I got pulled at 3pm. Granted, it was most definitely my turn as my last pull was sometime in August. It was also, however, my worst pull ever.
I was taken away from a fairly easy group of five and sent straight to hell. Or as close as you can get on a four-hour stint to the back corner of the telemetry floor.
I walked into a mess: one patient leaving AMA, two discharges, and one ER admit. Just as my blind, confused, ESRD with recent AKA was returning from dialysis – whose room was right across the station and who proceeded to holler and moan the whole time. Her favorite expressions were “You bitchslutwhorebitch” and “Get out of my room.” Charming.
It was just one of those shifts where I did my best to keep my head above the water. Sometimes you don’t want to win the race. You just want to survive.