Nurses General Nursing
Published Jun 9, 2018
Today I am smoking ribs over hickory, making potato salad and watching the horseraces on tv. My husband and the boys are having a few beers and teasing me about pickling long shots - we'll see
Hppy
TruvyNurse
354 Posts
Visit friends and extended family, QT with the family on Sunday, run errands, catch up on laundry and oh yeah mountains of homework lol :)
NightNerd, MSN, RN
1,130 Posts
Weekends off are all over the place, but this one has been quality. I went to a conference Friday and Saturday and learned all kinds of neat stuff, which was fun, then got home last night and took an almost six-hour nap (I got maybe four hours each night beforehand, stupid body stuck on night shift). Best sleep ever. Then my partner ended up working a double, so I ordered some takeout and watched a movie, did yoga, read some, did laundry, and generally bummed around. It was amazing.
Today will be a little more active. I'm going to visit a friend I haven't seen in a while and her baby this afternoon. When I get home, the boyfriend and I will probably go running and finally cook something decent to eat (we've both been really busy this week and, consequently, eating a loooot of trash). After that, the night is wide open for whatever we want, which will probably end up involving some wine and one of the ten puzzles we've had laying around since Christmas. Thrilling stuff, let me tell you.
And if our census is still low tomorrow, God willing, I can skip the overtime I signed up for and stretch this weekend out even longer. Maybe I'll think about vacuuming or filing if that happens. Think about it.
Twinmom06, ASN, APN
1,171 Posts
Grocery shopping for the house, clothes and sneaker shopping for my growing tweens (12 year old twins that have hit puberty - I can't keep them in clothes OR shoes), plus starting to shop for them for camp. They are going to a camp that the PA state police run every year. Today was supposed to be their last soccer game of the spring season, but as per usual it rained. Again. Out of an 8 week season they played 4 games....grrr....
chacha82, ADN, BSN
626 Posts
Rode the subway several times this week to go to a party and a wedding. Stayed with my parents and loved every bit of it! I'm not usually off on the weekends so this was heaven.
Lunah, MSN, RN
14 Articles; 13,773 Posts
Spend time with my baby girl. In there somewhere I do housework, laundry, school work, and teaching job stuff. Weekends fly by!!
K+MgSO4, BSN
1,753 Posts
Next weekend is a momentous one......final weekend of studying and assignment writing for my masters. This has been my life for the past 2 years so will have to relearn what to do on weekends, read, cook roasts for friends (winter here in Australia), attend some of the foodie events that are constantly on in Melbourne, visit friends, pubs etc.
Currently I just study, do laundry and tidy the house í ½í¸¥
Mavrick, BSN, RN
1,578 Posts
Saturday: Went to wife's dance recital, she clogs - I'm a groupie, weekly grocery shopping trip, dinner at friends for grilled burgers, played with dogs, watched a couple of movies on HBO. We got a 6-month trial when the Comcast guy called to ask how happy we were with our service. (OMG, I can't get into all that here. This is a public website!!) A movie called "Critical Care" caught my eye. It was about end of life decisions for a comatose rich guy. Lots of big names (James Spader, Kyra Sedgewick, Helen Mirren, Anne Bancroft). Super funny to pick apart the medical errors. The guy had a Yankaur suction tube in his mouth to fake an ET tube.
Sunday: To local berry stand to purchase fresh-picked strawberries, lunch at Taco Bell (a favorite), empty out garage and start sorting process (re-organize/ Goodwill/ trash). During the big project taking place out in front of the house, attracted the attention of a teenage neighbor and spent some quality time listening to him talk about high school threats and safety. Broke my heart to get the kid's-eye view of the fears of constantly hearing school fire alarm pulls, lockdown threats, etc. Jeez, it is just not fun being a teenager (was it ever??). Quiet soak in my private sanctuary (hot tub). Gotta get up at 0606 to get ready for my 0800 shift. Nite nite my friends...........
