So the cat’s out the bag. I cried at work. Thursday was tough. Like unusually tough. I found myself struggling to keep a handle on it all. Funny enough, I tried to power through it all at the start of the shift.
Well wait.
Let me go back.
So if you didn’t know, I’m a registered nurse. I got my license back in June, so one could argue that I’m fairly new to life as a nurse.
It wouldn’t be an argument I’d win because they would be very correct. I’m very new to life as a nurse.
It is however comforting to know that many of my patients don’t get that from me… being a new nurse that is.
They all usually assume I’ve been in my profession for some time, then get stumped on how that could be. My “baby face” is likely the culprit behind the confusion lol.
Anyway.
Work was hard Thursday.
I had patients who were very difficult to please. Some who needed me at every turn. Family members who could not be satisfied, try as I might. Physician’s who were short with me. Pain in my back and tummy (thanks a lot Mother Nature) that wouldn’t let up.
It was tough and it felt like it was all hitting me at once.
I was frustrated, so I went to the bathroom (my place of solace when I feel like I’m drowning, and cried). Yep, I sure did. I cried at work.
Not because I was sad, not even because I was in pain — mostly because I was frustrated. Frustrated at the notion that a day that started off so well, could turn into shit so quickly just before noon. In that moment I never connected more with the phrase,
“Time waits for no one” because it sure didn’t wait for me try to get a handle on things before everything went to shit.
But after my little cry would y’all believe me if I said I felt better… almost instantly. It’s as if I needed to get it all out, so that I could think clearer and formulate a plan to make it through the rest of the day.
I felt ridiculous as I wiped my eyes and looked myself stern in the mirror.
I cried at work y’all. Ugh, I cried at damn work LOL.
But it might have been just what I needed. A few hours after, I was thinking clearer and managed to do a lot before the end of my shift.
For one, those family members and patients that couldn’t be pleased? I worked it out to where they were singing my praises by the end of shift. Everything else sort of fell in line after that.
So yeah, I cried at work. But in the end I left smiling.
Imagine that.
Thelms
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