CseMgr1

If your daughter is hungry enough to demand waffles for breakfast, then she doesn't belong in here. BTW, the Waffle House is down the street......

Don't berate me, as I am trying to complete central line care on your loved one, who is terminally ill. I am just trying to do my job. And, don't get an attitude, when I honestly tell you that I do not know the answer to every question you ask me about her condition. And, if you want to report me for telling you that I am not a doctor, when you demand to know "why don't I know?", be my guest. The phone's right over there. You want my supervisor's phone number? Better yet, why don't you just leave? You are not only visibly upsetting the person you "claim" to care so much about, but are also interfering with her care.

Knock 'em dead, Sue! (Not literally!)

My sister actually said this to my BIL last week, after he demanded that she "get his blanket and cover him up" for the 900th time: "You're not going to start this (censored) again. Get it yourself". He has been doing it ever since.

I agree with the others. Give your two-week notice and move on. Better to resign than be fired.

With everything that is currently going on with my own family, I would have to respectfully decline. I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for them. Consequently, I will always be there for them...come hell, mud, flood or H1N1.

That stinks. I thought companies were supposed to have non-retaliation policies in place. But, (like everything else), rules are put in place only to be broken by those who could be affected by a potentially negative outcome....

My BIL underwent radical cancer surgery two weeks ago, which included a urostomy. He also has a Penrose drain with an ostomy bag for management of drainage from one of the surgical sites. My sister is having no problems with the urostomy. However, the Penrose drain and ostomy bag is giving her fits. No matter how small she cuts the opening to accomodate the drain or how well she cleans and preps his skin or any amount of adhesive will stop it from leaking. His HH nurse even tried using a special type of adhesive tape to seal and window it. Nothing works. Within hours of changing the ostomy, it has leaked through his clothes and onto the bed. She is becoming frustrated and exhausted from constantly having to wash and change sheets, clothing, etc. Any suggestions would be appreciated.

"We really couldn't afford you, when we hired you".

Who knows? The woman who chewed me up and spit me out actually had the gall to tell me (among other things): "This way we won't have to worry about you not showing up for work again". Excuse me? Did I not request and get those days off approved in advance? She says this as the supervisor who approved my days off sits there like a piece of furniture. The HH nurse who is caring for my BIL told my sister they are looking for help. I'm calling them tomorrow. Middle finger extended as the door closes behind me.

Case in point: Many of you may be aware of the recent illnesses of my sister and BIL. My sister was hospitalized in early April with a life-threatening flesh-eating bacterial infection. I asked for (and received) permission to take off two days to be with her. While she was hospitalized, my BIL, who has been undergoing treatment for kidney and bladder cancer during the past year, was told by his Urologist that the tumors in his bladder had returned with a vengeance, invading the wall and he was going to require radical cancer surgery.....ASAP. Knowing this and how sick my sister was, I immediately went to my supervisor and told her I would need to take off two more days (May 1st and 4th), to be with her the day of his surgery and those first two critical days afterwards. This request was also approved by my supervisor....and without question. Fast forward to today. My BIL is home from the hospital and is having a slow and difficult recovery. My sister, who still has not completely recovered from her own illness is exhausted and overwhelmed with the demands of his care. I am at work, and get summoned to my supervisor's office. It is there that I am told by her boss that if I continue on FT status and have to be out one more day to take care of my family (or whatever the reason), "I (and I am quoting her verbatim): am going to lose my job". I could not believe what I was hearing. She then demanded that I guarantee that I would not miss one more day of work "to be out with my family" during the next six months. I told her that I could not. I knew I was being set up like a lamb for the slaughter, and that's when she told me I was going on PRN status effective next Monday. My son was incredulous, when I told him what had happened. "I don't understand that, Mom", he said, upset. "That was like making you promise that a meteor is not going to hit the earth tomorrow". My BIL (God bless him...and I am crying, now), said: "Sis, you got your hours cut on account of me". My sister was equally devastated: "This is all my fault". Loyalty? HA! (ugly laugh). That is Corporate America's war cry for total and unquestioned obedience. They want to control and own you....in return for a measly paycheck. Looks like I am going to be job hunting....again. Good riddance to bad rubbish!

I commend you on your decision to pursue an alternate career path. Had I known 28 years ago what I now know, I would have done the same thing. Less than two months into my new job as a nursing supervisor, I was told yesterday that due to "budget constraints", one of my nurses is being let go, and the other is going to have to "take ownership" of the Clients who live near her. If she refuses, then I am going to wind up being responsible for every Client that we currently serve...in addition to all the new referrals as well as my responsibilities as a manager. I should have known something was up earlier, when the woman who made this decision told me, smiling: "You're going to need to learn some 'time management skills'". What she really meant was: "You're salaried, therefore we can do anything we want with you, so suck it up". I was told about all this within minutes after she made a hasty retreat back to her Ivory Tower in her luxury SUV. Hell, I wish I had a car! I just looked at my Manager and remarked sarcastically: "Happy Nurses' Week, eh?" I didn't care. This was the final straw in my career as a nurse. Period. I told my sister last night that one way or the other, I am going to find a way to retire and get out of this business....once and for all. You have your whole life ahead of you, and I wish you every happiness...away from nursing.

There has been a hiring freeze in effect since July where I work. And, just last week, one of our Administrative Assistants was let go and her position eliminated.

