Nurse No Show… Again!
I guess I now am no longer tired and frustrated. I am exhausted and angry. You could refer to me as completely peeved off, and it would fall short of how I’m feeling this morning.
Where to begin?
Oh, I know where to start. How about the call from the nursing agency yesterday afternoon? Don’t get me wrong, they are great people who work there. Very nice, indeed. It’s just they
might must have a flaw in management.
They tell me the nurse has called and told them she is having babysitter issues (again). She won’t be able to leave her home until 10:00 PM (which is three hours after her shift begins). This is when her husband gets home. This is the same nurse that is being replaced… the one with her heart not in it anymore.
They made me an offer that I should have taken. They would send over another nurse in her place for the night. Unfortunately, this would be a nurse who has never cared for Ryan. I mulled it over for a few seconds and decided it would be too much to train her for a single occurrence and approved the “regular” nurse arriving late. Sure, this would be really inconvenient, but not terrible.
From Bad to Worse
I hear an incoming text message chiming my phone. It’s just before 10:30 PM. I knew, without looking, it must be from the nurse. I remained calm.
Nurse: Hi, Ken, I was suppose to leave my house at 10 pm but my husband is still not here so I’m waiting thx.
Since Sue and Kari are well within earshot, I let out my stand-in for the mother of all swear words… FUDDRUCKERS! Then I crank it up a notch… F.U. Double-D’s. Ruckers! Hey, it’s silly, I know, but more creative (and more fun to say) than “Frickin’.
I recalculate her estimated time of arrival in my head and jump right on the medications I need to administer in her absence. Sue tells me to go lay down for a while. I tell her she needs to get some sleep since she’ll be leaving for business travel at four in the morning. I tell her I’ll sleep when the nurse arrives. Sue sees I’ve dug my heels in and nothing will change my mind. She scolds me (something about not listening, I think) and goes upstairs to bed.
From Worse to FUDDRUCKERING Worse!
Time moves along, and I hear no more from the nurse. I worry that she might have had an accident. I intend to text her, but caring for Ryan is taking all my time. Before I know it, I look at the clock at it’s after 1:00 AM. Surely the nursing agency would have called me had something happened, right? Going with this assumption, I get angry all over again. MOTHER FUDDRUCKERS!
Sue comes down and scolds me about my language… I think.
The Moral of the Story
…time to look for a new fuddrucking nursing agency.
- In for a Long Night (ryansrally.org)