Work Stresses Me OUT Sometimes.

Here's a mini rundown of my night last night:

-Obnoxious patient calling the operator to page her doctor because we weren't giving her enough pain medicine.
-Patient vomiting and having diarrhea.
-Another patient having diarrhea.
-Patient with alzheimers cursing me out and repeatedly saying things like, "God Damnit." I hate when people say that. Even if they DO have alzheimers.
-Terrible morning of trying to finish things up and get out of the door on time when my patient's IV infiltrates and I can't get another because she has no veins. Meanwhile, the x-ray tech comes in and I have to stay to help her do a chest x-ray. Then the lab comes in, and no one can draw blood on this lady. Then I realize the CNA didn't empty the lady's foley catheter, which reminds me I haven't charted her intake and output yet.
-Then the dialysis nurse calls to tell me she's ready for one of my patients. I ask the CNA if she's gotten his weight and she says no. I ask her to go do it. She does, but she doesn't put the weight in the computer. I get all his meds ready and go to the room and lose the meds for about five minutes. I'm frantic at this point. I get really irritated when I lose my flow. I'm a control freak at work.
-Then the CNA tells me in FRONT of the patient that I "need to calm down". WTF?

I left there feeling SO upset. There ARE nights that are good at work. But a lot of them are just other versions of what you see above. When I went into nursing, I didn't even think I would do bedside nursing, but I changed my mind because I actually liked it and because it's sort of a nurses right of passage. I really did enjoy it when I started. That was nearly 3 years ago and now I'm burnt out. Our floor is no joke. Probabl y one of the hardest floors to work on. I know that because I have worked there, I can pretty much work on any type of floor. But the crappy part is that BECAUSE I have worked on this floor, I probably will go some other route when it's time to move and look for a job. Other people feel the same way. It's SO stressful.

Ugh, anyway, I hope tonight is better. I ended up "eating my feelings" to some degree when I came home. No guilt, I'm just moving on from here, so as not to turn this into a downward spiral. I just wish there was an easy disconnect so that I didn't shove food in my mouth to supress icky feelings. I'm WAY better about it today than I have been in the past, but I still hate it when it happens.