Something happened last week, though I find it inconvenient to share too many details of the incident, I wish to pen down some reflections here.
It all started when I got a cut on the thumb while shaving a patient during one of the "less-busy" afternoon shifts. What followed from then turned into a long and chaotic day. Well, maybe not chaotic but let's just say I spent a good few hours away from my usual duties.
The case was brought up to a few different persons from both the hospital and my college. A lecturer came, my clinical instructor was around, and a nurse manager from the ward too got involved somehow. Many phone calls were made that day. I was brought to somewhere that functioned like a staff clinic. And then, the people managing the place got into the picture as well. Basically, I was down to two choices: put the case to rest and everybody pretends nothing happened, or to register myself in the clinic to report a workplace injury. The latter would require me to do a blood test, and a few memos need to be written by the school, the ward, and myself. Cutting a long story short, most of the people with me that day(and a few more on the phone) were split into two sides; sort of pressurising me(although they might not have meant to) to do what each group deemed appropriate. At that point of time I just wished I could either disappear into thin air or go back in time to be more careful while shaving the patient.
When I was with one "group" I began thinking I should do things as they suggested; buy when the other side started speaking I then felt inclined to taking their advice. Stuck in the middle, for nearly an hour there in the clinic.
I took the blood tests in the end because I felt it was the right thing to do since an injury was unarguably sustained and the blade was indeed used. The test results already came out and I am okay. But I realised how indecisive I can be when circumstances become difficult. Why did I not have a ground to stand firm on?
It all started when I got a cut on the thumb while shaving a patient during one of the "less-busy" afternoon shifts. What followed from then turned into a long and chaotic day. Well, maybe not chaotic but let's just say I spent a good few hours away from my usual duties.
The case was brought up to a few different persons from both the hospital and my college. A lecturer came, my clinical instructor was around, and a nurse manager from the ward too got involved somehow. Many phone calls were made that day. I was brought to somewhere that functioned like a staff clinic. And then, the people managing the place got into the picture as well. Basically, I was down to two choices: put the case to rest and everybody pretends nothing happened, or to register myself in the clinic to report a workplace injury. The latter would require me to do a blood test, and a few memos need to be written by the school, the ward, and myself. Cutting a long story short, most of the people with me that day(and a few more on the phone) were split into two sides; sort of pressurising me(although they might not have meant to) to do what each group deemed appropriate. At that point of time I just wished I could either disappear into thin air or go back in time to be more careful while shaving the patient.
When I was with one "group" I began thinking I should do things as they suggested; buy when the other side started speaking I then felt inclined to taking their advice. Stuck in the middle, for nearly an hour there in the clinic.
I took the blood tests in the end because I felt it was the right thing to do since an injury was unarguably sustained and the blade was indeed used. The test results already came out and I am okay. But I realised how indecisive I can be when circumstances become difficult. Why did I not have a ground to stand firm on?
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