Actually you should be beaten for that
Previous issues
Week 29: Mr All Right
Week 28: Sustainability
Week 27: Why antibiotics
Week 26: Ingrown nail
Week 25: Mask Drama
Week 24: Nurses' diagnosis
Week 23: Care Officers
Week 20: MDK assessor
Week 19: Care service
It has never been so easy for me to choose the current winner of the week. After the last four articles, it should be clear to you that only one is eligible: "The new girl", who left me before she even started working here. Which is not to say I didn't give her the chance. She had more than enough day and night duties with me. Okay, pretty quickly we cancelled the night ones. For, well, reasons. Still, she had about five shifts with me and the offer of two inductions. Unfortunately, she is too lazy to do anything that has anything to do with work. That pretty much sums up the lasting impression she left on (almost) all her colleagues.
Only, on which seat does she deserve the honour?
Let's briefly recap what happened. There is a history to this that I didn't mention in the last story. It was a few weeks ago. As I said, it's not that I denied her the chance.
- On her first shift, she fell asleep and didn't hear the alarm. When she finally woke up, I had already informed my emergency contacts as well as team management and management that I needed help. Because my nurse fell asleep shortly after starting her shift.
- She starts 100% of services by explaining that she cannot work today.
- She shortened the planned training day from the usual eight hours, which were far too short anyway, to only two hours. She knew everything anyway.
- She doesn't know shit and can do even less. Suction, cough, ventilation, mask change, all failed.
- During the induction, she was too lazy to try things out herself. After only 90 minutes, which included numerous smoking breaks - alone, although the nurse who was training her was a smoker himself - she broke off because she still had private things to do.
- She refused to be retrained by the head of the nursing department and went smoking.
- She spent by far the majority of her time on my balcony with coffee, cigarettes and private phone calls. In terms of noise pollution, she showed no consideration for my neighbours or me.
- She could not do anything on her own. She wouldn't even give me the medication unless I reminded her and explained what it was.
- But how should she have known? During the induction she clearly showed that she has no desire to listen at all. She is too lazy to read her own documentary. And she won't look at mine with her ass.
- She covers up mistakes by telling new tall tales to everyone in the room.
- And this is probably one of the things that is unacceptable for me: she doesn't respect my wishes and teaches me why my wishes are wrong. Someone like that has no place in care.
So much for that. And the promised brevity. So let's keep the summary short. Place
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- Cover me up, strip me completely naked and "clean" me in bed with surface disinfection, then soap me up from head to toe. And leave me to freeze for two hours until they have finished the laundry. Read more? You can find it here: Basic care
- Now I have certainty. My beloved sister is visiting. And takes photos of my mask, every time one of my carers claims that the band at the back is already behind my ears - it doesn't go any higher. I was mistaken, I have a perceptual disorder, I'm just imagining it. The photos, however, prove the opposite.
- "The new one" who knew everything better but couldn't do any of it. She started every shift by explaining why she couldn't work today either. Instead, she preferred to spend her time with coffee, cigarettes and private phone calls on my balcony. As she did during the first induction. The second one she refused like docu and care instructions altogether. To be read at here. And here. Here also.
- That could have gone badly in the eye. We were lucky in our misfortune. Does someone actually have to die for - maybe - something to happen? My doctor is convinced that I should have been fever-free two days earlier. After three days of antibiotics, paracetamol, Ibu 600 and Novalgin, the body temperature has to go down permanently.
As is so often the case, my doctor was right. Even after one day, the fever went down noticeably and permanently. After two days it is practically gone. But I have to be given the antibiotic. Unfortunately, this information was lost because there was no documentation due to a lack of clear instructions from the management and due to a lack of serious control, everyone did what they thought was sensible. And because there was no handover. Because nurse A is always late and doesn't give a shit. And nurse B therefore plays the offended liver sausage like a toddler. No more talking to A. As a result, the patient gets twice the amount of antibiotics or, as in this case, none at all. Don't get me wrong, of course mistakes happen in nursing. No one means me any harm. But this must not happen.
But it happens. For the second time in four weeks, which is why it enters in podium position 3.
You can find the whole report here.
- You still remember my Nail fold inflammation? It feels like months ago. It was during my sister's last visit to Germany. And she comes to see me - Yippieh! ? - next week. She'll be surprised when she sees this next week. Was almost better after all, after my doctor said, please do not put anything on it. Just disinfect and leave it alone. Um, leave alone and trust the doctor, my nurses can't do that. Well, apart from the sort who, even after explicit reforestation, hardly complies with the request to store me properly at night.
Story follows. Small teaser. Nurse A has independently decided not to disinfect any more. Uh, wait a minute? Yes, the same nurse has just pushed out pus. Strange things have been happening since he was forced to work for me by his PDl for days, completely exhausted and not at all receptive. I really - really - think he has post-COVID. Nurse B, without orders and without asking me, put Lavanid on it. Nurse C picked at it. Nurse D removed crusts, although the doctor specifically said that we were not allowed to do that. Nurse E tells me that everything has healed perfectly and that I shouldn't tell my doctor. The fact that I am supposed to be in pain can't really be true.
I inform my nurses and still inform my doctor. He comes by immediately. Inflammation again. Pus. Blood. Some contaminated ointment residue. Swab taken from skin and sent to lab. Thank you. To the whole team.
- To tell the surprise visitor, who enters the flat with his own key on Saturday morning, one of the most implausible old wives' tales I have ever heard. Of course, he didn't drink the can of Jackie Cola. Some completely retarded person threw it in the rubbish and now the whole flat smells of it. He took it out of the bin to rinse it out. More about that? You can find it here: The insensitive sick person.
- The nurse who knew about the miraculous spontaneous healing of my toe when I hadn't even noticed it. And he informed my doctor, although he had neither looked at the toe nor asked me how I was feeling. Because if he had, he would have known that the pain was getting worse, not better. You can read about it here: His 7th words
- Discussion with a nurse about whether it is really nail inflammation, as my doctor claims. She is of a different opinion. If she has her way, I'll have to get a new chiropodist immediately. Mine did a very poor job and didn't even do anything about the ingrown nail. How can she judge this better than my doctor, who has already examined the injury twice with a scalpel and the like? (By the way, you can read here and here.) Because she has the problem too. Oh, guys, you're really getting on my nerves.
- Statement from three of my carers on what they think about sustainability and conservation. "I really don't care what happens to the earth after me.
- "I have to have a little whisky from you now." (he said, ignoring my dimenti and emptying the bottle until the end of service) Read more? You can find it here: Inventory Olé