All right, this is for you Meg to add to your anti-"my life is perfect look at my pretty blog" collection. I had a bad night at work. Is it possible to love and hate your job at the same time? I love being a nurse. I love medicine. But what has happened to our society? When did we breed the attitude of "entitlement." Some nights we're never fast enough, never babying our whiny patients enough, never enough. I am a nurse. I am not a waitress, you are not in a hotel or a restaurant.
Sunday night was the first night with decent snow on the roads and we had 1 accident that sent 9 people to the hospital, and more than one of them lost their life. At the same time, I had a patient truly say to me, "It's not my fault the weather is sh***y and you all get 9 traumas, I should not have to wait!" Really? Is that where we are as humans? Now I am just frustrated and clearly know that that represents a small population but really, it's ridiculous.
Okay, I'm done venting. Like I said, I love my job and wouldn't trade it for anything but this has just been one of those nights that wears me down and it helps to write it out. Thanks for reading my rambling. I promise more positive posts will follow soon :)