This last week beat the snot out of me. I really want to write a resounding “Fuck yeah!” and a post related to some great nursing writing by Not Nurse Ratched and Those Emergency Blues, but I don’t have it. I’m running on empty from a worse week than normal. If we weren’t getting screwed by the patients, the ED, docs and our fellow nurses there was a general feeling of being under a bad moon. I feel like I saw the future of my floor this week: it wasn’t pretty. I want to say more, but can’t formulate coherent logical thoughts. Believe me, I’ve been trying. Nothing seems to flow right. I have some snippets put down, but can’t seem to make them go anywhere.
Go read these posts. They’re beyond good and in many ways capture what I’m thinking better than I can.
I have this feeling of impending doom regarding my unit. What they write about is evolving on my unit and I am scared to death about it. I feel that even though my manager wants our input, doing so would make me (and every other charge nurse) complicit in the same destructive behavior described above. I don’t want any of it.
Don’t worry I’ll find my flow again.