(Source: parfloral)

I don’t normally post about my work days, but today has been so ironically good that I want to post about it as a reminder.

I normally only work 20-22 hours a week, but this week I picked up two more shifts - an extra 20 hours. Friday night I clocked out at 2200, got home at 2230, and was in bed at 2330, only to be up again at 0600 to get ready for work.

I arrived at work, happy to see one of my favourite RNs to work with. I can always predict how my day will go depending on who is in charge.

The day started off pretty steady. Arrival of dialysis patients, very very slow stream of discharges, patient transfers, etc.

And then I heard someone behind me speak in a mockingly cheery tone - “Hi, this is Victoria, how can I help you?” It was one of the transplant fellows, imitating how I pick up call lights. He said I sounded so enthusiastic compared to everyone that worked at the hospital. He also told me this would change once I get into med school, that my hair would be a mess, and my makeup and enthusiasm minimal.

He sat down and talked to me about how I should apply to med school after I graduate, instead of waiting a year. Apparently my work ethic and “enthusiasm” is a good indicator of the person I am. After several ignored chimes from his pager, he headed off into what was probably a long night.

As shift change neared, I got ready to assist the Charge RN with the new pool of nurses coming on.

This is my favourite part of the day. It is fast paced and high stressed for everyone, which is when I seem to work best. As I was preparing for the end of my shift, one of the RNs pulled me aside and asked me if I was interested in tutoring her daughter. She said he daughter could use a good role model like me. I gave her my number and she told me that I am too good at my job, and the RN next to her agreed, saying that shift change is her favourite part of the day because of the extra effort I put in to ease the transition.

Having left my desk for a mere minute, I hear the phone ring again. It is another RN asking for the number of our colleague. I told her I am pulling it up and if she could just hold for a second. Well, she thought I had put her on hold but I was just resting the phone on my shoulder. She was chatting with yet another RN, bragging about how I am so efficient and would make a great doctor.

I am so exhausted, but I feel appreciated, which makes this extra workload worth it.

I know that the RNs, PAs, techs, and team sometimes ask a little more of me compared to other people working my position, because I am willing to do it

Isolation room? Okay I’ll gown up and help. Computer problems? Don’t call IT, I will fix it. You need this checked or ordered? I got it. It seems that the more I prove that I am competent, the more I am given, but I love it.

The down part of my job is ironically the lack of involvement. I love science and the process of diagnosing, helping, and healing people. What I would give to be apart of rounds and create a care plan for someone. I sit at my desk, listening in on the team discuss patients, and I always get a little excited and search up unfamiliar terms.

How much I invest in my work and the feedback I get solidifies that this is where I want to be. I can’t wait to get hands-on patient care with my new internship.

My Mondays don’t suck

(Source: tokyo-bleep)


“We were laying in bed just the other night, looking at the ceiling, and I said: ‘You know, it’s been thirty years, and it’s never felt worn. There’s never been a sense of tiredness with you.’”

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