don’t get me wrong. I love being a nurse. Though it was once more pastel Pinterest-esque quotes about healing hands and all heroes not wearing capes that fueled my understanding of what nursing was when I was a student, it is now actual clinical experience as a professional nurse that reinforces to me just what nursing actually is, and how despite so many negative factors, it is also awe-inspiring.
Is nursing a calling? To me, yes. Is it always glamorous? Obviously, no. Nursing is almost impossible to describe, considering its fluidity in its every aspect: the ever-changing amount of difficulty, excitement, and reward, even on a day to day basis. I may never be bored, but I may always be exhausted. Nursing is creative, interactive, and hands-on. It is also rare-I don’t believe many other jobs involve such a full body experience of mind, body, and soul.
Last night I had an older patient that was unable to use the majority of the right side of his body due to a previous stroke. He was painstakingly attempting to feed himself applesauce with his working arm. In an effort to give the man a sense of normalcy, and maybe maintain his dignity, I only moved the cup around to ease his interaction with the spoon, and did not attempt to feed him directly or point out anything that had spilled. Finally, after too much fallen food, the man put down his spoon and said, “I’m a disgusting eater.” When I tried to reassure him that he was fine, that this was not a big deal, and that honestly, this wasn’t even close to the most disgusting thing I had seen all day, he shook his head and put the spoon down. He whispered, “I’m done eating”, and turned his head away, even though clearly he was still hungry. I tried to urge him to continue, but my words fell on deaf ears and stubbornly closed eyes.
I went home later that night and told my roommate about what had happened. To my horror I started crying as I told the story (I generally only cry at surprise military homecoming videos and animal deaths in movies). Even so, it wasn’t hard for me to know why: the heartbreaking look of frustrating, embarrassment, and finality on that man’s face had struck a tender-and-not-yet-burned-out chord within me. What must it be like, to have your mind be as you always knew it to be, but your body will not listen? What is it like to know what you once could do, and to know what you no longer can? What does that type of indignity feel like?
Nursing can take a little bit from you each day, I think. You can give yourself so fully each shift, be it through putting a patient’s needs before your own, by going above and beyond what your job description entails, or even just by showing up to take care of someone new when you’re still emotionally exhausted from the day before. But even at its most frustrating, its most negative, its most paperwork filled/tiring/disgusting/ridiculous worst, nursing is hauntingly, heartbreakingly beautiful. Because you are a witness to someone else’s struggle, to someone else’s pain, to someone else’s fight against death. It was a moment like yesterday that reminds me to keep my head up, to keep my smile on, to keep pushing myself to be the best nurse that I can be for each patient, because how many other people, other professions, or other job descriptions see such indignity, such heartbreak, such defeat?
To any and all nurses reading this, no matter how often you are disrespected, broken down, exhausted, or burned out, remember that YOU are amazing, special, awe-inspiring, and life changing. You hold the hands, clean the mess, provide the comfort, and witness the heartbreak. You are honor in a moment of indignity.
Web I started my clinicals in nursing school I would get dizzy, sweaty and lightheaded during report, before even taking on the patient. I almost passed out a few times with people asking if I was pregnant(definitely was not the case), or if something else was going on. I had no real pertinent medical history, but went to see my doctor. I was terrified that if I couldn't get through one semester of nursing school, how could I stand a career in this field that I have always wanted to do? Well my doctor said it was probably just anxiety and maybe some low blood sugar and recommend a high protein diet and a SSRI. I gained a lovely 40 lbs that year, and was able to finish clinicals without hitting the floor. I graduated and started work on CTSU with just a few episodes of the dizzy spells. After 2.5 years of nursing I did notice that my HR was chugging along around 120 all the time, and I again chalked it up to anxiety(my dad had just passed away at 61 and my best friend had lost her baby at 8 mo pregnant 2 weeks after my dad) as well as still holding on to some of that glorious weight I had gained. One night I was sitting on my couch watching Teen Mom and I felt my heart was racing, but wasn't related to the MTV programming. My boyfriend at the time(now husband) was working and is a medic so he said come by and he would do an EKG. Well my heart was racing along around 145 and sustained that stable sinus tach. I made an appointment the next day with cardiology. They did an echo and that showed a floppy atrial septum and said I probably had a PFO. My mom was with me(I was 27 at this time and still wanted my mom), and our jaws both dropped. No one had ever said anything to us back in the 80s about any heart issues. So then comes the insurance fight to have my PFO closed, fast-forward a year and my heart procedure is finally approved. They were going to put gore-tex in my heart via the cath lab. During the procedure they actually figured out it was an atrial septal defect, but were still able to repair it. Because of my ASD I wasn't always getting the most oxygenated blood flowing around, and add in the tachycardia only compounded it. Looking back I believe I was probably in SVT those times and just not getting flow like a normal person. I have been a nurse almost 5 years and I now work in PACU at a Level 1 trauma center and am beta-blocked with only mild shunting with valsalva.
