fcukencheebehh.


Title best describes my mood right now. Day three into my night shift, and it has been nothing but HELL. Bad enough my first night started off with a big welcoming present; having to pack the deceased who died unknowingly. Everyone knew he was due for death, but i didnt expect it to be 3 hours into the shift! To top it all, the ward had suddenly underwent a revamp; that i felt like a freshie who had just graduated and had to be orientated once again. Fcuk.

And this is the only round of night that we've been working our ass off, preparing for the ever stressful JCI. The night would start off with the usual daily routines, then its off to the race of having to prepare new/old casenotes, summarizing of patients casenotes into one short paragraph, checking this, checking that, cleaning here, cleaning there, more paperwork and god knows what. Not forgetting the many many policies that we have to read and memorize. Fucking tiring, i tell you. Everyone's been staying back, some doing double, if not, triple shifts, and some even made to come back despite being on off or on leave. All this hassle; for the fucking JCI.

Its good to see everyone working hand to hand, and helping each other out. I dont think there's any other ward who has such great team spirit like us. But sometimes i think the work load is just too much. The head departments are stressing the sisters and the sisters in turn, are stressing us. And all because; our ward is a multi discipline medical ward that has a reputation, both good and bad. I guess its good cause everyone knows the quality that our ward produces, but at the same time, the pressure can get very nerve-wrecking! Gawddd.

I swear im not prepared for JCI. Hell, ive yet to even finish reading the policies. Bad enough im working everyday that week. Bugger. But i guess having more mornings is fair enough, rather than having to work evenings or nights; where we have to do more spring cleaning and sponging! Gawddd. There's soo many sponging to be done in B2! I hope my B2 girls would have a better round of night than me. Pray hard! Arghhh.

All this JCI talk is killing me. We work; JCI. We talk; JCI. We eat; JCI. We sleep; JCI. We dream; JCI. Everything; JCI. Gawddd. Lets just hope the auditors dont pick on our ward this time round. For now, we can only hope for the best. One more night to go, then its time to partayy! (: