Mental Break or Mental BreakDOWN
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Hey there. I work 11p-7a 5 nights a week (big mistake there) on a very busy med-surg/oncology/hospice floor. I honestly feel like the stress that I get from this job is not worth having the job itself. I have been a nurse since July. Granted, I am starting to feel more comfortable, but it seems as if the nights where I think "I have never had a night this bad", always seem to get their match. The past few weeks have been horrible and yes I was warned it'd be bad for the holidays, but come on. Honestly, all I can say is I am sick of the sick people. I got someone to work for me tonight because I just needed a night off. I don't even care about losing money anymore. I have become so secluded, miserable and depressed since starting this job. I have always hated public places (dx with social anxiety a few years back) but now I completely avoid them. Our grocery store is open 24/7 and I find it perfectly normal to go shopping at 1am on a night that I have off, to avoid people. I am so worn down and "burn out" already but I feel like I don't have a right to be because I just started. I am working with nurses who have been on this floor for 20+ years. It seems as though the patient load and acuteness just seems to be getting heavier. Last night we had 32 patients on our floor. I was one of the lucky ones who only got 6 patients, not 7. One has been having blood glucose problems for 2 days. She starts acting VERY WEIRD. I do an accu check and its 527, wow ok. Do another and its 208. Wait 15 minutes do another and its 68. Send down a STAT blood glucose draw, which takes a freaking half hour to come back, and its 36. She got 1/2 an amp of D50 only to be back at 50 by 6am (she got the d50 at 2). One completely dependent who keeps making me call his wife at ungodly hours. One who needs assist to BSC and takes what seems like hours to shuffle over to it. Pain meds after pain meds after pain meds. Some nights I think that's all I do. 32 year old male accidentally pulls out IV at 3am, very pleasant, completely oriented "got it caught on his bed". Ok, I like this patient, I don't let it bother me too much. Get the IV back in and he gets his prescribed 4mg Dilaudid at 0415. 0700 he is found unresponsive when someone goes in to get him into a wc to go down to ultrasound. I am in completely dependent man's room on the phone with his wife when I hear "Code One room 520". I am like WHAT IN THE WORLD IS GOING ON!?!?! 32 year old completely normal man all night long. They are blaming the Dilaudid. He had it twice before that and was fine, plus it was 3 hours after he had it, but ok. Most days I'm just glad that everyone's alive when I leave in the AM (if they are). I have seen so many horrible things in these past few months, felt so stressed, so broken down, so wanting to just quit, that I am wondering how in the world anyone does this for so long. This is such a love/hate job for me. Is this how it will always be? It's like it's either really good, or REALLY BAD. I seem to have more of the REALLY BAD. The other nurses on nights have even made comments before that "wow you always get the patients with issues". By the way, that guy was alright. I was helping to wheel him down to the ICU at 0720 (and yes I'm supposed to be leaving at 0730). Oh the joys of nursing.