But when you assess her objectively:
(1) Normal respiratory rate; (2) Accessory muscles unused; (3) Clear breath sounds; (4) Normal VTE; (5) Normal Pressure Limitations; (6) No desaturation (7) She looked pretty comfortable with current vent settings.
And I’m like:
Why did you have to wait until the end of my shift to order all those crap for my patient, Ms. Resident? How am I supposed to go home on time? No worries. Just be cool. :)
The thing I hate most about my job, about being a nurse, is that I can’t help but blame myself whenever my patient suddenly goes to the opposite end of being healthy. In just a millisecond, an alert and coherent patient becomes unresponsive. I dislike it when the deterioration happens in my watch. My mom told me to just get over it and move on, and that it is part of the job, but I just can’t help but worry. Was it something I did? Was it something I didn’t do?
I hate working on Sundays. :(