I reached my breaking point Friday night at work. Frustrated, cranky and hungry does not mix well together. I was beginning to feel sick from all the nonsense that I informed them I'm not coming back the next day. I got home at 10:30 half-frozen and convinced that I can't be a superwoman. I guess the upset stomach I had to endure the next day was the last straw to convince me that my decision was right.
Family member: I would like to pay for a private nurse.
Me: Sure, but I would suggest hiring a personal aid worker instead of a nurse. I can provide you the number and you can ask about the cost you will have to pay.
FM: You won't pay for that?
Me: No. She does not need it in my opinion.
FM: The other patient in the room called for a nurse and it took 5 minutes for the nurse to come.
Me: *blank look*
Did he just say 5 minutes?? I guess we are all suppose to be like Flash - right where you want in a blink of an eye. Who cares if we're in report to know whats going on? I guess it doesn't matter if we're with another patient because we are expected to be in two places.
Did someone call for Super(wo)man?
Wait, let me get my cape.
Three group of friends translates to three different holiday get-together. Did I mention two groups out of the three are nurses which means there's at least one with a different shift?
Is it just me or does life generally revolve around work?
Tomorrow, I will change my opinion and say life is about friends, family, love and experiences.