Day 2 of 8.

Written on my phone in my car at 13.25 on my break:
I hate working for the NHS, the organisation is a fucking joke. I have just been made to look like an idiot by sister A. She said I was panicking when I wasn't and she made me go on my break. I am sitting in my car on my own with a coffee because I was near tears before and I didn't want anyone to see me. I'm just sick of being ridiculed all the fucking time. I work so hard for so little reward. I didn't have a break this morning. She was mothering me to get rid of 1 of my patients so she could get someone else in. Turns out she had allocated wrong and he wasn't suitable for that bed. So I got stuck with moving him while she chatted to people at the nurse station. So sick of doing other people's work as well as my own. This ward is a fucking joke. I do not want to be an NHS patient ever, because we're all overworked, overstretched and underpaid. The stress is like nothing I've ever known. It's crap being a junior nurse.

I'm home now. I've just had a micro meal and I'm on some cheap wine. It's horrible but I'm drinking it. The day didn't get much better. The dependency of the patients is too much for the staff numbers. Patients are getting older and sicker and no one ever seems to take that into account. I finished at 21.30. I've had 8 patients all day. Numerous IVs, doctors seemingly unable to follow basic instructions. I think I've sent someone home without an anticoagulant clinic appointment; I'll have to follow that up tomorrow, if I have time. It was the patient I was rushing to get discharged because we needed the bed. I'm dreading tomorrow. It will be more of the same. I'm on a normal early, but I probably won't finish on time. More free labour for the NHS. But we're all supposed to be grateful to have a job, aren't we? I wish I had the brass neck to take the piss and go off sick with stress. It's always the same ones who take the piss. And I'm the one getting yelled at and made fun of.