I Think I've Just About Had It.......

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.......with my job. Maybe even my career.

On the surface, I've got it made: a secure, full-time day shift job with a day off right in the middle of the week, and no weekends. I work with many fine professionals and have a multitude of friends, two managers whom I adore (and one whom I at least don't hate), and while there's a weasel or two in every chickenhouse, those hateful, hypercritical perfectionist types are everywhere, and this hospital has fewer of them than any other place I've ever worked. I've worked here several times, once as an aide and twice as a nurse, and this time I've stayed over two years........a record for someone who'd never stuck with one position for longer than 19 months.

Maybe it's that old restlessness again. Maybe I'm just ready for a change. But what I do know is that my body just isn't tolerating the beating of a typical Med/Surg workday anymore.......I've been sick with one damn thing after another since mid-January, been to the hospital three times, admitted once for three days, had surgery, and now am fighting a kidney infection that came on despite two rounds of antibiotics. Why?? I've never been like this before in my life........up until this past year, I rarely if ever got sick, and if I did, it was ONE day, two at most. Now I spend WEEKS trying to get over one thing or another.......flu/bronchitis in Jan/Feb., chest pain and viral myocarditis in Feb., kidney stones and another round of bronchitis in Mar/April, surgery in late April, and now I get pyelo after the stents came out.

So, this has played nelly-hell with my status at work. I've been verbally warned, given corrective action (basically, a write-up), and now denied a promotion because I've been out sick so much that I've had to apply for FMLA (medical leave of absence). All of which, from a management standpoint, I completely understand.........after all, they're in the business of taking care of people, and if I can't be there doing what they hired me to do, they have to find someone who can.

But I can't ignore the very real possibility that, as more than one close friend or family member has told me, the physical stress of my job is more than my body can take anymore. It hurts my back to push beds over carpeted floors, but I do it because everyone is expected to be able to do this. It pains my soul to give the job all I've got and have it not be enough. I come home four evenings a week from my 11AM-7PM shift completely exhausted and ready for bed, not for spending quality time with my family and hearing about THEIR day. I gained all the weight back that I lost last summer and then some (I've since re-shed 23# of it) in no small part because as the 11 o'clock person, I'm seen as the 'break' nurse, and thus I'm assumed to not need lunch or breaks myself.....I rarely, if ever, get lunch before 2:30 PM. (Which in turn led me to snarfing down everything that wasn't red hot or nailed down!)

The weight, of course, only makes everything harder, so while I'm doing what I can to at least lose what I regained, it's going to take some time. In the meantime, my immune system is shot, I haven't felt good in months, and because my family depends on my income, I don't have the luxury of NOT pushing myself to go back to work too soon after an illness or surgery. I'm also trapped in a shift I have grown to dislike intensely......there's too much noise, too many extraneous people to stumble over, too many 'suits', too many families, admissions, post-ops, orders, and busy-work. The other night I was actually asked to work 3-11, and I was reminded of how badly I really do miss my old shift........it's still busy, but so much CALMER than day shift (and will someone tell me why we have to do so much more work for less money?!).

I didn't have to go look for a CNA to keep track of my post-op vital signs or do them myself; the night shift aides just do them without being told. (I'm very anal about this, and it frustrates me that the aides on days always need to be reminded, or they go out to smoke when vitals are due, or they fall behind and 'forget' to tell us nurses until it's too late.) The phone wasn't ringing off the hook. The 'suits' were all gone by 4PM. The noise level dropped so fast at 7 it was like the entire floor had folded up for the night. I had plenty to do, with three very heavy care patients and a post-op, but it was so much more do-able when I didn't have to deal with all the overstimulation and I had actual help with the incontinent patients.......it was delightful, and I went home tired but much more relaxed.

Now, there is officially no 3-11 shift anymore; believe me, if I could go back to it---and I've asked before---I would in a New York Minute. The only way to do it is to go casual, which means losing my health insurance (NOT a good thing, with over $15,000 in hospital/doctor/pharmacy bills racked up this year alone). I've gone so far as to put in a request for a transfer to our corporation's flagship hospital 12 miles away; there's a part-time 3-11 position open there that would allow me to keep my benefits AND probably pay more. It also might not be a bad idea to transfer anyway; the actual floors are set up in 'pods' where you don't have to walk so far just to answer a call light or get supplies, and I've heard their staffing ratios are better than ours (and ours aren't bad).

