The fun on a Geriatric ward!

I've been getting on quite well at work, last week my mentor was away and I was coordinating the red team, very well I might add. I got close to a few patients caring for them everyday, knowing how to care personally for them, what they can, cannot do, their families and their lifestyles etc... All the good things to be able to build trust and a rapport.

I've also in the process, been teaching a couple of students (I'm no smart arse or posh cock, but I hope I've helped), and they in return have taught me things also.

I went into the bay with 2 beds in, went to care for Patient B whilst Patient A was fast asleep in the bed, we acknowledged this and continued to help 'B'. We (me and a student) turn our backs and suddenly we hear a thump. Long story short on this bit, the patient was helped into bed, seen by the doctor, prescribed some things to help them get comfy and then their family came in, so I had to explain to them what had happened. I did this, to the best of my ability (probably could have been done a bit smoother though), and I didn't really get any facial or verbal response from the family (from what I thought), so I tried to explain it again. I mixed up Sedative, with Muscle relaxant, but the fact is the one he was prescribed, the side-effect is mild sedation.

The family were distressed about 'A' falling out of bed and they wanted clarification, unfortunately they went to my mentor, who from what I can tell shredded everything I said into little pieces and told them everything I said was complete shit. Wrong. She then said to them that if they had any other questions they should come to her from now on because she’s a 'qualified nurse' (with no social obligation to be respectful apparently). & this would be fine, as long as I made a mistake. She made out I was a mechanic giving an explanation, a person who had no clue about the subject area.

She then came up to me and told me this in front of peers and colleagues. You know what really stumps me? I am called on by her to do not just little jobs, but meaningful jobs, and I'm asked to coordinate, and I'm asked to teach a little bit, all this responsibility and she just shits on my head. Why? Power trip? You're already ranked above me, I'm a student nurse, remember? You were one of those. Oddly enough she even forgets I'm a student nurse at times.... Or so it seems anyway....

I feel as if my reputation with that patient and their family has been downgraded, even though I was doing exactly what I was taught, work force politics. Juicy shit. Poo Juice.

Can't give me all the trust and throw it all away because you feel threatened, doesn't work like that. - Silly me, yes it does.