My day at the hospital.
Arrived at 6:45 in the service where I work, the old woman at night tells us her troubles. It starts well, she announces a day adorably tiring.
7am, the report begins and a patient has been screaming for a while !! as I can not stand the noise anymore, it's starting to annoy me!
Of course, no one gets up to see what happens. I wait a little longer then I go to see this lady. She screams because she needs companionship. I explain to him that we will arrive. You think she started again as soon as I left her room.
Finally, after the report, I realize that I am alone to start the toilets of patients. The other two are drugs.
Finally the head of service arrives and I hope she will help me. Well no, she starts serving breakfast with the secretary.
And me then ???? I continue alone the toilet.
At 9:30, FINALLY !! I come to help me, I have already done a lot of work in 2 hours.
My legs are shaking, and my stomach hurts, but we do not stop because we have to finish before noon.
Out of 20 patients and after washing 10 people, I estimate that the other 3 nurses can do the rest, Well, again, NO !!
I still had to do a toilet at 11:45 and I refused to do another at noon, I had the hell out of it.
At half-past twelve, we took our break and had to start over again to put the patients in the bathroom or bed or even change their protection.
And to finish encode the care of noon.
I am tired, tired, and enraged that there is not enough staff to help us. Leaders require as many patients for a caregiver, be it an autonomous patient or a bedridden patient, for them it's the same thing.
but in a geriatric ward, we should be more numerous.
I, who loved this job 20 years ago, I'm starting to hate it to this day.
Me in a short time
Namasté, Varda
