Remember the great, fabulous, promising new nurse I trained on Wednesday? Remember how excited I was that she's coming this weekend to get more training and help me with Colby? She's to be here 6 hours on Saturday and 6 hours on Sunday. Well guess what, she's not coming. Yep, you heard it here first. Colby is out 12 hours of nursing this weekend. Is this my fault because I didn't turn in the proper paperwork in a timely manner? Noooooooo. Is this the nurse's fault that she is irresponsible, a schmuck or just up and quit? Nooooooo. This time around the fault lies with the nursing agency. Ah yes, that wonderful bunch of clowns I'm forced to deal with in order to get the nursing services I need for Colby. They don't have all her new hire paperwork done so I guess she's not allowed to come here or work for them just yet. So why in the hell did they send her out here to do orientation/training in the first place?! I think that's a legitimate question. I should have known better than to get my hopes up. NOTHING surprises me anymore when it comes to NOT getting the nursing care Colby needs. It's such a fucking joke, only I'm not laughing.
So what's my good, bright, sunshiny news for the day? I don't have any!! I'm in a pissy mood, which I think is most deserving. Well, I didn't crush anyone's foot with Colby's wheelchair, guess that's a plus. Screw it, going to bed.
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