Stories about the experiences of a registered nurse. You are not alone!
Now working the Psych Ward.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
I wore sweats and a t-shirt to work. Finally. It was the day after Christmas, so I figured nobody would notice. Nobody did. A white lab coat was within reach if needed, which it wasn't. Most of administration was out.
My hair remained in its post-shower frayed bun.
The day started slow, but then an avalanche of orders started- backed up from two days, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. Plus, people panic on Fridays, not wanting to go into the weekend without medical intervention.