Rise together
If I fall, you'll fall
If I rise, we'll rise together
When I smile, you'll smile
Don't worry about me
I'm not going to lie. I've been rather discouraged lately. Rumors of some new changes going on, a co-worker getting hurt while on the job, some good friends of mine leaving to pursue awesome career paths, and the possibility of introducing new detox methods I don't support. Not feeling heard. My co workers and I have been getting frustrated, and I've been getting frustrated to the point where I've been thinking of pursuing another place of employment. Yes, as in a new job. Giving up the dream. I haven't even started looking or applying for anything yet, but the idea has crossed my mind a time or two. I feel stuck, at a perpetual cross roads, and I'm not sure which road to pursue. For now I'm choosing to keep my head up and stick it out and just see what happens. This weekend was good; really good. Good enough for me to realize that I'm making the right decision by sticking around.
Saturday was extremely busy for a Saturday; 4 discharges and 2 admissions. And of course as soon as the first admit is ready, the family members of the discharging folks are at the front lobby waiting to pick them up. Needless to say, I made my step goal on my Fitbit in under 6 hours; pretty astounding. Sunday, was the complete opposite. It was a little chilly and drizzling most of the day, and the general milieu was just...glum. Everyone seemed down. It comes with the territory, but it still stinks, especially when one's bubbly disposition isn't enough. The psychiatrist was there doing rounds and had already seen just about everyone, and one of the patients that had been on my mind had already been seen, and I could tell something didn't get addressed, or they just forgot to address it. So I listened in while they were in group, saw some body language that gave me a few more clues; no eye contact, hands folded in lap, knee bouncing. I filled in the blanks and pulled a few strings and got the problem situated. I encountered this patient about 30 minutes later, to which after our encounter they said to me "Thanks for looking out for me." It's what I do. And I wouldn't have it any other way. On my way out on Sunday, another patient came up to me and said "Kelly, I'm leaving tomorrow, but I just want to thank you for all you did this weekend. I really appreciate it."
This past Friday and until tomorrow marks Nurses Week, a nationally recognized week to celebrate us and the extremely challenging jobs we handle on a daily basis. There was celebratory cake on Friday at work, which was quite tasty and some of my patients even wished us a happy nurses day. When I got home on Friday, my sister introduced me to a song, which the chorus is at the top of this post. It made me think about my job and what I do, and now I can't get it out of my head. Days are really crappy sometimes, but overall days are really good. They'll be crappy days ahead, but really good ones too.
Every time one of your people shines, it's on you. -Numb3rs, "One Hour"
If I rise, we'll rise together
When I smile, you'll smile
Don't worry about me
I'm not going to lie. I've been rather discouraged lately. Rumors of some new changes going on, a co-worker getting hurt while on the job, some good friends of mine leaving to pursue awesome career paths, and the possibility of introducing new detox methods I don't support. Not feeling heard. My co workers and I have been getting frustrated, and I've been getting frustrated to the point where I've been thinking of pursuing another place of employment. Yes, as in a new job. Giving up the dream. I haven't even started looking or applying for anything yet, but the idea has crossed my mind a time or two. I feel stuck, at a perpetual cross roads, and I'm not sure which road to pursue. For now I'm choosing to keep my head up and stick it out and just see what happens. This weekend was good; really good. Good enough for me to realize that I'm making the right decision by sticking around.
Saturday was extremely busy for a Saturday; 4 discharges and 2 admissions. And of course as soon as the first admit is ready, the family members of the discharging folks are at the front lobby waiting to pick them up. Needless to say, I made my step goal on my Fitbit in under 6 hours; pretty astounding. Sunday, was the complete opposite. It was a little chilly and drizzling most of the day, and the general milieu was just...glum. Everyone seemed down. It comes with the territory, but it still stinks, especially when one's bubbly disposition isn't enough. The psychiatrist was there doing rounds and had already seen just about everyone, and one of the patients that had been on my mind had already been seen, and I could tell something didn't get addressed, or they just forgot to address it. So I listened in while they were in group, saw some body language that gave me a few more clues; no eye contact, hands folded in lap, knee bouncing. I filled in the blanks and pulled a few strings and got the problem situated. I encountered this patient about 30 minutes later, to which after our encounter they said to me "Thanks for looking out for me." It's what I do. And I wouldn't have it any other way. On my way out on Sunday, another patient came up to me and said "Kelly, I'm leaving tomorrow, but I just want to thank you for all you did this weekend. I really appreciate it."
This past Friday and until tomorrow marks Nurses Week, a nationally recognized week to celebrate us and the extremely challenging jobs we handle on a daily basis. There was celebratory cake on Friday at work, which was quite tasty and some of my patients even wished us a happy nurses day. When I got home on Friday, my sister introduced me to a song, which the chorus is at the top of this post. It made me think about my job and what I do, and now I can't get it out of my head. Days are really crappy sometimes, but overall days are really good. They'll be crappy days ahead, but really good ones too.
Every time one of your people shines, it's on you. -Numb3rs, "One Hour"
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