Truth_be-told
25 Posts
First thing I do is shut my cell phone off, so the lazy, slave driving management folks can't harass or threaten me to come in if the floor doesn't have coverage. It is my time to have a short break, they of all people have the energy to fill in seeing they did nothing but bark out orders demanding we do more and more work that they themselves know they are incapable of doing. They will do anything short of first degree murder to avoid having to push the cart, deal with the stress and the liability that come with actually having to do hard physical work for the patients and answer to their families.....along with all the lab results, new orders, new admits, complaints, and those inevitable incident reports, sometimes 10 pages long of redundant and senseless documentation, gobbling up hours of your time and essentially treating you like you are some criminal being badgered by some obnoxious prosecuting attorney (the state or the government) for murder because you cannot be everywhere at once, we do not have xray vision and see through walls, nor can we walk on water or leap tall buildings in a single bound. Once the management slave drivers get that cushy, comfy office or management job, most loathe having to work the floor and will get indignant when they have to row with the rest of us slaves. If they suspect you are the reason why they had to get off their leather chairs in their air conditioned, sterile cubicles where they spend the day talking on the phone, surfing the internet, or finding yet more ways to create more paperwork for us that work the floor while they eat food but forbid the floor nurses from sneaking a pop, coffee, or a snack, they will find a way to extract their revenge. So first item on the menu of having rare time to yourself, shut off the cell phone. If they yap and whine about trying to call you, tell them your dog ate it, you dropped it, or aliens stole it when they tried to abduct you but you valiantly fought them off, etc. If we are not paid to be on call, we have no obligation to be some slave to our cell phones. We are abused enough so this is where we should draw a line in the sand. The top dog where I am enslaved has his or her cell phone automatically go to voicemail when they are off the job, so use people like that as your role model.
Next, get a cold glass, bottle, or gallon of your favorite beverage and either go out to your favorite restaurant (Thai food is the bomb). After you wake up from 5 days of torture and being abused and harassed to the point of exhaustion, relax in your bath, hot tub, or garden and with your phone off, enjoy the flowers as they say, and look forward to dining out at your favorite hang, Enjoy the company of the one you love or are close with and cuddle and enjoy each other's company on Saturday night. Fall asleep to soft music.
Sunday. Just when you start to recuperate, you are bummed because you know Monday is coming, but seize the moment. Get something to grill outside, have your friends come over, get a cold glass, bottle or several gallons of your favorite beverage and have pool parties (backyard or table pool or both), play loud music, be sure to anger your neighbors whom you don't like anyways, enjoy every waking second knowing as the evening wears into night that the dream is ending, the nightmare will start will the sound of that alarm clock on Monday.
The alarm goes off, you sit in bed, your back, knees, and legs still sore from running up and down hard floors for 40 hours, but not as bad so you don't roll back and forth in pain but not as much agony as you did after your 40 hours, wondering if you can call in and have a blessed and well deserved 3 day weekend (you can't, because the management people will get even with you if they have to work the floor). You watch the clock and jump up to take your shower at the last minute, and while travelling into work you laugh at the irony that you should be travelling away from a living nightmare but you don't want to be "tardy". As you get closer to work, the feelings of dread and apprehension well up, making your heart race and making you feel like having projectile emesis. I pop my prilosec and hypertensions meds with a bottled water that I have ready along with the scrubs I laid out the night before. Enter the doorway, that stench of omnipresent bodily wastes hits you but you learned to ignore it with the physical pain you are about to endure. Walk down the hallway to the nurse's desk, and the slave drivers, the management people are just waiting for you to show up and before you can so much as take your coat off, pounce on you and start nipping at your heels about how you didn;t do this, you need to do that, and of course, more paperwork along with the threats and intimidation. You need your job, so you have to sit back and take this from people who who no shame in torturing you to do things that they themselves cannot and never could do, but they get paid more and don't have to work hard, so they shamelessly take the check and go home.....on time, no weekends, holidays off, etc etc . That is how Monday starts off after a weekend off. Lather, rinse, and repeat and after any set amount of time, you have millions of stressed out, over worked, under paid, seldomly appreciated nurses.
And so that is the life of your typical weekend off floor nurse, truth be told. Anyone who claims otherwise is a liar or suffers from some metal condition where they like to be exploited and abused, or they are management people pretending to be like us floor saves. Don't kid yourselves otherwise
DrNalepa
12 Posts
Sounds good to me.
