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We’ve recently transferred to our new, insanely huge, insanely equipped, and insanely expensive hospital. I like that it’s insane, but whoa, I am not kidding when I say “huge”. It’s like one gigantic complex made up of three buildings. The hallways go on forever. And I mean FOREVER. I’ve only been inside one of the three buildings, and I haven’t even seen all the floors yet. I should’ve expected that though, since the whole place is located in GC, about 3 cities away from where I live. The way I see it, a block in GC would be equal to 2 or 3 “normal” blocks.
Anyway, I’ve been taking the MRT to GC for the past week. Commuting to GC isn’t much of a problem (even if I lose sleep waking up veeery early to beat the morning crowd), it’s getting home that drives me crazy! You can’t help but want to kill. Riding the train from Ayala/Guadalupe to Cubao during the rush hour is like going to war. The MRT’s a battlefield. Or a trash compactor. You’d feel way more comfortable in a sardines can.
I don’t think I can take commuting to GC once we start on shifting schedules, so I spent about two months looking for a nearer place to rent. I was lucky enough to find a room (at one of my friends’ house, oh yeah). I love that her unit’s number is 133, same as the number of my house. I’m moving out next weekend so I guess I have to start packing as early as now.
Bye bye family. I’ll be home on weekends maybe. I hope I don’t get separation anxiety.
I’ve been awake for almost 24 hours. I was on night duty and I got home around 3:00pm- a full 8 hours after the time I should have gone home which is supposed to be at around 7:00 or 8:00AM. I am so tired. My shift during that night was hell. Toxic, hectic, one big headache. And then on the very last hour of my duty, something happens. Something incredibly, massively stupid, unnecessary and unexpected.
I couldn’t concentrate on the work I had left to do. I was actually crying in the nurses’ station because everything was going horribly horribly wrong. All the little things just kept adding up, from non-answering doctors, non-infusing IV lines, blood transfusion problems, less than 40cc of urine output from a kidney patient (that’s roughly 2 tablespoons), freaking needles, and angry co-workers. If I mentioned them all I’m sure it’ll take up several paragraphs. No wonder a lot of the other nurses I knew wanted to quit. I got dumped with a garbage bag full of things-that-can-possibly-go-wrong-during-your-shift. I tried really hard to keep myself from crying but I couldn’t help it. It was so embarrassing having to cry like that. Thank God I didn’t do it in front of my patients.
It took me until 10AM to finish everything for the unit, then I had to go down to the ER which took up so much time processing because I literally had to go around the hospital wards looking for forms, which my own and about half of all the units didn’t have. Freaking forms! I finished all that, along with filing an incident report. That had me going back and forth from 1st to 2nd to 5th floor. So much paperwork. I didn’t eat breakfast or lunch anymore (who the hell could eat in a condition like that anyway). It took so long that I actually saw the nurses for the afternoon shift. Shit. I never want to have to go through another incident report again, or work on another night shift.
That’s it. That’s pretty much the latest thing in my life.
