Less funky

Work has been better.  Not that its changed, but I feel better even while surrounded by chaos.  Perhaps the cloud is lifting?  Maybe I can get back to planning for higher education again.

I’m having a little trouble with my former preceptee, Cindy.   At work she’ll come find me to ask questions, even if I’m not even working the same unit as she is that day.  She’s called me a few times when I’m not working, too.  I’ve tried talking to her about needing to go to the nurses working with her.  I’ve talked to her about needing to go to her charge nurse when she thinks she has a problem.   I’ve talked about how important it is for her to go to the nurses around her, no matter how she feels about them or how she thinks they’ll respond to her.   No matter how many times she tells me okay, I can’t seem to actually get through to her.

She called me this afternoon to ask if she should start a potassium protocol on her patient.  This has to stop.  Not only is it inappropriate for her to be so dependent on me, but this could get me into serious trouble as well.

I didn’t see this side of her until she was off orientation.  I consider her a friend, but I’m going to have to cut her off in order to help her.  She’s got to go to the right people.  At the very least,  I’m going to have to stop answering calls if I know she’s working, and I’m going to have to send her back to her unit if she finds me on another.   If she doesn’t stop this soon, I’ll have to go to our manager.  I know the nurses she’s working with, and they would help her if she’d ask.

Tough love, baby.