Ok...I really need to vent a bit.
I am a somewhat new nurse who got into nursing to help people. I love people, have always been a people person, and have always reached out to those in need. I feel terrible saying this, but I am getting to where I don't like people at all. I do have some patients who are really great, but I don't have time for them do to the obnoxious ones who hit the call bell every 15 minutes. And of course even though you know who it is, and what it is because you have dealt with it 12 hours a night for the last two nights you have to drop what your doing (even helping the quiet ones in need). If you don't then you will get in trouble from management for not answer your call lights within a timely manner. You get the folks who call for their narcs every 15 minutes even though you just gave them 20 minutes before, and aren't due them again for 3 1/2 hours, but you have to go in each time they call (right skippy now) because if you don't the light will escalate to a manger who feels pain is an emergency right after ABC, and you didn't respond. It doesn't matter that you haven't been able to care for the other 6 patients they have entrusted to your care, and there is absoultly nothing you can do but say its still not time which is would remember, but he is on Metodone, PCA Dilaudid, Lyrica, Norco 10's and screaming for more.
And woe is me they might complain. I am feel like I am a waitress, but instead of drinks I bring narcotics. The only difference is people would be arrested for treating a waitress for the way its acceptable to treat a nurse. Then you have the snooty horrible awful patients who feel they have checked into the Ritz for the weekend. They want their pillow fluffed, their apple sauce warmed, their feetsies tucked in. One women wanted to send me out to the whole foods store for her specialty brand of peanut butter. The fact that you have a post op who really is in need of care pales in comparison to the fact that they want lemon in their water.
And then their are the drama queens (usually young women, but occasionally women in their 30's 40's). They generally are surrounded by family 24/7. They call you in every 10 minutes because their head hurts, their tummy hurts, their feet are tingly, they feel constipated etc etc etc. Each call their is panic in their voice, and when you get to the room the family is gathered around the death bed, the tone is emergent, and Scarlet requires immediate assistance for whatever ails her. I can't believe it when someone has elective surgery (they chose to do it) and then they call me in and act amazed that whatever they had surgery on hurts. Even if common sense fails you I would think that would have been part of the Drs pre surgical education...it will hurt, and even with the best pain meds there will still be come pain.
And then you have the folks who call you in stating their pain is a 10 while laughing with family, eating ice cream, and complaining that the blankets are too thin. Really if your pain was a 10 you wouldn't give a rats behind about the blankets, would not be eating ice cream, and you certainly would be sincerely laughing and smiling like the day is long.
And management what is wrong with management. Really???? How can they be so far removed from reality? They have to know all of this is going on. Didn't they used to be nurses or at least work in some clinical capacity?
I really am starting to dislike people. This X-mas I didn't volunteer, didn't donate, didn't do anything. When I used to walk by a homeless man on the street I would give him a $ and want to do more. I would reach out, volunteer, and had a soft heart. Now it doesn't bother me at all. Is nursing making me a horrible person?