I had the worst day ever today. I thought yesterday was bad, but today was several orders of magnitude worse.
At the end of my shift, after giving report, when I FINALLY started documenting, a long-time unit secretary/CNA (yes, she does BOTH) came up to me and asked, only half-jokingly,
"Whose oatmeal did you piss in to get THIS shitty assignment?!"
It wasn't supposed to be a bad day, but my patients had other ideas.
One died. One crashed. One was discharged (yay!). One's anxiety made him a huge PITA. And throw in an admission right at the end, and I was completely wrecked.
But, I work on an awesome unit where everyone pitches in to help, so that made a tremendous difference. Everything got done. All meds were given. All my patients were safe (yes, even the lady who died). Documentation is a nurse's bane, however.
I finally clocked out at 2107, picked up Tally, and headed to a local Irish pub. Good food, good music, and now I'm for bed. Luckily I don't go back to work until tomorrow night, so I can sleep in.
I just hope that the feeling that I don't know wtf I'm doing wears off soon...*sigh*.