Long story short: many congratulations and I definitely understand your plight!
Today, I want to announce to everyone here that I'm thankful for everyone's tips, advice, suggestions, and so much more on this great website. I don't know how I would have gone through my struggles without AllNurses.com, it's such a great place for everything nursing related. Well, I finally got in the mail my RN License and I went jumping for joy, down my neighborhood. The feeling was surreal, seemed so out of this world.
But prior to all this, I was struggling with an unknown disability throughout nursing school. I knew I wasn't the best student in theory, but I worked hard and delivered for my patients no matter what in clinical. Several times, I would get primary syncope and orthostatic intolerance, intense flushing, brain fog, headaches, IBS, sleep apnea, felt like I had to manually breathe, and a slew of other problems. It just came out of nowhere. Before taking the NCLEX-RN, in April I went to the physician to ask for Special Accommodations but got shot down, because he was afraid the Accommodations would affect my job eligibility so he refused. A few people on this site agreed as well. I wrote about that in this post here: Dr refuse to sign accommodations for NCLEX.
At this point, I was thinking "Great, I have health issues, but can't get extended time or help." Flash forward to October and I was diagnosed with POTS, or Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome - just a little over a week before my NCLEX. POTS is a little known autonomic nervous system dysfunction that primarily causes orthostatic intolerance (Bear in mind OI has been well known for years), where the person's position change from supine to standing would cause either high or low BP and intense tachycardia. There's also decreased cerebral blood flow, which explains brain fog. But it also comes with alot of other symptoms and conditions like IBS. Thinking like a nurse, I wore an abdominal binder, medical grade compression stockings, and put myself on a high Na diet with lab work done periodically - before the doctors even suggested those ideas.
So there I was, with an NCLEX in a week, sick, having some financial problems, had people doubting that I couldn't pass because of my condition, and the all too familiar creeping anxiety after finding out the diagnosis - a diagnosis that has plagued me all these years.
But do you know what? I refused to give up or re-schedule my test. I refused to get special accommodations. I refused to give in to this disease. I chose to fight on. 3 days before the exam, I went on a break, went shopping, worked out, had fun with the family. The night before, I prepared my clothing, breakfast, faced the alarm clock the other way, did a little prayer, and somehow, went to sleep. That was surprising that morning I woke up because I normally stay up all night due to anxiety and insomnia. Whether it was the alarm clock technique or the little prayer that did it for me, I truly don't know. But I walked out on the NCLEX at 80-or so questions and a smile on my face.
Went home, took a nap, and did the Pearson Vue Trick - got the good pop up! I defied my disability without help and turned away my doubters.
I did it.
Today, reflecting on my history, my struggles, the license I now hold in my hand, and a job offer already, I just wouldn't want my story to end in any other way. This was my very own personal underdog story and I want to share this with all my fellow pre-nursing students, nursing students, fellow nurses disabled or not, and human beings in general. I don't know what awaits me in this new upcoming chapter in my life, but I hope to count this story as one of the many countless success stories here on allnurses.com.
Thank you all.
