I love this ad.
I’ve used it before.
There was a time when this single piece of paper was the difference between a burn out of no return and a rekindling of the reasons I went into nursing to begin with.
I’m not burning out, I know what that feels like.
I guess I’m just weary of work. It’s not like I’m overdoing it, I only work three days a week.
Which makes me a weary wimp!
I have a whole month off starting in November. I’ll spend the entire time at Starbucks.
Emergency nursing is:
… your fourth septic work-up on an elderly nursing home resident with automatic admit and 58% more paperwork.
… your fourth six-month-old-with-fever who smiles while you talk, at least until you go for the rectal temperature.
… the frantic parents of a newborn who aren’t sure about the difference between spitting-up and vomiting.
… telling a woman who is 14 weeks pregnant that there is no fetal heartbeat.
… the chaos of a full arrest.
… the stillness of a cold, rainy 0400.
… the pungent odor of ETOH and urine emanating from a cursing homeless guy.
… the smell of Old Spice and the stories of a World War II veteran waiting for his labs.
… a patient with metastatic cancer who still wants to fight,
… in the room next to the teenager who tried to commit suicide via acetaminophen.
… knowing drug-seeking behavior when you see it.
… wanting to give the patient the benefit of the doubt.
… getting chewed out for the wait time by the patient with a stubbed baby toe.
… not being able to move fast enough to keep up with a GI bleeder.
… explaining for the bazillionth time why a fever is not dangerous.
… explaining to the parents why their child needs transferring to a pediatric facility.
… finding five different ways of saying “we don’t give advice over the phone” without actually giving advice.
… taking the call from the pharmacist when the patient alters the Vicodin scrip to read #120.
… frustration over ever increasing paperwork requirements.
… getting it done anyway.
… pulling the Gummy Bear out of a nose.
… watching a child (of any age) say good-bye to their father for the last time.
… wishing your co-workers would move a little faster…
… and then pulling an extra shift so they are off for THE concert of the year.
… hating your job with a passion today and
… realizing you wouldn’t want to be doing anything else tomorrow.
… ending your shift with the feeling that maybe, just maybe, you made a difference to someone.
It is what it is.