I'm going to try to keep this brief. I'm in my second year of monitoring and getting ready to finish my first year working at my present job. I have a massive commute, but I only work 2 days a week. And frankly, with my history, I was lucky to find a job. I work in a psych hospital in the medical detox unit.
The thing is...I hate it. Hate it so bad. I mean, since I'm an addict, you would think I would have more patience for the population, but I have never worked with a more difficult patient population in my life. Foul language, abusive behaviors, bad attitudes, and behavioral codes for throwing crap all over, for say, getting the wrong meal tray. Fist fights, body checks, you name it. I'm very sensitive in general to conflict, so I feel like I shake internally the entire shift.
And to make matters worse, 2 of the most senior nurses on my shift are hell bent, out to throw me under the bus. I get nit picked and turned in to management for EVERYTHING. I brought a patient his pills in bed because he was withdrawing hard and I got reamed for "hindering his recovery" by not forcing him to be independant and come to the med station. See, I've been thru withdrawals and when you are pouring lava out your bum hole and vomiting while you are pooping, it's nice if someone brings you your pills. Silly crap like that.
I told my director about it, and she says it's jealousy based because several months ago I won an award from the CEO for excellence in patient care, complete with a ceremony on the unit. She and the clinical coordinator say they are very aware of the problem and are working on it. Honestly, that is nice to hear. But between the coworker issue and the patient population, I fantasize about transferring back to medical.
The problem is that I really need some solid time in one job for my employment record. And, I don't even know if medical would hire a monitored nurse. I'm passed my narc restriction, but I still am not allowed nights or intensive care, which is what I did before.
And on top of it all, my program requires me to take witnessed naltrexone...and it doesn't have a ton of side effects, but it has killed my sex life and I have lost all motivation to do even basic self care like showering and brushing my teeth. I'm on vacation this week and I only get out of bed to pee and eat. And they won't let me stop it...I've asked. I see a shrink and I'm on meds, but this pill just sucks every ounce of joy from your life. Pills and therapy can't touch it, and if I want to work as I nurse, I have to take it for my entire 5 year contract.
Okay, so this wasn't short. And I guess I'm not really looking for a solution. I just needed to throw it out into the void that I hate my job, I'm depressed, and life isn't much worth living...and I've got until March 2022 to live this way. I'm going to keep living, no worries there. I'm not suicidal. I'm just hating it right now.
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I'm going to try to keep this brief. I'm in my second year of monitoring and getting ready to finish my first year working at my present job. I have a massive commute, but I only work 2 days a week. And frankly, with my history, I was lucky to find a job. I work in a psych hospital in the medical detox unit.
The thing is...I hate it. Hate it so bad. I mean, since I'm an addict, you would think I would have more patience for the population, but I have never worked with a more difficult patient population in my life. Foul language, abusive behaviors, bad attitudes, and behavioral codes for throwing crap all over, for say, getting the wrong meal tray. Fist fights, body checks, you name it. I'm very sensitive in general to conflict, so I feel like I shake internally the entire shift.
And to make matters worse, 2 of the most senior nurses on my shift are hell bent, out to throw me under the bus. I get nit picked and turned in to management for EVERYTHING. I brought a patient his pills in bed because he was withdrawing hard and I got reamed for "hindering his recovery" by not forcing him to be independant and come to the med station. See, I've been thru withdrawals and when you are pouring lava out your bum hole and vomiting while you are pooping, it's nice if someone brings you your pills. Silly crap like that.
I told my director about it, and she says it's jealousy based because several months ago I won an award from the CEO for excellence in patient care, complete with a ceremony on the unit. She and the clinical coordinator say they are very aware of the problem and are working on it. Honestly, that is nice to hear. But between the coworker issue and the patient population, I fantasize about transferring back to medical.
The problem is that I really need some solid time in one job for my employment record. And, I don't even know if medical would hire a monitored nurse. I'm passed my narc restriction, but I still am not allowed nights or intensive care, which is what I did before.
And on top of it all, my program requires me to take witnessed naltrexone...and it doesn't have a ton of side effects, but it has killed my sex life and I have lost all motivation to do even basic self care like showering and brushing my teeth. I'm on vacation this week and I only get out of bed to pee and eat. And they won't let me stop it...I've asked. I see a shrink and I'm on meds, but this pill just sucks every ounce of joy from your life. Pills and therapy can't touch it, and if I want to work as I nurse, I have to take it for my entire 5 year contract.
Okay, so this wasn't short. And I guess I'm not really looking for a solution. I just needed to throw it out into the void that I hate my job, I'm depressed, and life isn't much worth living...and I've got until March 2022 to live this way. I'm going to keep living, no worries there. I'm not suicidal. I'm just hating it right now.