Call this a rare morning. Also, please butter my ass and call me a biscuit; I'm feeling peckish.
The Fearsome Foursome (that's us in the Neuro Critical Care Unit) have finished our chemotherapy certification course. That means that, after several hours of hanging chemo under supervision, we'll be okay to be "chemotherapy resource nurses" at Sunnydale. Our chemo unit is moving over to Holy Kamole sometime this year, which means all our chemo nurses will be unavailable without major advance notice.
So Sunnydale will need resource nurses. Which is understandable, but. . . .
There are real questions as to what our scope of practice will be. Will we act as actual chemo nurses, hanging chemo on those very, very rare occasions when somebody needs it? If so, how will we maintain our skills? What about the safety issues surrounding patient care in our unit if we're somewhere else, monitoring a chemotherapy infusion? If we're both certified and competent (two totally different things; the latter has to do with practice, the former with book-larnin'), will we be expected to pull shifts in the new cancer unit at Holy Kamole? Or are we merely meant as a "resource" in the most basic sense--somebody to call if a patient has a delayed reaction or a bad IV?
The other nurses in the unit are very upset. Der Alter Jo, who is an intensivist and neuro specialist, is understandably bothered that the specialized unit she signed up for is getting diluted in terms of duties and resources. "If you're gonna have an intensive neuro care unit, have an intensive neuro care unit" is how I'll paraphrase it. She has worked so hard to make certain that the CCU's been utilized appropriately and has gotten adequate staffing, and that the other nurses have all been treated with respect and given resources. I can see why she's frustrated and angry. The other two nurses we work with are worried about safety and whether or not we're going to screw things up, plus they're understandably upset about having to learn an entirely new specialty--jack of all trades means master of none.
I volunteered to take these worries to Manglement, provided DAJ put 'em all into some sort of coherent formal letter. I guess we'll have a meeting soon about it. (Meetings: BAH.)
Something tells me that Manglement and the neurology folks are not on the same page about what's going on. I only thought I was worried before.