blah..

yesterday was a blah of all blah shifts. This pool business is leaving me with the blahs. As a float nurse you do not get the sicker patients and this causes one to become bored and this translates into blah.

So, I go in yesterday to take an assignment so the nurse I relieve can take a heart. Ugghhhh! I want to take the heart. I miss having assignments that make me think and get me in the middle of the mess.

Instead I get two bowel obsessed patients - no kidding! One got up and back to the bedside commode 18 times in my 12 hour shift. All but one was nothing but air. I was so frustrated, exhausted and pissed off by the end of my shift that I could not get out of there fast enough. He did have one huge bowel movement, but that was not until he was in bed. I so wanted to rub his nose in it and say, "bad patient!". However, I think the hospital higher-ups would tend to frown on that type of behavior.

What really started to get to me was after all the times I helped to old fuck to and from the bed side commode not once did he say please or thank you. That type of behavior tends to wear me down and make me not care so much say if old man fell out of bed and whacked his head particularly hard.

I am hating my job! I am really hating my job and seriously looking into plan "B" whatever that will be.