NursingZen

Last night, a plate of warm homemade cookies wasn’t enough to take away the bitter taste in my mouth.

When I have questions or need help, I can always count on one particular unit clerk and a couple particular nurses to give me a withering look, shake their head, and mutter under their breath. I don’t understand them, and I’m done trying. I don’t give a crap where they’re coming from — they should be able to treat me as they’d want to be treated.

As a new nurse, and worse, a cultural outsider, I feel voiceless and helpless. And the jerks must know it — speak up to them? They’ll only gossip.

One of my strengths is my positive disposition, but will it survive my nursing unit?