Long time, no post. I know. In the remote possibility that somebody out there is still paying attention, I'm going to explain my hiatus.
I left the ICU at MyHospital. I am now retooling to be an acute dialysis RN.
Much of the reason I couldn't blog was because first of all, I was negotiating a new job. Other reasons I couldn't blog:
Lots of hospitals have ICUs, and calling MyHospital MyHospital and changing a handful of details about patients was easy enough to be HIPAA compliant and protect everybody's privacy. There are a lot of ESRD patients on dialysis....but few dialysis companies. And I need to rethink and be more cautious in my tale-telling than I had been before. I'm really very excited about the new digs, though, and I can't wait to tell stories. I just need to probably change many more details than I had to protect everybody, and there's likely stuff I can't talk about at all.
Also, as I was leaving MyHospital, several large nails were pummeled into the coffin that contained my decision to leave there. Two reasons had me spitting bullets angry. One was a patient story wherein I feel that a physician should have been shot. Not because of any malpractice or negligence on his part, but because he'd flunked Compassion 101 in med school. It's a story every ICU nurse out there can tell about a patient 100 times over. At MyHospital, working with this physician and his group is regarded as an honor....a crowning moment in your nursing career...when you can be A Heart Nurse. But after this patient, I don't want to work with that man.
And finally, there were some management problems that I may be able to talk about now with fewer expletives. I've skirted around that issue in this blog before, and have finally had to drop off discussing it. I had a direct conflict with upper management over a patient safety issue. There isn't a nurse out there who's going to think cutting staff AFTER a sentinel event and subsequent Visit From The State is a good idea. Sane people do not think this way. MyHospital does. I had taken care of the patient, and I sent an angry (though expletive-less) email over some people's heads. I was hauled into the principal's office over "my way of communicating." I was told I offended people by suggesting that "anybody had forgotten the patient's name". (Which I dropped repeatedly in the email, lest they forget that a woman died and she has a name and it is Insert-Name-Here.
See? Me and my rude communicating. So I've got a lot to get caught up on. Been a busy two months.
So I'll be checkin back in more often.