Nurse on duty
Many colleagues do not need to be explained that a nurse on duty is a nanny, a waiter, a sister, a mother, and “your mother…”. Our today's post is not the usual description of a manipulation or a list of documents. This is a fictional story from real life.
Fervent and optimistic timing of his own working time spent in the department on daily duty called "Daily routine of a ward nurse."
Author: © Anna Martynova
So, we read what the nurse on duty does. 🙂
8.00 Stepped in for a day.
Well, with God!
Every morning in our establishment starts the same way: someone is drinking tea, someone is “stroking”, And voi and Ksyusha are “drawing a face”, nearby Lucy is trying to repeat her feat. And then the head nurse comes in ... and the living envied the dead ... “Why are we sitting?! Work!" All boldly at work. God, how I love our hospital!
8.30 Breakfast.
We work as waitresses. Patients turn their noses up from a roll with butter and porridge. They demand barbecue, cognac and women. There is a homeless person in the corridor - you need to feed him. He opens his mouth responsibly, filling the hallway with the scent of rotten teeth. I don't want to eat anymore...
9.00 Detour.
Monday is a hard day - a general round, with the head of the department. We enter the room in a noisy crowd. The attending doctor reports to the head of the patient's condition, the rest discuss yesterday's football. And I'm frantically trying to figure out what to write down? Either the score with which our team won, or how to bandage the patient. I feel gentle strokes on the pope ... no desire, except to stick a pen in the eye of this doctor, arises. In the next ward, the attending doctor explains to the patient for a long time how and with what he is being treated, answers all his questions, ends the conversation, and we leave. We hear the question: “Who was it?” The doctor returns: "The Apostle Peter!" The next ward - the sick are not up to us, they watch TV. In the other, everyone is asleep, in the third, due to their illness, they did not react at all to our appearance. Bypass results: 3 operations, 10 x-rays.
10.0 Serve the patient in the operating room.
Grandmother - weight 120 kg. Nurse - weight 50 kg. Grandmother refuses to move to the wheelchair on her own. Well, hello sciatica and hemorrhoids! How I love my job!
10.30 - 13.00 Worked as a loader.
An endless series of x-rays. Loaded on a gurney - taken to the X-ray room - unloaded - waiting - loading back - taking to the department - unloading. And so 10 times! In the intervals, the husband of one of the patients came running, brought a cupcake with the words: “Reinforce yourself, girls! Do you understand why?!” And we understand that we have to raise another centner to make the bed. We go into the ward, there is a crowd of relatives at the bedside of the centner, the husband: “Pass! The girls are coming!" And no one would have thought to help us! Show! Applause did not wait!
13.30 Lunch.
And again I'm in the role of a waitress. Deja vu. The mouth opens, the corridor is filled with stench. For the 125th time I explain to patients that grouse with pineapples is not on the hospital menu (cutlet, mashed potatoes and borscht do not suit them!)
14.00 We try to eat ourselves.
Does not work. A visitor comes, and with the words: “Oh, are you eating?! Eat-eat! I'll wait!" continues to stand and look into our mouths.
14.30 Attempt to eat No. 2.
Husband "centner" lunch break, you have to go to feed his grandmother.
15.00 Attempt to eat No. 3.
It's not meant to be! They call from the operating room, you need to pick up the patient. They took it. Doctors, to our request to help us, women, to transfer the patient from the gurney to the bed, answer: “You are not women - you are nurses!”. Great! Didn't think about it before!
15.30 Patient arrives.
15.35 “Fuck you…!”
15.40 I measure his blood pressure. Although there is a strong desire to put a siphon enema. But then I remember that in spite of everything we love our patients! I stupidly smile and go all the same way - on x ...! I love my work!
15.50 I make painkillers for a postoperative patient.
I am accused of all mortal sins! First of all, he is in so much pain. Turns out it's my fault...
16.00 Alcoholic psychosis.
They are called to the room. The contents of the vessel are on the floor, with cookies and toilet paper on top. We were visited by little green men!
16.10 We take the "psychosis" to the intensive care unit.
There, specially trained people will protect our patient from the invasion of little green men! Wow, another life saved!
16.30 We distribute thermometers.
None of the patients can shake the thermometer on their own, I shake it myself, in 24 wards. Interestingly, dislocation of the shoulder joint is quickly treated? And then 2 days later back to work.
17.00 Finally manage to eat.
And then I had already begun to frighten the sick with rumbling in the stomach. Stomach detached from spine.
17.15 The head nurse left!
For the first 10 minutes, we cannot believe our happiness, but then the euphoria passes, because. we remember that there is no end to the work.
17.30 We check the case history.
17.45 Dinner.
See above.
18.00 We start making evening antibiotics.
18.30 Arrival again.
I’m going to “drip” the patient in order to understand either I got drunk so much, or so badly, or I’m a fool myself
19.00 - 20.00 It's time for "tuk-tuks".
Someone to measure the pressure, someone to pour boiling water, someone to anoint a pimple on the pope with brilliant green. Ooo! One went into the sister's room to admire the sunset (you can't see it from the window of his room).
20.10 Evening dressings, preparation of patients for surgery.
While shaving a sick leg, he groped all over. Tired, had to put in place. I shaved half my pubis. Intimate haircut for memory.
21.00 Night injections.
Everyone wants sleeping pills so much that some have to be woken up (from the series “Wake up sick, drink sleeping pills”). Some ask for painkillers as a prophylaxis (what if they get sick?).
21.30 Calm down!
21.50 How not so!
Next entry. Drunk patient in a lyrical mood persistently invites to talk in his ward. The doctor, fearing for our safety, transfers him to the VIP-ward - the corridor. The man loses all his desires. Heavenly Angel!
22.30 We drink tea.
Thanks to the kind grandmother for half of the chocolate bar.
23.00 My husband's call reminds me that in addition to work, I still have a family.
00.00 The hour of the fool has come.
This is such a time when people realize that they have been sick for the second day, the pain that started in the morning has not gone away, that the finger that was cut a week ago at lunch festered this minute and not an hour earlier. And now the doors of our hospital are open to all those who suffer!
00.10 Admission.
00.20 Arrival.
00.30 Arrival.
01.00 Lord, when will all this end?!
01.30 Slowly we begin to envy the district nurses ...
02.00 The idea to go to the market to sell herring comes to mind more and more often.
The contingent is the same, the salary is higher, there is no responsibility!
02.30 Is that all?! I do not believe!
03.00 That's right, I didn't believe….
Call to the nurses. The patient asks to come into the room. I get up, I go. I am asked to pick up a fallen lighter (apple, napkin, newspaper). This will never end!
03.15 Phone call.
“But didn’t a man in a padded jacket and with a fishing rod come to you ?!”
06.00 The door to the nursing room opens.
A sick man in shorts comes in and asks….Attention!….SALT! At 6 am!
No comments!
07.00 Morning antibiotics.
In each ward I listen to what a bastard I am, I woke them up so early, and I also inject such sick injections. Morning boost! I love my patients!
08.00 Hurray!
Our saviors and new victims have come. Changers!
9.00 Home!
12.00 And at home-ah-ah ...
18.00 Do-o-oh…
9:00 p.m. Get to work!
Such an honest, unbiased story about the everyday life of mid-level doctors. Agree, written with love? To our cause and to all the difficulties with which we all cope to the best of our ability. May God grant you patience and fidelity to the profession - a nurse!
Thank you, Annushka, for the article. I am a ward nurse with 34 years of experience, which I sooooooo love.