Saturday clinicals were awful. Ill go back and recap the previous week in the next post. I have been so busy with school that TV, posting here, and even family are (often) not an option. Friday was an Awsome day of clinicals. I was allowed to float to the ER to observe there, and I loved it. I had a great nurse I followed and it was amazing. Love ER. I love the atmosphere, the teamwork, and the collective “our” patients mentality. Health care workers in unison. I had stressed all day Thursday in anticipation of clinicals, and I was pleasantly surprised that Friday wasn’t hell; but I knew it was too good to last.
I got stuck on a floor Saturday with an experienced nurse. She’s a good nurse, but the ones who are fresh out of nursing school are more apt. to understand, they are usually more helpful, and try to teach you knew things.
The short straw is often drawn; it happens. I have no idea how to explain my experience without details, but as a student nurse we often aren’t “allowed “ to give care, or medications and certainly NOT without THAT specific patients nurse in the room. So you can imagine the problems that could arise…. Also nurses don’t always appreciate us hindering their day. Long story short, after a frustrating day I was pushed over the edge, and not allowed to walk away and calm down. Soon I was hyperventilating in the hall choking to suppress my sob. I was ushered out onto the balcony by staff. I don’t like being weak, I don’t like breaking down at work, or anywhere non-private, but I did; and I cried on and off for the next 6 hours or so, with a headache to follow. Tylenol.
I want to walk away. I want to be done. I don’t want to continue, but as long as there is hope left I have to keep putting one foot in front of the other…….
-One foot in front of the other
The RN journey 