I got hired on to a busy Med-Surg floor that is informally known as the stepdown for the CCU that is literally just down the hall. I trained in on fresh post-op transplant patients, COPD exacerbations, GI bleeds, lots of AKIs, and dialysis patients. Started picking up stable SIRS patients now that I am on my own. I had five weekends of training, and it was a whirlwind of excitement, fear, hope, and sheer faith.
This was my first weekend completely on my own. I started my day with four patients, one on the edge of sepsis, one severely hyponatremic, and two very emotionally needy patients who wished to be my only patient. We were at full strength...until four hours in, when we dropped to three nurses short and one aide short. We spent the whole weekend short. I considered myself lucky just having four...the more experienced nurses had five less stable patients. I found myself thinking some very odd thought while trying not to freak out the whole weekend.
So my collection of thoughts:
"No, I can't just print out a prescription. Yes, you do need to sign it. That's why you get the big bucks."
"Aw crap, spiking fever and hypertensive and tachycardic. I gotta tell my nurse. *$&^@!!! I am the nurse!"
"I get a lunch? What, at the end of my shift, right?"
"Dear Pharmacist. You are keeping a medication in the central pharmacy. It is ordered for twice a day, and cannot be collected by anyone other than a nurse. Do not be surprised if I am not interested in either waiting 15 mins in the hallway for this medication nor do I want to chat. Seriously."
"I wonder if [Competitor Hospital] is hiring non-bedside nursing positions."
"I should have majored in macrame."
"Screw proficiency, I just want to not kill anyone."
"I swore I'd get into Critical Care. I might go insane before then."
I'm going back. And at the end of each shift I just want to run out, my hair behind me, my feet sore, and I just want to scream "Everybody lives!!!!" a la the Ninth Doctor.
So what were some thoughts you had at the end of your first few shifts?
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I got hired on to a busy Med-Surg floor that is informally known as the stepdown for the CCU that is literally just down the hall. I trained in on fresh post-op transplant patients, COPD exacerbations, GI bleeds, lots of AKIs, and dialysis patients. Started picking up stable SIRS patients now that I am on my own. I had five weekends of training, and it was a whirlwind of excitement, fear, hope, and sheer faith.
This was my first weekend completely on my own. I started my day with four patients, one on the edge of sepsis, one severely hyponatremic, and two very emotionally needy patients who wished to be my only patient. We were at full strength...until four hours in, when we dropped to three nurses short and one aide short. We spent the whole weekend short. I considered myself lucky just having four...the more experienced nurses had five less stable patients. I found myself thinking some very odd thought while trying not to freak out the whole weekend.
So my collection of thoughts:
"No, I can't just print out a prescription. Yes, you do need to sign it. That's why you get the big bucks."
"Aw crap, spiking fever and hypertensive and tachycardic. I gotta tell my nurse. *$&^@!!! I am the nurse!"
"I get a lunch? What, at the end of my shift, right?"
"Dear Pharmacist. You are keeping a medication in the central pharmacy. It is ordered for twice a day, and cannot be collected by anyone other than a nurse. Do not be surprised if I am not interested in either waiting 15 mins in the hallway for this medication nor do I want to chat. Seriously."
"I wonder if [Competitor Hospital] is hiring non-bedside nursing positions."
"I should have majored in macrame."
"Screw proficiency, I just want to not kill anyone."
"I swore I'd get into Critical Care. I might go insane before then."
I'm going back. And at the end of each shift I just want to run out, my hair behind me, my feet sore, and I just want to scream "Everybody lives!!!!" a la the Ninth Doctor.
So what were some thoughts you had at the end of your first few shifts?