Shoot Me, I'm Not Perfect
It’s hard being the perfect woman, the perfect mother, and most importantly, the perfect nurse. I need to re-read this book and take a refresher course on how to be flawless because I screwed up at work.
I went to bed last night after working my usual Sunday evening shift and I went right to sleep. I was exhausted when I arrived back home, and I was well on my way to falling into a deep, peaceful sleep when I woke up around 2 A.M. I sat straight up in bed and screamed a succession of naughty words when I remembered that I hadn’t documented that my patients had received their 10 PM meds. Now I promise you, my patients got their medications, and I know that I can document those medications when I return to work, but crap, I hate it when I make mistakes. I’m the charge nurse, I’m the old pro, I’m suppose to be perfect! I tossed and turned in bed, and I couldn’t go back to sleep. Some people would say that I had a senior moment, while others might suggest that I had a mind fart, but whatever you call this phenomenon, it SUCKS.
Hospitals require perfection from their nurses, and God help you if you fail to meet their employer’s expectations. Perhaps Fujitsu’s new service robot will replace me if I make any more mistakes at work. I guess my boss will have something else to throw in my face during my next evaluation.