Now that the Thanksgiving weekend is officially over, I can discuss my Thanksgiving curse without jinxing myself. In my four and a half year career as a nurse, I’ve worked three Thanksgivings. One of the harder parts about being a nurse is working on holidays. I’ve heard people say, “Well you knew when you became a nurse that you’d be working holidays.” I’m fairly certain that no future nurse thinks about that when they’re applying to nursing school, so it kind of rubs me the wrong way.
The patients I had this year were all very appreciative of me working with them on Thanksgiving, and they even asked if I got time to spend with my family or if I celebrated somehow. All I have to say is…the third time is the charm!! The first two Thanksgivings that I worked were total disasters and it made me nervous to ever sign up to work it again. Here’s why:
My first Thanksgiving went very well until one of my patients left AMA (against medical advise), and I’m here to tell you that when someone leaves AMA, it’s never a happy “Well, I just don’t want to be here anymore, thanks for your help, though!” and it’s more of an anger fest with possible yelling and threatening. Sometimes IVs get ripped out and such. I may have chased the patient down the hallway with the AMA form that never actually got signed. Happy Thanksgiving to you too…
My second Thanksgiving was spent laying on top of a patient to prevent him from crawling out of bed. If you put a million lines in me and a tube down my throat to help me breathe, I’d probably try to crawl out of bed too. We have medications to help control that, but sometimes it takes awhile to get that under control. Not exactly how I was hoping to spend a holiday…
So needless to say, I was nervous going into work, but luckily I had a fantastic group of patients who were really sweet. (One called me “cheerful” at 3am and told me my positive attitude was really helping her see the bright side of her situation…high five.) The Thanksgiving curse has been broken!!
As for Thanksgiving as a holiday, I actually ended up with three Thanksgiving meals! My family had Thanksgiving dinner when I was home last weekend. On Thanksgiving, I headed over to Kelly’s for our third annual Thanksgiving dinner with her sister, Melissa. I showed up with coffee and pie in hand, then ate a full meal.
We huddled around her table and someone had to sit on the couch (#nycproblems), but the food was delicious with a special guest star of brussel sprouts and quinoa from Thug Kitchen…I will be researching that recipe!
Sadly, I headed to work instead of watching Love Actually with Kelly and Melissa. At work, we set up a feast at 10pm. Everyone just kind of came in and out throughout the night and ate whenever we had time. We had SO much food since everyone was awesome and brought something. The highlights were stuffing balls and spaghetti squash…although we did have turkey! The burn unit knows how to celebrate.
I didn’t do a Turkey Trot, or even run at all over the weekend. Four nights in a row combined with the fact that I just feel exhausted on night shift led to no running at all. Hoping to get back into gear later today. (I almost said tomorrow since I’ve been up all night and will go to sleep soon, but it’s really this afternoon…night shift, you ruin me.) I’ll admit I’m having motivation issues due to not being signed up for any races…more on that later.
I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend, and that my fellow nurses (or firemen, police, retail, movie ushers, etc) had a wonderful time at work. Fill me in on your Turkey Trots, please!