Truth be told, I've struggled with third year since day one: it's not quite what I thought it would be, yet at the same time it is. It's not the workload, lack of social life, or even the new tangible weight of pressure and expectation that's the problem - OK, maybe it's some of that - but rather the issues I've already touched upon in an earlier post that are bothering me, which to make things worse, are coupled with seemingly unshakeable feelings of self doubt.
I recently completed my first placement
of third year, and it was absolutely one of the toughest things I've
experienced to date. For the first time ever since beginning my nursing
education, I very nearly arrived at the decision to walk away from it all, and
I'd be lying if I said the thought isn't still lingering somewhere in the back
of my mind.
For the past four weeks I've been in a
state of flux: wrestling with feelings of complete inadequacy and incompetence
one minute, only to swing to feelings of accomplishment and gratification the
next - though the latter has been considerably less frequent in occurrence.
I finished second year on a high,
replete with a newly-found and much-needed confidence that I perhaps had what
it took to be a nurse, and a good nurse at that. Yet, here I am at the
beginning of my third year, questioning whether or not I am in fact cut out for
all of this.
At first I thought it was simply me
that was the problem: specifically my lack of confidence and self-belief. I
reasoned that I was placing too much pressure on myself, and prematurely at
that. Yes, I'm in my third year, but I'm at the start of it, not the end: I'm
not a qualified nurse yet. However, with only ten short months
until I do actually qualify, this form of logic is of little comfort
to me at this particular juncture.
To further exacerbate things, the
placement area itself was that of a 'heavy' acute ward, the kind of ward I had
not experienced since the beginning of my first year, and it was absolutely a
shock to the system. For those who work in different fields, the
nurse-to-patient ratio can be anything from eight to ten patients per staff
nurse, if not more. I should mention at this point that I've often been
described as an unashamed idealist by some of my friends, and I suppose in many
ways I am. I aspire to and enjoy the kind of nursing that addresses all patient
needs: otherwise known in the trade as holistic, patient-centred care, and in
my experience, acute adult wards are often not where this occurs.
I want to make very clear that in my
experience this is rarely due to the quality of nursing staff on these wards,
but rather the number of staff and resources that are deemed 'sufficient' to
provide 'safe' patient care in such settings. These wards are often filled with
older people, requiring extensive medical and nursing input and interventions.
An average morning on such wards
usually consists of the following: a nursing handover, the serving of
breakfast, the administration of medications, the facilitation of patient
hygiene needs, and the participation of ward rounds; all of which is completed
just in time (hopefully) for lunch to be served.
Following lunch you have: regular 'turns' and 'checks' (which would have also been performed throughout the morning) to maintain, the first set of documentation to complete for each patient (which ideally would have been done earlier but there probably wasn’t time), IV antibiotics to prepare and administer, three medications rounds, dressings changes, the carrying out of physiological observations, any additional nursing interventions that are required, consultations with patients' loved ones, an MDT meeting to attend depending on what day of the week it is, a final set of documentation to complete, and nursing handover to give; all of which is to be completed before you finish your shift and go home, though most likely not on time.
Following lunch you have: regular 'turns' and 'checks' (which would have also been performed throughout the morning) to maintain, the first set of documentation to complete for each patient (which ideally would have been done earlier but there probably wasn’t time), IV antibiotics to prepare and administer, three medications rounds, dressings changes, the carrying out of physiological observations, any additional nursing interventions that are required, consultations with patients' loved ones, an MDT meeting to attend depending on what day of the week it is, a final set of documentation to complete, and nursing handover to give; all of which is to be completed before you finish your shift and go home, though most likely not on time.
What I’ve described is only a very
basic and general rundown of an average shift: I’ve not even touched on the
hypothetical three discharges that you somehow managed to squeeze in, nor the
three new admissions that all arrived during your final medications round,
precisely one hour before the night staff are due to arrive for handover.
This is the daily reality for most
adult nurses on acute wards, and it is this that creates what the brilliant
nurse-blogger @grumblingA insightfully
articulates as ‘compassion hunger’ for many of these nurses - the post for
which you can find here. It’s not a
coincidence that as a student nurse with less but ever-increasing
responsibilities, I seem able to build better rapport and relationships with
patients than most staff nurses - at least in my opinion - which is another insight the
aforementioned author highlights in the same post, but that I only recently
began to really focus on and scrutinise - a fate that sadly I suspect awaits me.
So what now? Where does all of this
leave me? Right now, I’m not sure. All I know is that I’m left with lots of
questions and doubts, and feeling woefully short of answers.
