Ugly or scary? Not much of a choice, actually, all though the odd little creature is actually very cuddly.
I am having bad nursing mojo. I am sick of my hospital and the weird things going on with management. I am sick of the doctors who put pressure on me to place lines, teach,and get the patients out the door. I am sick of the patients who don’t realize that the fact that they are ALIVE and able to bitch at me is a modern miracle, that even ten years ago they would not have lived, let alone had the option to bitch at me. I am tired of the coworker with the chronic everything, bless her little malingering heart, and I am tired of the the coworkers who care less, more, or about different things than me.
None of this is any ones fault, really, but if someone were to come to me and say, wide eyed and earnest: “I want to be a nurse. I am going to help people, make a difference in people’s lives, and give my all to humanity”.
I would turn to them, and with a tone somewhere between a shriek and a growl ” Run!!! Run for your life! You will be harmed by this profession, you will see horrible, haunting things. You will be treated like dirt, and you will be shit on. Literally. You will be mocked by doctors and looked down upon by many, many people. You will be back stabbed, you will be humiliated, you will try your best and be told that your best is not good enough. Run for your life. Find another job.”
So, uhm, if you are a new nurse, or thinking about becoming a nurse, go find someone else to talk to.