I never thought I'd say this, but I am so happy the weekend is over.
My Friday-Sunday shift was one of the most difficult, frustrating, emotionally and physically draining experiences I have had since I began my nursing career.
And that was just the drive into work.
But seriously, (as if I ever am), it was enormously rough and I am so glad to have it all behind me. Friday night was bad beyond description. So much so that I had to censor it from this blog. (Drat, that would have been the most interesting part.) Well, if Friday was wretched, then Saturday was a close, disastrous second. Last night was tame by comparison, but by then I felt as though I had been run over by a semi. Run over, backed over and flattened.
It is days like these that prompt me to wonder why, in the name of all that is sacred and good did I decide to become a nurse. And then the bad memories begin to fade away and I remember.
It is the patients. I love taking care of the patients.
One day soon I hope I will learn how to deal with all of the stress, staff pettiness/squabbling, etc.
After all, do I really think this kind of crap is unique to just my job?
Now I will spend the next two glorious days decompressing. Then wake up on Wednesday and start all over again.
I guess it could have been worse. It could have been a weekend without coffee. Oh the horrors! I think I'll go pour a fresh cup right now.
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