Burnout
I feel it in my bones.
I finally am out of survival mode in my person life, but work has been my personal hell.
The old lady that takes her pills crushed takes little bitty bites and makes it worse for herself. I just sigh, and redirect.
The person that refuses turns (A&Ox4), and has a self inflicted pressure injury makes me roll my eyes.
The addict who complains about not having family members. I educated on cycles of addiction…..I’m empathetic, but I’m more stern with delivery.
The person that says they can’t do their wound care, but is a walky talky and can use a mirror to do it….and also works in healthcare (also very simple wound care).
The person that takes 15m to talk about random things while they can see the beads of sweat on my forehead and heavy eyes. I just have to literally walk out the door.
The entitlement to take a bunch of food/drinks every day so you will have different snack at the shelter….when you are give food/shelter for practically nothing while recovering from addiction. You also are given a job, structure, resources at this shelter. The entitlement for you to tell your whole story for 20m…..maam I just got to work.
The nitpicking of having management go through your room….this pump has a service light, the IG dressing needs to be changed (came yesterday from ER…could’ve been done two shifts ago), line tube labels, double charting on post op vitals, CBLs, skin, etc.
It’s too much, and I do not get paid enough for my time and energy.
My body is tired and my neck is so tight from trying to hold myself professionally.