I work as a PCT at an ICU and just currently started nursing school. Last Thursday towards the end of shift I was waved into a room by a doctor. I rarely talk to the doctors at my job. It's not personal or anything like that. They know they don't need to confer with me and I know I don't need to confer with them. This was a peculiar set of events and I was curious to say the least. As soon as I arrived in patients room I was immediately talk to in a way I have not been talked to in a long long time. I was immediately demeaned as she badgered me about how nobody on this unit follows the rules and the patient should not be sitting in a recliner in from of thousands dollars worth of equipment (she was referring to the bedside computer). I was calm and asked if she would like me to move her up a little so she could use it. She immediately barked back 'yes' and that would be needing a chair. I walked over past the cabinet and told her there is usually a chair hanging on the wall in every room but this time there wasn't and she barked back again. I wish I could paint the picture of how she talked to me because I'm not doing her any justice on this post. What's comical is I've never seen a doctor (Ever!) on this unit chart by the bedside. The hospital is brand new and they were given their own private office full of computers where they can chart but they instead use the ones the techs and nurses need. Her high and mightly attitude blew me away. The daughter of the patient was even the one who put her in the recliner but that didn't matter and that isn't the point. Where the patient was, was an ideal spot because it allowed her to be right in front of her television. In my head while I was in the room I was thinking..."Sorry Massa, I don't know how the chair got in front of the computer massa, how can I help Massa?"
My dad was a doctor and didn't treat people like that. You treat everyone equally in my book. Your profession is a huge part of you but it is not who are. Everyone from every aspect of life should be treated exactly as you would treat a doctor, the pope, or Jesus Christ reincarnated. I can't seem to let this thing go. It's been three days and I still have not let go of this. I could use some advice.