Ok so most people are greatful for friday right? Its the end of the week your gonna be off enjoy some fun with friends and family, get some stuff done. Whatever it is the weekend is supposed to signify the start of your time. Not so for this girl, I worked monday, wed and now I work fri-sun 12 hour nights. Im not sure how many of my blog fans have had the delight of working a 12 hour night shift. If not allow me to lay it out for you. First you wake up friday morning and you want to get up and do things but you think I need to sleep so I dont die tonight. So you get up for a while putter around and then around afternoon you had back to bed. But you lie there not tired cause after all you have not done much today yet. SO then you head to work it starts out ok being that your awake so its not like that feeling of having to get out of bed and go to work. Then the clock ticks on 7pm becomes 1am and suddenly you find that at 3am you hit the wall.. the nausea starts your hungery but you dont know what to eat. you just want to put your head down and sleep, but no there is work to be done. So then your given a patient or perhaps you have one already and the patient through no fault of their own is either really excited about having their baby and want to talk up a storm to you or they are rithing in pain and are trying to claw your arm off. Either way you are expected to be at your perkest best and provide the same quality care they would get in the day. Very difficult. Finally its like 7am your half an hour away from getting out your trying to drink water as you feel dehydrated from not drinking earlier due to the nausea. Then just as you think your in the clear and you can almost feel the softness of your pillow under your head... you hear a scream and some women is rip roaring labour comes down the hall about to deliver- off you go to help. Finally probably some time after 7:30am you wearily stagger to your car and get in and drive home. Your night is over.
Ok so I guess my motivie for writng such a blog is that I do like my job, I am proud to say that Im a labour and delivery nurse. But i guess as I make this transition to a new job I have to try and remind myself of the the reasons that Im leaving. THe things that are difficult about my job can be over whleming at times. So Im not trying to sound bitter Im just trying to be thankful for the opportunity I have in front of me. Anyway thats it for this blog
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