MyDayWasWorseThanYours: tales of a med/surg nurse

I’ve been posting more stuff on Instagram lately. Following me- @mydaywasworsethanyours. I want some followers who aren’t all trying to sell me scrubs!

I sat at the front desk to answer phone calls for 15 minutes today.

I got one call from an angry family member who yelled at me about the bad food we were serving.

A call from a very confused doctor insisting that his patient was on my unit…but this was not true.

FOUR calls from someone speaking another language, repeating the same thing over and over but I had no clue what they were saying.

When the charge nurse leads our start of shift huddle and the floor is particularly heavy.

When you answer the confused patient’s call light by asking “can I help you?” and the response is “I don’t know, who are you? Where are you?”

Everyone tell me what random thing gives you anxiety, I want to see if it’s the same as my random thing. I DOUBT IT because mine is so random.

When the sitter needs a bathroom break, you step into the room, and the patient greets you like this.

When the incredibly needy patient asks if they’re calling too much.

When your last shift was so bad you’re up early texting the charge nurse to make sure you don’t get a certain patient back. 😳

An app with “rare patient conditions” to look at when I’m bored. 👩🏼‍⚕️🚑🏥💊💉

When the telemetry phone rings for the 38474827474th time.

After a shift spent begging for Haldol orders and nonstop bed alarms. WHY CAN’T THEY SIT STILL!?