There are bad days, and there are hard days. The two forces are not dependent on each other. Today was a very hard day, but in no way bad. No one crabby or angry, no long delays between cases, no huge failures or intractable messes - the bits that make for bad. Just a lot of work, having to make major changes in bed configurations, a lot of supplies needing opening, a lot of floor fluid to mop, for every single turnover in every single room. And being the resource/lunch person, I got to do them all. No one happier than me when the last case came down at precisely 1600, and I could come home.
This place is not like a trauma hospital OR, when a good day is when everyone gets out alive, and we've all had bad days. In an orthopedic hospital, there is a somewhat higher bar for a good day. This one got over, but with a grunt.
2 comments:
But maybe bad days of the kind when not everyone gets out alive not so frequent or likely? Sounds a bit less life-shortening on the nerves at least, if just as hard on the bones?
Lucy,
Still, I wouldn't choose another line of work, for all that.
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