I didn't write about day 8, I think I just wanted to shut it from memory. Needless to say, it was as bad as it ever gets. Too many patients, not enough staff, blah blah. Who cares? No one. Certainly not the management. Anyway, I went to my fitness class after that last shift and 8 days of persistent dehydration nearly did me in. I had a very bad headache for 24 hours after that session.
Today's shift is a long day. I did a late shift yesterday and ended up leaving the ward at 22.30. That's 8.75 hours between shifts. Totally unacceptable. I didn't sleep either. I was watching the news about the London riots but I think I was doing that because I just didn't want today to come around too quickly. I'm dreading this shift. And I'm on a 10 hour early shift tomorrow. I dread going in each time. I feel I'm not doing my job properly and that I'm putting my registration at risk each and every time I'm there. I missed things yesterday. Little things, nothing life threatening. I felt I was leaving things for the night staff, despite not having a break. The sister I was working with and I grabbed a sandwich each out of the fridge and ate that while we were writing. This was after 8pm and it was the first time we had had a drink as well. It won't be long before we're all off sick. If it wasn't for the army I'd be off sick with stress myself.
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