Yesterday, I read something inspiring. I’m the type that likes to search for the meaning of life; to find my purpose. We’re all different. We keep telling each other that no one’s the same. I never looked into it, just accepted and ignored this saying. I moved on with my life, hearing “we’re all different” constantly. People keep telling me I’m different. I’m odd; just a bit off-beat in a tune.
Less stress. Eat less. Less work. Less stress. Eat less. Less work.
This is what constantly runs though my mind before I head to work. I say a little prayer each day – for a hopefully peaceful day.
I’m supposed to be asleep right now because I’ll be charge tomorrow again. I can’t sleep because my mind is not at rest. My body’s aching – tired – sore. My last resort would be to end up taking medication for my anxiety.
This morning I came into work, expecting to do MDS so I came in late… I had a gut feeling the night before that someone would call off. It irked me for the longest time before heading off to bed. When I came in this morning, sure enough… I was told that I’d be charge. Eight hours off MDS – I’m behind again. I also had a no call – no show CNA.
I’m starting to write more. I need to.
People say that the facility I’m working at is such a “chill” place or “so easy”. What makes this place so easy is how many things people get away with. The bosses care up to a certain point. Red flag!
One point I’ll get across is – never admit a loved one into a nursing home!
I believe in what’s right. I try to be fair. I’m an advocate to these people. I want to do things the right way.
I don’t understand how some people pass medications to 40+ patients within 1 hour – sometimes even just 45 minutes
I don’t understand how some people don’t wash their hands
I don’t understand how some people don’t suction
I don’t understand how some people don’t flush Gtubes
I don’t understand how some people sleep on the job!
I don’t understand how some people skip house medications – just go for the important ones
I don’t understand how some people sit around at the station and just use their phone when they could be doing rounds
This is why I’m not fit for a nursing home.
People always ask why I look so stressed. The only thing I can tell them is, “You just don’t understand.”
Only after the third month of working at this facility, I was discouraged. I had very little to no excitement coming to work. I was doing swing shifts for a while. I started and only applied for the morning shift. Back in May, I worked night shifts.
First day in June, I switched back to day shift with a promotion! My previous post contains all the details – minus the small distractions that kept me going for so long. Mind you, I’ve only been in this facility for 6 months, but I’m already absolutely drained!
I have a fixed Tuesday – Saturday schedule now. When charge nurses call off, MDS takes over for that station. I remember when it was almost constant – the call offs. I was falling behind with my work and I would get chewed out for being behind. My coworker and I addressed the issue as to why we’re falling behind. No change. We would do double the amount of work, for the same pay as every charge nurse there.
By this time, July was coming around and I was finishing up a 16 hour shift as a charge nurse… After having a minor breakdown on my day off, I decided to apply for Kaiser and LA County. I wanted to have something to look forward to.
In August, I received a letter from LA County saying that my application was accepted and that I was scheduled to take a test. Long story short, I passed the test and received a phone call for my interview.
She only asked me 5 questions, smiled, and took notes. Although I was nervous, I felt pretty confident about my answers. Those questions showed up on my NCLEX!
So here I am, waiting… for my physical, which could take a whole month. I had my badge picture taken and fingerprints recently.
Change is coming. They’re going to feel it.
The feeling I had 2 years ago – the last time I wrote on here is quite the opposite of what I’m feeling today.
Nursing… is not what I expected it to be… at least where I’m working at so far.
Although there are brief moments where I enjoy helping and talking to patients – making them happy, and letting them vent their feelings… the part that makes us human…
There are the critical parts such as treatment and medications for the various medical conditions that these patients could have.
Yes… I enjoy what I do!
- Charge nurse for 40+ elderly patients, most with dementia and in need of extensive assistance
- Supervise 7 CNAs (if I’m lucky)
- Med pass within 2 hrs
- Carry out orders before your shift ends
- Gtubes – galore
All of which I don’t mind – it can be done.
MDS (Minimum Data Set) – “VIP of the facility” – I guess…
Now with this promotion, there’s a heavy amount of work that we do. Yes, there’s more of us…
- Assessments every three months for our 40+ residents
- Meetings with family and interdisciplinary team weekly
- Coding online – everyday (admission and discharge)
- Careplans updated weekly
- Weight / Diet Management
- Admission paperwork
The problem is:
I’m a charge nurse AND MDS – the difference between the two…
As a charge nurse, your work is done for the day. As MDS, your work is NOT done for the day – ever actually.
