Bargain Box Scandal

Every inch matters

I can't believe that I'm removing these wires. I am not even sure if a Nursing student like me are allowed to do this procedure. They're like stapler's wire only they're much thicker as they need to go deeper to tie both ends of the skin in order to seal the wound. "You know what you're doing wrong?" my Nursing instructor sarcastically asked me. Today is one of those unlucky Nursing rotation days. I'm stuck with her. She'll follow me around the entire day, monitoring how I administer the meds and do the Nursing treatments, how I balance my time and do the Nursing paper works and from time to time, she would ask me test questions that I can't answer which she'll jump as an opportunity to embarrass me in front of my patients. Every inch matters. "See this" she showed me how to properly remove the wires on the patient's skin. I looked at the patient's face, she grimaced in silent pain. I guess she's also afraid of my instructor for reasons I don't understand. She has all the power in the world to throw both of us out of the room, but I guess she's not aware of that. "You have to really dig deeper through the skin, and in one quick motion pull the wires out, like this", another grimaced from the patient. "I don't understand why you are skipping every inch of these wires when its the same thing, all these wires needs to be removed, you are not using your time well, there are tons of patients out there, some of them could be choking while you're still figuring which wires to remove!" I explained to my instructor that I talked to the patient earlier and she asked me to remove it one at at time, and she wants me to start on both ends of the wound, by alternating every wires, she can control the pain. My instructor gave me the why-are-you-here look. She did not say anything as she noticed that the patient is looking at us. She gave me the instrument for removing wires, I continued removing the remaining three inches of wires, using the alternating techniques that I was using just before she corrected me and jumped into action. After sealing the wound up, my instructor called me to step outside the patient's room. I froze. Maybe I acted like I am such a big hot shot in Nursing that I know everything. Oh my gosh, she's not gonna sign me off, maybe I will be stuck with her for another year. Totally unfashionable. "You know why I hate you." my instructor said to me in her matter of fact voice. Actually that's one thing that I admired about her, if she hates you, you won't hear it from the gossip machine, but rather she'll tell that to you right in front of your face. "I know you hate me. I noticed that since day one, but I just want to involve the patient during that treatment, after all that is her body" I tried to come up with more reasons but she cut me off. "That is why I hate you" She left. I can't believe that she just left me. Its like hanging on a cliff and calling for someone to rescue you out of that hole, and all the response that you got is your own voice echoing back at you. She hates me. Certainly. Definitely. But why? "You know why, because our soup is getting cold and I still don't have my rice" She snapped me back to reality. I forgot to give her rice, it's really so hard to work after school, because things at school always gets into you and it affects your mood as well as your performance at work. The result: I sometimes mess up everything while working in the restaurant. The customer gave me a hateful look. I guess she had not eaten rice for ages. When she left she gave me a dollar and a sarcastic comment, "You know what, every inch of your service, sucks! You should go back to waitering school."