Lately a lot of patients have been asking me about my job as I was doing procedures with them, and I realize...
Even though I may seem like grumbling a lot about being busy at work and heavy workload, I grew to love my job even more somehow. May be like what Sister Cat used to say, sometimes it is not that we are not happy, but rather we just need somewhere to ventilate out whatever we are stressed about and then move on.
I don't know.
Occasionally, I do miss the days back in ICU; the preparation for all the actions, the way we work together to manage a case with my one and only colleague who is on the same shift together, the stress on wondering when will the next code blue come (still amaze with the high incidence of code blues whenever Dr Sean is on the same shift with me, was still laughing at it when I read back on the previous entries, wonder if he is still having as much codes as previously)... etc etc...
BUT, I am pretty sure that I am happier now.
Tired, yes all the time.
Time stress on completing work on time, yes.
Hectic and heavy workload, yes (just imagine yesterday when I worked I have 3 chemotherapy that completed one after another, the stress to get the drugs checked and spiked up and hooked to the respective patients without making any mistake [all the same drugs with slight difference in dosage *cry*]; while have to ensure the other patients are not left out. And speaking of which, BIG HUGS to Juju who really helped me a GREAT DEAL yesterday, couldn't have done it without her help in giving my other IV medicines while I am hooking up the rest of the 3 chemos. And of course Shirah and Aisha who helped to cover all the call bells and pumps that are beeping non-stop. Not to forget my dear Kee Kee who actually came over from the other station to wait for me to complete my report as well as helping me to clear the mess I left after messing with a PICC line. =p Oh yeah, and Sister Fung Chee who, to me, as a very big surprise, offered to help me buy food at the canteen knowing that I probably have skipped my break again.)
May be I am still not good at my work, but I do have lovely colleagues who is willing to lend a helping hand to make sure my world don't collapse on me *gRinz*.
I think, occasionally having stress like that is...
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Kinda FUN! Somehow.
Don't ask me why, I burst into laughter when I finally settled. May be my screw is really getting loose =p.
*Stretch*
Off tomorrow and then another morning shift followed by my round of night shifts AGAIN!
ARGH!
I really really really don't like to do nights... Probably really getting OLD!
Wish me luck on my upsoming nights man!
