I think I offended someone yesterday with a generalized obesity in society comment and then I deleted my post. Then, I got mad at myself. This blog is one of my coping mechanisms, so screw them. They can go read someone else’s blog justifying how their life is unfair. So to vent and be a little sarcastic here goes:
People who work in healthcare in any capacity, have tough jobs. It may not always be physically tough, but it is always mentally challenging. We are not working with inanimate objects on an assembly line. We work with people’s physical and mental health problems, and the wide range of emotions that go along with them.
Death is a regular part of our jobs, but so is life and hope. When a patient dies, we understand and feel the families’ pain. We can be sympathetic, but we are not allowed to grieve. We have no time and have to move on and take care of other sick patients. Not tomorrow, but during that same shift, and maybe only ten minutes after your loved one has died, we are in the room next door providing treatment to a new admission.
We also have coping mechanisms that usually come in two forms, we laugh and we vent.
Yes, we laugh at patients during and after work, but we also laugh with patients and their families. Why would it be a surprise to you that we vent our frustrations about your pain in the ass family members, so get over it. Like any job we like working with the nice people, and avoid the a**holes.
Besides prostitutes, how many people do you know who go to work and expect to be abused by the same people they are trying to take care of?
For the next 8-12 hour shift I will be your maid and your waitress, while also pushing drugs in your veins that can kill you if administered wrong. So complaining because your food tray is five minutes late is a bad idea.
If you are sensitive, do not read my blog. I will be complaining about hypothetical patients and their families, and if you think it is mean or unjust, then move along. There is probably a cute little poetic or wedding cake blog by hitting the next blog button. This is one way I cope with the people I work with daily. They are alive, opinionated and have emotions, and many times those emotions are taken out on my co-workers and me. Nevertheless, I still love 90% of my patients and choose to work with them.
I did not even touch on the overall other form of abuse from administration and managers.