A twelve hour shift as a nurse really lasts 13 hours. I get there at 6:45AM and usually finish up at 7:45 PM. Today I didn’t get done until about 8:30. Boooh! My feet are killing me! Usually after a really long day my very sweet husband fixes me some food and even brings me a glass of water. He knows my exhaustion will win out over the need to eat a healthy meal and I’ll go to bed hungry or I’ll eat something horrendously bad for me. He’s not home yet tonight so I’m tempted to go for ice cream or cookie dough!
However, after today’s shift, I may have earned the cookie dough. It was a long shift and sooo busy that I barely got to breathe. It was frustrating because I let my patients and co-workers down when I can’t accomplish everything I want to. Then, to top the shift off, I got a mixture of tube feed (read: baby formula) and gastric contents (read: vomit) on my arm when d/cing an NG tube (read: pulling an 18 inch long tube out of someone’s nose). Yuck!
By the end of the day I had to refuse to take report on a patient coming up from the Emergency Department because there just wasn’t any time for it. I was struggling to keep up as it was! Thankfully I get two glorious days of sleeping in before I go back Sunday.