Throughout all this fun traveling, it's easy to forget I'm actually working too. I've had mixed emotions about the job here in Seattle. It started out as excitement because I thought I would be working with transplant patients. Then I started, only to find out it's mostly neuro patients. I don't do neuro. I know nothing about complex neuro patients. I haven't even done a full/real neuro assessment since nursing school. It is pretty much another world to me. But I adapted, and I've learned a lot. Not long after being here I got to take a transplant test so I could actually take transplant patients, which has been great! I began to
So I decided to extend a couple weeks past my original contract. And wouldn't you know, the shifts I've worked during the extension have been some of the worst yet. And it's only been almost 2 shifts, since I'm writing this from my break at 4am. I obviously can't go into details because, HIPAA. But I'm over it. I seem to have moved to a nursing home without even realizing it? Not fun.
I suppose this is part of the reason I travel. I'm burnt out on nursing in general, but staying at one place too long seems to make it worse. By the end of the three months, I'm dying to be done. Ready for new people and patients, although those seem to stay the same no matter what. I wish nursing really was all rainbows and butterflies and people being so sweet cause you're helping them or their loved one better! Ha.
Some days I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I wish I loved my job as much as other people I know. Or had the balls to quit and do something else. But until then, I'll keep moving every three months! Rant over.
And a patient just got a nice big grab of my boob. I think I need a drink. Cheers!
