I have been on vacation for this past week, and basically I am not ready to go back to work on Monday. I came to the realization that I really don't like working. Silly, I know, but I am tired of watching my back, seeing situations where nurses are trying to do what they can to give good care under challenging circumstances and administrators that have the intelligence of donkeys.
I really like being a nurse, teaching the patients, reading and learning different things to better comprehend and explain things to people. But it seems fruitless sometimes, because we are rushed. Also, there are more patients than I can count that do not take responsibility for themselves. That can be okay at times, because I can't force them, but I am tired of speaking to dedicated, but frustrated, tired and exhausted nurses whose paperwork has doubled, are still working second and third jobs to make ends meet only to be chastised and not gain support of the powers that be. Tired of attending meetings where these people act like leeches and dragging more out of us than what is available for ourselves to survive. I woke up this morning nauseous and had an upset stomach. It felt nice to remain at home within these walls of protection. Reading silly books and looking at nonsense television shows. Yes, I just don't want to go back. I will, of course, but sometimes, I think it is safer at home.
