Well, I've made it. I'm finally in healthcare. Love, love, love it. I'm a .7 float, so that means I work at the hospital on the surgical/maternity and medicine/palliative floors. I also work at the personal care home that is connected to the hospital through an underground tunnel. I have to admit, I like both places equally the same. Part of me likes the routine at the care home and yet I like how at the hospital it's always new and changing.
I was a bit worried to be working on palliative. That quickly went away. I find it like self therapy. I can relate to the families and I truly feel compassion for these patients. I treat them caringly like I did my husband, yet I don't have the same deep feelings for them, understandably.
Have had drama with a co-worker. Never had that before. She took it upon herself to say that I'm loud, say "sweetie and hon" too much, that she feels I over do it. That I'm just too bubbly. Also that I'm too personable with the patients, especially palliative. Once she said palliative, I kinda lost it. Asked other co-workers if they felt the same way, they said not at all, that I'm fun to work with, that I'm great with the patients, etc. Later that same co-worker pulled me aside and apologized, she was crying, then told me about her issues. The rest of the night, she acted like my friend. I'm very wary and won't get personal.
Other than that, everything else is going GREAT! I work mostly evenings, which gives me more time with Brady.
Love the scrubs they have out. Have been going a little crazy buying new top s. I love the patterns and bright colors. Here's one of my new ones. Got lots of compliments.
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