This is probably surprising to a few of you, but I am so against confrontation. When my teachers used to get mad at me I almost always cried. I don’t take criticism well and it’s something I am working on. I am fine to yell at other people, but I fear what they’re going to do to me.
So, last night a NICU nurse was treating me like her slave, and I just wasn’t up for it. I called the charge nurse, and I didn’t feel right about not talking to her as well. I did pull her aside, and I thanked her for her help and the things she did, but I also tried to make my point in that the things she was saying, and the way she was treating me were inappropriate.
In the end, I did say I was sorry for some of the mistakes that I had made, she didn’t — but I did feel a bit of resolution and I was proud of myself for going to her and handling the situation.
Is anyone that reads my blog good at that sort of thing?
Last night I rehashed it for a while before going to bed. I have a hard time letting it go…
It’s just something I want to improve on, and working on a unit full of women, I think it’s something we could all improve on.
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