Let me share my experience I had when it came to a vacation request for it changed my life.*
I worked 14 years at the same hospital. I had perfect attendance, never called in, not once. I did leave early one day when I got a phone call from a school nurse and had to pick up my injured son many years back.*
I worked ICU with maxed out sick time "450hrs" and maxed out vacation time "250hrs." I would lose money every week I went to work , it was like blowing away in the wind.*
I put in a 2 week vacation request 5 month in advance and the new ICU unit Manager making a name for herself, let's call her. Miss Queenbee. Well Miss Queenbee told me, "No" the moment I put the vacation request in her hand. She stating the hospital plans on opening a open heart unit that month in the ICU and no vacations where being given for the 2 summer month. This did not happen.*
This was not acceptable to me, but I was prepared because I already made out my termination of employment notice to start on the same date preparing for this very answer.* I went to my locker grabbed it and handed this to her 5 minutes later and discussed the content of the letter in her office.*
Three weeks later I received a hand written unsigned note in my locker, stating my vacation request was approved, but it was unsigned. This was strange, and rightly so for when the month came I was to go on vacation I was still on the master schedule to work. I confronted Miss Queenbee and she said; "don't pay attention to that, I don't want the other nurses to know you have off." I didn't trust her, but ok, what was I to do? The last working day before my vacation I brought in a cake worked and said my goodbyes to my co-workers and end of shift.* I was going on vacation.*
While on vacation the following week and out of state I was called by the charge nurse and asked; "When will I be in? Your 30 minutes late." I informed the charge nurse I was on vacation and out of state. I was written up as a "NoShow." I didn't pick up any more phone calls from the hospital and had a great vacation, seminar and family event. *
When I came back and went to work my badge didn't open the door, then in the unit I found out I was crossed off the master schedule and told I was fired for having 6 shifts of no shows. *
The following morning I went to HR and calmly gave a copy of the Notice of my employment*termination I submitted five months earlier to Miss Queenbee along with the unsigned note put in my locker. They didn't take this seriously until I shared I had another thing in my possession, a recorded 2 minute conversation with Miss Queenbee on my cell phone when I handed in my termination of employment 5 month back and played it. I stated I would be seeking legal counsel and walked out.*
I was called the following day by the CNO and told; Miss Queenbee was dismissed and no longer worked for this company and if I wanted my job It was their for me. I thanked her but kindly decline to come back to a working relationship with this for profit company. The same day I went to the University where I attained my BSN and was welcome with open arms as a alumni to*continue my education and I started in 2 days the MSN-FNP program. *
A week later I received my vacation pay and more amazing was the 450 hours of sick time pay which had no cash value, but was paid it.* I was very happy and did not seek council.*
I was now in a MSN-FNP program at the University and went into Travel Nursing working in state while In school and clinicals. Today I am no longer at the bed side. At times I miss it but then I think of Miss Queenbee and that feeling goes away real quick.*
Hope my experience empowers you to always cover yourself and be prepared.* The CNO 'Chief Nursing Officer' this same person years earlier made a statement I'll never forget to a group of us nurses on a another unrelated issue. She said; "Nurses are nothing more then part of the room charge."* I never forgot that, never! And don't you or any other nurse working in a hospital. If a nurse doesn't believe that Statement, I would have to say; "they are delusional, for I lived it." **
I hope the OP will come back and tell us how it all worked out in the end, whether the time was approved as a LOA but unpaid, or denied. I have seen many different policies in many different places, but the one common theme was that you could not take time off unless you had benefit time to cover it. If you didn't have enough vacation time then you couldn't take the time, it was really that simple.
I guess you could think of it this way, from the company's perspective. If an employee who doesn't need the paycheck but works there to keep up skills or whatever decides she wants to take off two weeks every six weeks then I think the facility would have to say No, you don't have the time accrued so you can't take it off. It isn't a PRN job, right? So the OP should expect that if they want to be very nice about it (this once!) then fine, she'll get the unpaid time off approved. But I wouldn't count on it happening again!
The reason I took the medication is because I believe it was a very generic prescription for anxiety. That's the only reason. I was obviously wrong and won't make another mistake like that.
The reason I took the medication is because I believed it was a very generic prescription for anxiety. That's the only reason. I was obviously wrong and won't make another mistake like that.
This may sound a little harsh, but you are NOT nursing material. You took a controlled substance without a prescription. And to top this off, your mother gave it to you.
Technology consultants (informatics) who work with facilities to implement, upgrade and/or change electronic documentation systems/ehr. Good money but you will live on the road.
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