First thing I do is shut my cell phone off, so the lazy, slave driving management folks can't harass or threaten me to come in if the floor doesn't have coverage. It is my time to have a short break, they of all people have the energy to fill in seeing they did nothing but bark out orders demanding we do more and more work that they themselves know they are incapable of doing. They will do anything short of first degree murder to avoid having to push the cart, deal with the stress and the liability that come with actually having to do hard physical work for the patients and answer to their families.....along with all the lab results, new orders, new admits, complaints, and those inevitable incident reports, sometimes 10 pages long of redundant and senseless documentation, gobbling up hours of your time and essentially treating you like you are some criminal being badgered by some obnoxious prosecuting attorney (the state or the government) for murder because you cannot be everywhere at once, we do not have xray vision and see through walls, nor can we walk on water or leap tall buildings in a single bound. Once the management slave drivers get that cushy, comfy office or management job, most loathe having to work the floor and will get indignant when they have to row with the rest of us slaves. If they suspect you are the reason why they had to get off their leather chairs in their air conditioned, sterile cubicles where they spend the day talking on the phone, surfing the internet, or finding yet more ways to create more paperwork for us that work the floor while they eat food but forbid the floor nurses from sneaking a pop, coffee, or a snack, they will find a way to extract their revenge. So first item on the menu of having rare time to yourself, shut off the cell phone. If they yap and whine about trying to call you, tell them your dog ate it, you dropped it, or aliens stole it when they tried to abduct you but you valiantly fought them off, etc. If we are not paid to be on call, we have no obligation to be some slave to our cell phones. We are abused enough so this is where we should draw a line in the sand. The top dog where I am enslaved has his or her cell phone automatically go to voicemail when they are off the job, so use people like that as your role model. Next, get a cold glass, bottle, or gallon of your favorite beverage and either go out to your favorite restaurant (Thai food is the bomb). After you wake up from 5 days of torture and being abused and harassed to the point of exhaustion, relax in your bath, hot tub, or garden and with your phone off, enjoy the flowers as they say, and look forward to dining out at your favorite hang, Enjoy the company of the one you love or are close with and cuddle and enjoy each other's company on Saturday night. Fall asleep to soft music. Sunday. Just when you start to recuperate, you are bummed because you know Monday is coming, but seize the moment. Get something to grill outside, have your friends come over, get a cold glass, bottle or several gallons of your favorite beverage and have pool parties (backyard or table pool or both), play loud music, be sure to anger your neighbors whom you don't like anyways, enjoy every waking second knowing as the evening wears into night that the dream is ending, the nightmare will start will the sound of that alarm clock on Monday. The alarm goes off, you sit in bed, your back, knees, and legs still sore from running up and down hard floors for 40 hours, but not as bad so you don't roll back and forth in pain but not as much agony as you did after your 40 hours, wondering if you can call in and have a blessed and well deserved 3 day weekend (you can't, because the management people will get even with you if they have to work the floor). You watch the clock and jump up to take your shower at the last minute, and while travelling into work you laugh at the irony that you should be travelling away from a living nightmare but you don't want to be "tardy". As you get closer to work, the feelings of dread and apprehension well up, making your heart race and making you feel like having projectile emesis. I pop my prilosec and hypertensions meds with a bottled water that I have ready along with the scrubs I laid out the night before. Enter the doorway, that stench of omnipresent bodily wastes hits you but you learned to ignore it with the physical pain you are about to endure. Walk down the hallway to the nurse's desk, and the slave drivers, the management people are just waiting for you to show up and before you can so much as take your coat off, pounce on you and start nipping at your heels about how you didn;t do this, you need to do that, and of course, more paperwork along with the threats and intimidation. You need your job, so you have to sit back and take this from people who who no shame in torturing you to do things that they themselves cannot and never could do, but they get paid more and don't have to work hard, so they shamelessly take the check and go home.....on time, no weekends, holidays off, etc etc . That is how Monday starts off after a weekend off. Lather, rinse, and repeat and after any set amount of time, you have millions of stressed out, over worked, under paid, seldomly appreciated nurses. And so that is the life of your typical weekend off floor nurse, truth be told. Anyone who claims otherwise is a liar or suffers from some metal condition where they like to be exploited and abused, or they are management people pretending to be like us floor saves. Don't kid yourselves otherwise
Not a happy camper.
KelRN215, BSN, RN
1 Article; 7,349 Posts
I work Mon-Fri. I travel at least 1/2 of weekends. If I stay home, we take the dogs hiking or go to professional or college sports games, depending on the season. In winter I hibernate on weekends at home and try to escape to warmer climates on weekends away.
kbrn2002, ADN, RN
3,914 Posts
Not sure exactly what all this has to do with trying to enjoy a weekend off, but gee whiz! I'm sure you probably didn't intend the post to be funny but I kind of loved the over-the-top dramatics. I think you might need a different job.