It will also save marriages. My sister and BIL are getting a divorce in January, so she can qualify for Medicaid.

Not being materialistic here, but I REALLY need a new car.

My sister, who is morbidly obese and has gallbladder disease, hypertension and back problems to boot, keeps her nightstand drawer stocked with peanuts, Milk Duds and 24-oz. bottles of Pepsi. "You know", I once told her, "You'd feel a WHOLE lot better, if you would at least try and lose some weight". "Oh, I can't", was her reply. "I'm too stressed". "Fine". I said. "It's your funeral". "Why are you being so mean?", she wanted to know. "Because you don't want to hear the truth," I replied. She knew I was right.....as she reached for another box of Milk Duds. (((Sigh))))

I found out just how discriminatory they are, when a former supervisor encouraged me to take their certification exam in home health...and I was turned down flat because I didn't have a BSN. My supervisor couldn't believe it. They would not even take in consideration my then-ten-plus years of documented QI and management experience.

I guess I am from a different school, but I have seen firsthand what a lack of discipline will do to kids. My two grandsons have destroyed laptops, blackberries, walls, floors, etc.....all under the watchful eyes of my son and DIL. And, just a few days ago, my granddaughter suffered a broken collarbone at the hands of my six-year-old grandson, when he pushed her off a bed so hard that she hit the wall..literally breaking it in two. Of course my DIL defended him: "He was just playing around". He should consider himself fortunate that I wasn't there, for I would have kicked his butt from one end of that house to the other. Last Christmas my son disciplined my (then) two-year-old grandson by placing a new toy cell phone my sister had just given him on the top shelf of their entertainment amorire after he was repeatedly warned to stop throwing it. He pitched a fit, and began climbing up it (I'm not kidding). I was horrified, for he could have pulled it down on top of himself and been instantly killed in the process. I snatched him down and busted his butt. It was the first time I had ever spanked any of my grandkids. What does my DIL do?: She retrieves the toy and gives it to him! An argument ensued between my son and DIL. I just went into my bedroom and closed the door. He knocked on the door a few minutes later, came inside and closed it behind him. "She does this all the time, Mom", he told me, exasperated. I just looked at him and responded matter-of-factly: "Well, I'll tell you what: I won't be attending my grandkids' funerals." He didn't say anything. Hopefully my granddaughter's broken collarbone will be a wakeup call for both of them.

I have sent you another PM.

I'd give ANYTHING to be in your shoes.... I have been driving my sister's 14-year-old van since August, when the transmission went out on my car. Yesterday the alternator broke on the van while I was working. If we don't get it fixed today, I don't work next week...or any week.

One week as a Pharmacy Nurse. I walked out after I was reprimanded by my supervisor for having to call out when my (then) three-year-old son suddenly became ill with a severe strep and ear infection, and I had no one else to care for him.

The University System was responsible for refusing to accept my nursing credits for transfer into one of their BSN programs because I had made the fatal decision to attend a private school which, (according to them), was an "unaccredited" institution prior to them closing their doors and reopening as an "accredited" four-year institution some eight years after I had graduated. I wasn't told this until after I had spent over $1,000.00 in tuition for courses taken at one of their "accredited" colleges towards my BSN. "Sorry, but you'll have to take Fundamentals, etc. all over again", I was informed as if I had attended some fly-by-night correspondence school. Their attitude was that of maximum arrogance and indifference, as if "I should have known". I had spent all that money for nothing. And, the faceless Bureaucrats (like Cooper) knew I had no recourse. But, they had my money, just the same. I hope I live long enough to see politicians like her tossed out on their ear...and for good.

I used to love nursing. Not anymore. Back in the old days, we had time to care for our patients, and were left alone. Not anymore. Now its all about money, documentation, reports, meeting unrealistic deadlines and kissing the rear ends of dictatorial employers as well as an entitled society who wants everything handed to them on a silver platter. Case in point: I get an irate phone call yesterday from the family member of a Client who has more money than Midas, *demanding* that we approve her for Medicaid...because she is *NOT* paying $20 an hour for an Aide to come in and bathe her?? "We do not make the decision as to whether or not someone qualifies for Medicaid", I responded calmly, "And you are going to have to take that up with DFACS". I gave her their number and hung up. I am tired of this nonsense....and am living for the day when I don't have to put up with it anymore.

congrats! :bowingpur:up: :w00t::cheers::clphnds:

Bingo. I had long since gotten over feeling guilty or worrying about what others throught of me, when I was assigned to complete a Home Health Admission on a new Mom who had undergone a C-Section and her wound had become infected and dehisced post-op. As soon as I opened the door to the trailer, I was almost bowled over by an overpowering odor of rotting garbage and animal excretement. What I found once I got inside was even worse: piles and stacks of garbage, animal poop, dirty clothing, etc. The icing on the cake came when I found even more filth in the bedroom where the Mom and her newborn were sleeping, along with the Father, a seven-year-old....and a three-year-old on a vent. Just....abomniable. To make a long story short, I informed both the Mom and Dad that they were placing the health of everyone in that trailer (including her newborn baby's) in danger by allowing them to be exposed to these "conditions"....and expected to see an "improvement" by the time I returned for my next visit....or I would not "hesitate" to report them to the "authorities". They cleaned it up.