Friday, June 22, 2007
Had a fucking shitty day today. First, 45 minutes of CPR is not fun AT ALL. Not least, when there's vomitus EVERYWHERE, and you can't possibly climb onto the bed to use take advantage of your torso's momentum. The anaesthetist was intubating, so the bed had to be raised. The end result - we were standing on tiptoe, trying to do CPR with the person at waist level.
Worst part was, the OTHER boss (the old man that never turns up more than twice a week) threw a fit at everyone today. All that, just because someone said that they were happy with all of us EXCEPT the boss. Honestly, can you expect anything else other than that, if we were the ones taking care of YOUR patient? In a specialty like this, you should have entered it knowing that your shelf life is going to be limited. Yes, especially when you're more adept at using your hands than your brains. It's time to let go. You've had your own fair share of the action, and I bet you don't need the money either. Although I wasn't directly implicated, I was angry and indignant. YOU mess up the patient with your old fogey brains and I dunno - shaky hands? And YOU don't turn up to see them personally, and now YOU are angry that someone has complained about no one else but you. Sure, you get updated over the phone and give "advice" (half of them useless) over the phone to my seniors, but how can you even dream about using that to justify that you actually take care of your own patients? By the same logic, perhaps I should just stay at home every damned day and call the nurses up each day to get updates and give advice. I don't think you deserve your dough. Bloody thick-skinned, thinking that people are DYING to be seen by you. Dying after being seen by you, more like.
And the level that people stoop down to, just to be rid of their own relatives. Utterly irresponsible family members. Doing stuff like Manchausen by proxy to try and extend their stay - i.e. they do not want to take the responsibility of caring for the very same people who have cared for them when they were hapless little kids. I feel ashamed for them, totally so. And there's such a thing as karma, trust me. Your own kids are going to do that to you one day, with you feeling still blissfully ignorant that you're unwanted, unloved, uncared for. Some of the people up there are really wimps. Treating the sick is, and should never have been, a service industry. It's a responsibility, and when you're well enough to be discharged from our care, you should just go. And if you're overstaying your welcome, the man of the house should have shown you out by any means, knowing full well that OTHERS need the board and care much more than you do. Stuff like, if you're not happy with the way things are done here, you're more than welcome to go somewhere else. Something firm, an ultimatum of sorts. But no. The wimp of the house tries to coo his way into getting into their good books instead. Honestly, if you were so into faking it out and sucking it up, you should have joined another profession instead.
OK, I've vented it out. That's just about half of the shit that came from today, but the rest is manageable. Tolerable.
Oh yah, Dopey - thanks for offering to help me collect my gown, but I've done it tonight already!! =D Muahahaha .. jumped ahead of the queue I suppose! It's really fun wearing that coarse, crude material and walking in front of the mirror in the Hall.
Wenky
10:31 PM
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