Good evening all ~ It’s been a very long time since my last post…
I honestly almost forgot that I had a blog until today. I can’t stress how much has changed. The amount of people I’ve lost contact with and the few that I’ve gotten close to recently.
Why this picture?
It’s the realest and most relaxed I’ve been.. happy even (after the twist and turn of events). This was the beginning of something different.
I started school again for LVN to hopefully bridge to RN. We shall see… I want to finish what I started and not doubt myself anymore.
At first, I was just visiting the school to inquire, but I ended up applying for the summer term. No more waiting around. So what did I do for those few months while waiting?
I filled out an application for a passport and left the country with a good friend of mine, whom I’m confused about at the moment..
Some time around March, we went to Mexico – Tijuana, La Bufadora, and Ensenada. It was not what I expected at all. I never imagined going to Mexico, after all the things my parents warned me about; trying to get me to change my mind about going. But I was curious… it’s a beautiful place.
In April, we made a spontaneous trip over to Vegas. I figured.. he should experience Vegas in his 20s at least once!
I met a lot of his family members in May when we went to San Felipe in Mexico. That was the most fun I’ve had in such a long time. Unforgettable.
June came too fast. Here I am in my second term and doing well so far. Two more terms to go then I get to take the NCLEX!
Working at my same job full time and school full time is tough… At times I feel like caving, but I keep reminders for myself so I don’t cave again.
I don’t have the same stress as I did a few years ago…
Pray for me~
I’ve been gone for almost half a year on WP! Good Morning/Evening to whoever~
A lot of people have come-and-gone these past few months. From coworkers to friends, they were great company, but we’ve all moved on for certain reasons. I haven’t withdrawn from old friends and it’s not that I’ve completely changed my lifestyle; I really haven’t. These days, I’ve just been craving for rest.
I still love nightlife, venturing out to do anything and everything at night. I still love writing and I write a few things every once in a while, but privately, in journals. I still love learning languages. In January, I held off on my Korean for a bit to focus on work, but somewhere around April, I couldn’t take it (not learning) so I started off again; a lot better this time. Being outdoors, wandering, relaxing at the park, hiking, etc. Everything I’ve always loved is still there, but… there’s just not enough time in a day.
Work consists of dealing with a lot of people M-F. I’d say roughly a little less than 100 people a day, that’s a lot. Who knew that could be tiring?
I’m in dire need of a deep tissue massage~
Off to work again. I may update tonight, tomorrow, in a few months? We’ll see…
Question to start off the year (I’ll admit, it’s not a positive one… I came home from work totally drained of energy and pissed off)
There have been several changes since my last post that I’ll be experiencing for the rest of this year and onward (I hope)
- Started off Dec ’13 by working at my new job. (Remember the interview? Well, I got hired !)
- Gained an interest (or two). Totally unexpected, but that’s too personal to share.
- Became comfortable working with needles
- Learned a new language (still learning…) so I have to hold off on my Korean for a while so I don’t get confused.
- Started caring about fitness all over again (benefits of working in a healthcare environment.
- Vanity (Yes… I started caring about my appearance more… that’s because it’s a requirement at work)
After working at this site, I realized that even though it’s not my main interest, I don’t mind the environment at all. The company that surrounds you is what usually influences you to make certain actions or change some ideas. It’s only been a month and I hit it off with a lot of my coworkers. I’ve never been surrounded by so many coworkers with awesome personalities before.
In just these few short weeks, so much has happened…
The big change that I kept talking about before… maybe this is just the start of it.
Who really knows?
This is a year of great opportunities and change.
It’s like I disappeared from the tech life altogether.
Okay… partially lying…
I’ve been lurking, but haven’t posted much, which is a miracle for me. I’ve actually been sleeping more; the after effect of working again.
I did some online shopping earlier this morning. No regrets because none of it is for me.
For such a long time, I haven’t given much to anyone because I never had enough. This time, I have a long list of people I want to give back to; a long list of people that deserve a treat for tolerating me for so long ♡
I’ve given a lot of thought into what kind of tattoo I would get for such a long time.
I’ve been collecting pictures off of various websites that I found appealing to me. I don’t want to get a tattoo simply because of how pretty it would look or a really great phrase that has absolutely no value to me.
Of course, once it’s done, you can’t change it. It’s permanent. Total understatement of the century. It’s a commitment that you’ll have to hold onto forever unless you decide to remove it. It’s painful to get as it to remove, so I’ve heard.
