Things are still going in the ICU. My preceptor is bound and determined to make a critical care nurse out of me yet. I don't think she sees the dazed expression on my face when she starts to talk about the stuff we have been doing downstairs for years. One of the other nurses was watching and told me later that she could tell I was getting frustrated. I really wish I was doing more Neuro stuff and not just being taught 'how to be a nurse.' I wish she would just come downstairs and shadow for a shift.... I think it would open her eyes..... and probably scare the shit out of her.
SO I had 2 patients last night (2, thats all.... no 16 traumas.... no drunks, 2 whole patients) the first was nice, quiet and slept most of the night. The second was a little old man (I called him my turnip) with a head bleed. I got him straight from the OR, which was at least something fun to do. He was opening his eyes for me by the end of the shift.... but is still a pretty sick guy.
The cop can tell I'm not happy. I know its hard for him to see me like that. He has been going above and beyond at home just to make sure that I am happy. I have to keep telling myself that this IS going to be worth it soon.