But I really hate the idea of leaving, even though I know it would likely be for the best. And I'm afraid I'm going to have to give up Med/Surg sooner rather than later, because even though I love the work, the job itself is getting to be more than I can take. I've got to support my family and pay my bills, of course, which is why this decision is going to be a hard one no matter which way I go with this. If nothing else, being ill for so much of the time lately has given me some perspective on humans' endless quest for money and material comforts; even though we have to have at least some to be completely satisfied. Life, I've decided, is too short to be this discontented; the world, too beautiful to be seen only through eyes dimmed by fatigue and tears.

I look forward to any insight you all may have to share with me. :)

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.

What delightful responses, Tweety and sbic!!

I had a rather fitful night's sleep last night, thinking about all of this, but instead of feeling even more draggy and tired, I'm suddenly energized! This is the best I've felt in weeks.......maybe even months. I think the antibiotics are kicking in, for one thing, but I also feel a lot better mentally, having brought this subject up and analyzing it with the assistance of my friends here. (Helluva lot cheaper than therapy!!) So, thank you everyone who's responded so far........without ever having met any of you face-to-face, I feel your caring and compassion, and it means more to me than you can ever know. :)

Tweety, you're not old either......you've kept yourself in reasonable shape, you try to eat right and exercise most of the time, and you realize your limits. That's why you, in terms of biological age, are probably at least a decade or more younger than I am, and why you can still perform your job physically while it takes every ounce of effort I can make to get through a shift. The question for me now is not so much "Can I do this?", to which the instant answer is "Of course!" I've always prided myself on being able to do this job in spite of my weight, my chronic pain issues, my asthma and so on. But I've reached the point now where I'm wondering WHY I should continue to punish myself physically........to what end? What am I trying to prove, and to whom?

They say the definition of insanity is to keep doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting different results. I'm beginning to realize that this is exactly what I've been doing for most of my life, and now I'm paying the price. It isn't just about my job, my body habitus or what I do to cope with bad feelings, it's an entire mindset that was learned very early in life and only now am I recognizing it for what it is: self-defeating behavior. I've overcome many problems and succeeded at many things in my life---in fact, I've achieved pretty much everything I ever wanted badly enough.

But I don't see that. I see the parts that still need fixing; I fret endlessly over my imperfections and criticize myself unmercifully for being too lazy to work on them consistently. I feel as though I've spent my entire life trying to overcome something or other, yet I'm never satisfied with what I accomplish, so I overestimate what I'm physically and emotionally able to give, and I over-promise. Then when the inevitable happens and I end up disappointing someone, I feel guilty, and thus the cycle of self-destructive thinking continues.

This, my friends, is a major breakthrough for me. Today the fog which has enveloped me like a toxic cloud for months has lifted, and suddenly it's all clear as a bell: changing my job, changing where I live, changing my diet---NONE of it will make a difference as long as I keep dragging the old guilt along with me. If I can let it go.......if I can just accept myself, warts and all, as I am accepted by my family and friends.......then it won't matter what sort of work I do, where I go, what I weigh. What a truly liberating concept!!

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.
Hugs to all here. I guess I am the poster child as to what NOT do do when we get older, have physical limitations and are feeling overloaded...I shared this on one of our depression threads.

What NOT to do is to keep running like a rat on a wheel, ignoring the messages your body and mind are sending you. Either we can respond to these feeling early, or the issue gets forced on us later. Our bodies and minds will not be ignored...what they are telling us is real. Better to look at choices open to us earlier on vs having things taken out of our hands by a mental or physical 'breakdown.'

I guess what I'm saying is we should be proactive vs reactive with these things.Getting older is reality...and consider the alternative. ;)

Marla please consider going casual or part time if you can afford it. At lease you have more rest days between shifts. Or reconsider a less stressful position elsewhere if you can.

One of the things my therapist works with me on is laugh therapy...I gotta laught 15 minutes each day. If nothing else I find I can laugh at myself, and the superwoman image I've cultivated for so many years. I don't think I'm alone..there are lots of superwomen and men on this board. We are the ones who burn out.

I can really relate to where you are...please take care. Sending out good thoughts to you.

Thank you so much! You are SO right......if we don't address these issues sooner, they slap us right upside the head later. That's what's happened to me this year. As I said to the ER doc last Saturday, "I just ain't been livin' right!" and I was only half kidding.

And laughter........Lord knows I'd be ten times kookier than I already am if I hadn't developed a wicked sense of humor. Sadly, it's been a long time since I've found much of anything rip-snortingly, milk-erupting-out-of-your-nose, tears-squirting-from-your-eyes funny........probably ought to start with myself!! :chuckle

Specializes in Med-Surg, Trauma, Ortho, Neuro, Cardiac.