I thought of getting a dandelion, not on my wrist as shown in the picture. I’m not certain about the placement, but I also thought of having the words, ‘Joie de vivre’ along the side of it.
There’s nothing complicated or fancy about it, but I assure you, it means a lot for me.
Dandelions have many meanings to it. I used to come across these adorning the front yard of our old house. I was told to never touch it, but I was young so… I did. I didn’t see anything wrong with picking one, blowing the little weed in fascination when the little puff of white swept away in the breeze.
I was told that if you make a wish, it would come true. I was a true believer of these petty things. I was 6 years old and very gullible. Simple things were fascinating; anything related to a dream or wish was.
‘Joie de vivre’ came along as I grew older, when I was recovering through tough times.
The joy in life is to live your dream and let it lead you where it may.
I love cozy; I’m in dire need of it. I can’t stress that enough especially because of the course of events I’ve experienced this year.
Luxury doesn’t have to be expensive. I’m blessed to have everything I need to live. These ‘things’ that I say I want, can wait… I don’t need them. Not now.
It’s 6AM in the morning, the time I wake up almost every single day. (I have a tendency to wake up before the sun rises) After shutting off my alarm, I usually wait for another 5 minutes before peeling the covers off to get up. Before I make my way down the top bunk, I sit up-top, overlooking the tiny bedroom I’ve lived in since elementary school. It’s been a very long time.
I always start my day with a coffee and check my email before heading out to run my errands, go to class, or work.
I’m busy all the time. I’m not sure if it’s just the amount of things I think about or the amount of things I do throughout day. Either way, I’m constantly engaged in something. My day comes to a close around sundown. By this time, I’m beat.
If it’s not the noise of living in the city, it’s the running or fast-pace walking I’m used to. This year it was rare for me to leisurely walk through the malls or the beach. I’m always in a rush, moving from place-place. ‘I’m running out of time!’ It’s a reminder I warn myself, usually around lunch time. Why do I do this? I don’t know. A lot has changed since the beginning of this year. I’m hardly at ease.
It totals up to 12 hours of being awake, whether I’m here at home or not.
The tension dissipates when the city gets quiet, when my neighbors stop yelling, when the kids go indoors…
I don’t sleep right away when I get here. I either eat or become totally engrossed with my laptop to catch up on news or replenish my energy with upbeat music, as if I need it.
I’m a night owl. I’m used to functioning well in these hours. I just can’t fall asleep no matter how tired I am. As of right now, it’s 1230AM of Sunday! I lost track of time again.
I finally figured out why… it’s simple and clear.
I’m not comfortable. I’ve never been. I’m awake during the day because I have to, but I’m always drowsy. At night, my energy picks up, but not as much.
It’s the bed I come home to, to unwind and take a breather, from this lifestyle… It’s all worn out. I sink into some areas of it, embracing me uncomfortably. It’s a twin size bed up-top; I can only move so much… How did I get used to sleeping this way for 16 years?
I have no choice due to some circumstances.
When I get the chance, when I reach stability, I’ll save up enough to have my own space; my own little haven. It’s almost a rare opportunity for me to plop onto a comfy, cozy bed and drift off to sleep.
I’d love it. I can’t wait 🙂
This morning I woke up to silence. I share the bedroom with my parents. I was used to the sounds of the tv on every morning and the small talk between my parents. Everyone was gone…
Every morning, I’d usually be greeted by the kitties and the pup. They would paw at my legs routinely, gesturing for attention. It didn’t happen this morning. I wondered where everyone went.
I found the pup. He was lazing around in the living room with my parents, who were watching tv and finishing up their breakfast. I glanced at one part of the room and saw one of the cats in the closet, grooming himself. Everything seemed normal. I prepared my usual black coffee, one of the three I had this morning, before retreating to the bedroom to check some emails. I finally found my other cat, napping.
I did a double-take because he was not napping at his usual spot. I know him so well. He hardly hid whenever he slept so I pulled away from my laptop to check on him. He was lying behind a mass of pillows, in a deep sleep. I didn’t disturb him, but I observed for a few minutes. It was very odd.
I left him for a bit… I thought, ‘Maybe he’s just very tired. He’s being a cat. Leave him be.’ Still, something bothered me about the fact he was hidden away so I checked on him again. I pet him, but he didn’t respond right away. He didn’t even lift his head; just opened his eyes slowly to glance at me.
Something was wrong.