Where to start. I was happy about going to our the boy wiz our financial planner this week to get a plan on when to retire, so bouyed up by that thought I wandered poor innocent into the disaster of friday caesar night. There are only 2 midwives on and an EN and 25 ladies. We cant get anyone else they said. We are, I say again supposed to have a 1 per 7 maximum. There were also 2 inductions being done on the ward. Neither of whom should have been agreed to in that situation no staff and no beds. Well some beds but no staff. Take into account the babies on the ward 18 or so and that is 43 people being looked after by 3 people one of whom has no midwifery training. Thrown in the 3 or 4 new caesars, and other disasters post haemorrhages etc.
Well punk do you feel safe. One of the evening casual pool but fairly regular and very pleasant person started on about the social work requirements of one of the patients,I said look I just try to keep them and their babies alive till the end of my shift fixing their social problems is just beyond the scope of this place.
We and they survived then the next night we had 4 midwives for 21 over staffed but no one was cancelling anyone at that point. I looked up the reasonable workload union stuff but it doesnt seem to make much difference.
The worst was going to see the fin advisor he is talking about working to 65 in the carefree way of young men who cannot yet imagine retirement. I said to him there are very few nurses running around wards at 65. I hope the market recovers quickly.
Amusing week in a black humour way.
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