Marla, you are very self-aware and that is admirable. I certainly don't advocate pushing yourself beyond your limits. Just don't surrender to the old folks home or medical/psychiatric disability yet, continue to work on that diet and exercise program, while making job-related adjustments. There's so much I admire about your strength, and self-awareness that is inspiring. I appreciate so much you're sharing.

Sbic, I hear what you're saying as well. Shame, shame, shame on any nurse/martyr/superwoman who pushing herself nonstop without taking time to pee, eat, or get help moving heavy equipment/patients. No wonder you're so old and tire and beatup and battered in your middle age. j/k. LOL

And laughter........Lord knows I'd be ten times kookier than I already am if I hadn't developed a wicked sense of humor. Sadly, it's been a long time since I've found much of anything rip-snortingly, milk-erupting-out-of-your-nose, tears-squirting-from-your-eyes funny........probably ought to start with myself!! :chuckle

well take it from someone who knows about laughing. i see humor in the most warped, sickly ways and laugh easily at so much. i'm a horrible example as a mother because i laugh at things my darling dtr has told me, about what the boys at school call me (can't say it here). and then hours later i'll scold myself for not saying "tiffany you should tell your boy friends that is disrespectful!" but then i giggle again.......and dribble every time. :chuckle

Specializes in Hemodialysis, Home Health.
.. but then i giggle again.......and dribble every time. :chuckle

Now THAT visual is rip-snortingly funny !!! :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl:

Now THAT visual is rip-snortingly funny !!! :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl:

those damned detrusors. :chuckle

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.
those damned detrusors. :chuckle

BWAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! :rotfl: :rotfl: :rotfl: Even in the middle of crisis, you always come up with the great one-liners!!!!! You should be a comedian........I know I'd come to your show :p The mental pictures of you laughing, and then ~SLORP~ .........well, as Larry the Cable Guy always says: "I don't care who y'are, that's FUNNY"!!

This, my friends, is a major breakthrough for me. Today the fog which has enveloped me like a toxic cloud for months has lifted, and suddenly it's all clear as a bell: changing my job, changing where I live, changing my diet---NONE of it will make a difference as long as I keep dragging the old guilt along with me. If I can let it go.......if I can just accept myself, warts and all, as I am accepted by my family and friends.......then it won't matter what sort of work I do, where I go, what I weigh. What a truly liberating concept!!

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Best wishes to you Marla. I agree with you that "letting go" and as some religious and spiritual people will say "letting God" is the perfect answer to your situation. God loves you, your family and friends love you, now you just need to love yourself. You can do it! Not under your own power, but the almighty power of God.

I agree with all the previous posters regarding your circumstances. If you don't mind I will pray about your situation and ask for healing and deliverance.

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.

Thank you, Mijourney......I can use all the prayers and good thoughts I can get! :p

I too am a spiritual person, and even in these past few months which have been so difficult, I've stayed in touch with God and talked with Him on a regular basis. Maybe that's why things are beginning to come together a little now.......He does test us from time to time, and every so often when I get complacent and comfortable, He plants his boot in my posterior and gives me a shove! :chuckle

Specializes in NICU.
I am by nature sensual and lazy, and hard physical work that hurts me and wears me out must be my subconscious attempt to expiate what I have been taught all my life are mortal sins.

You and me both, Marla (can I call you Marla?) Someday, we Jews/Catholics/everybody else raised in a guilt-fostering tradition will figure out that we do not have to constantly compensate the universe for the unforgiveable sin of our inborn suckiness.

Would it help if I confessed that I totally look up to you? I know I don't know you, but to paraphrase franemtrn's sig, just because we've never met doesn't mean you don't inspire me. I wanna still be sassy and kick-*ss like you when I "grow up".

Specializes in LTC, assisted living, med-surg, psych.
You and me both, Marla (can I call you Marla?) Someday, we Jews/Catholics/everybody else raised in a guilt-fostering tradition will figure out that we do not have to constantly compensate the universe for the unforgiveable sin of our inborn suckiness.

Would it help if I confessed that I totally look up to you? I know I don't know you, but to paraphrase franemtrn's sig, just because we've never met doesn't mean you don't inspire me. I wanna still be sassy and kick-*ss like you when I "grow up".

Awwww........shucks, I'm speechless. :imbar

Actually, that is probably among the top 10 nicest things anyone ever said to me. Thank you, dear, you just made my day. :kiss

Oh, and by all means call me Marla......everybody here knows me by that name. :)

Specializes in NICU.
Awwww........shucks, I'm speechless. :imbar

Actually, that is probably among the top 10 nicest things anyone ever said to me. Thank you, dear, you just made my day. :kiss

Oh, and by all means call me Marla......everybody here knows me by that name. :)

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And as to your signature? WORD.

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