I know this is wrong of me, but I have to vent. I am training a new nurse. And by new, I mean old. Take yourself back to college and remember those "adult learners" in your classes. You know, the ones who brought the backpack on wheels, sat in the front of class and were perpetually asking questions of the professor. Yeah, this is kind of what I'm dealing with at work. Only she DOESN'T LISTEN. You can look in her eyes while you are talking to her, and you can just tell, she's thinking about whether or not she left her front door open.
I have worked tremendously on my patience with new nurses. I realize they aren't all going to be as time-oriented and responsible as I was. (I know, I'm crazy modest.) I'm sure even *I* did stuff to get on the nerves of my preceptor, but when they talked, I LISTENED! I always had a sense of urgency. These are real, sick people we are dealing with! The whole show got even weirder this week when all of a sudden at 6am, she started talking like a man and acting like she was going to pass out. See, it's not only our patients who are buck wild crazy...
Anyway, she is a TRUE test of my patience. And as a result, I WANT to come home and drink myself into a coma, but seeing as how I have to return to work in 10 or so hours, that is not an option. So what do I do? I cram down any snack that isn't nailed down and doesn't require cooking. This morning it was kettle corn (the full fat kind), almonds and cheese. Oh, and leftover refried beans. Yeah. Delicious combo, I know. Don't worry, I did track it and today is a 40 point day. The good news is, that I just had some green beans and potatoes for dinner and I'm full, so I think the snackfest from this morning has lingered.
D is feeling a lot better and goes back to work tomorrow. I really hope he doesn't overdo it! I have two more nights of work this week and then I plan on cleaning, job searching, exercising and lounging by the pool for the rest of this week. Can't WAIT!
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