Power
Note: Wrote this post this past Sunday. Did some things, forgot to hit publish. Whoopsy!
For those of you, enjoy your day off tomorrow. But while you're enjoying your day off with your family and/or friends, remember those who still have to go into work. Like me. But I get time and a half pay, so I suppose that's a bit of a bonus. I'm doing my best to type this with a somewhat broken hand; I got caught in the fingers of a very strong old man on Friday while I was on the older folks unit. It aggravated my tendonitis; my already messed up wrist did not like the bending backwards of my phalanges. So needless to say I'm grounded for a few more days, but it is feeling better today. I titled this blog the way it is for a reason; I carry a lot of responsibility in my job, and there is great power in holding a lot of responsibility. For example, having the power in deciding how you're going to use that responsibility. In my case, my responsibility is always towards my patients. They are why I do what I do, and it is my duty and responsibility to care for them. Sometimes this isn't always easy. This brings me to last Sunday.
There was a patient in my care, who was rather young and was experiencing some hallucinations. I didn't know what they were about, but I could tell they were rather horrifying for this particular patient (choosing to keep all forms of identity confidential, even gender). For about an hour, I could see this situation was going to have the potential to escalate. While I was watching this unfold, something in the back of my mind was telling me this was not going to end well. Well, lo and behold, it escalated. My heart was breaking as I was watching this happen, and I told the other nurse I was working with I was going to call the doctor. Of course, being 10:30 at night, I woke the doctor up. But I explained what was going on and was basically like "I need to do something." This doctor was reluctant to allow my request, but it was met and the patient was cared for in the best way I could. I didn't see it that way, because I ended up bawling the entire way home because I felt so helpless about the situation. While I was calling my sister, she asked me if I did the best I could. I said I did, but still. I prayed and prayed and prayed the whole way home that something would happen to this patient; for what I wasn't sure. Just for God to intervene in some way. I had Monday off, came back in Tuesday morning as I was working on another unit. Come to find out this patient had discharged. Don't know what happened. Like I said, power.
There's a lot of power in my job. Sometimes I have to make tough calls and important decisions. Other times I rely on the power of Christ to help me just get through the day. Daily I make decisions; sometimes they're very hard ones. But it comes with the job, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
For those of you, enjoy your day off tomorrow. But while you're enjoying your day off with your family and/or friends, remember those who still have to go into work. Like me. But I get time and a half pay, so I suppose that's a bit of a bonus. I'm doing my best to type this with a somewhat broken hand; I got caught in the fingers of a very strong old man on Friday while I was on the older folks unit. It aggravated my tendonitis; my already messed up wrist did not like the bending backwards of my phalanges. So needless to say I'm grounded for a few more days, but it is feeling better today. I titled this blog the way it is for a reason; I carry a lot of responsibility in my job, and there is great power in holding a lot of responsibility. For example, having the power in deciding how you're going to use that responsibility. In my case, my responsibility is always towards my patients. They are why I do what I do, and it is my duty and responsibility to care for them. Sometimes this isn't always easy. This brings me to last Sunday.
There was a patient in my care, who was rather young and was experiencing some hallucinations. I didn't know what they were about, but I could tell they were rather horrifying for this particular patient (choosing to keep all forms of identity confidential, even gender). For about an hour, I could see this situation was going to have the potential to escalate. While I was watching this unfold, something in the back of my mind was telling me this was not going to end well. Well, lo and behold, it escalated. My heart was breaking as I was watching this happen, and I told the other nurse I was working with I was going to call the doctor. Of course, being 10:30 at night, I woke the doctor up. But I explained what was going on and was basically like "I need to do something." This doctor was reluctant to allow my request, but it was met and the patient was cared for in the best way I could. I didn't see it that way, because I ended up bawling the entire way home because I felt so helpless about the situation. While I was calling my sister, she asked me if I did the best I could. I said I did, but still. I prayed and prayed and prayed the whole way home that something would happen to this patient; for what I wasn't sure. Just for God to intervene in some way. I had Monday off, came back in Tuesday morning as I was working on another unit. Come to find out this patient had discharged. Don't know what happened. Like I said, power.
There's a lot of power in my job. Sometimes I have to make tough calls and important decisions. Other times I rely on the power of Christ to help me just get through the day. Daily I make decisions; sometimes they're very hard ones. But it comes with the job, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
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