Meet the Elite

So as my training progresses, I make my fair share of mistakes, of course. Not knowing much about a
specialty can be frustrating. But, I studied. Everything Urology, especially anything to do with the kidneys.
The only thing they dont have in for you to study is how your doctor likes things to be done. That's where
notes taken from advice from the trainer comes in handy. Also, a physician will typically tell you how they
like things if you ask. Again, be sure to write it all down!! Each of the ladies had their own day to train me.
I am proud to say, I worked with the best.
Monica was our supervisor, but, to me, she was very snarky, sarcastic, which doesn't phase me as I am a
sarcasm Queen. I know her position had to be stressful and all. Everyday it seemed like she was there
later than everyone else. Her doctor had lot of older patients, most ridden with several cancers. She
didn't have much tolerance for the angry one's. Alot of what she would say to them was very condensing
, and obvious. I thought to myself, I wouldve been fired for that if it were me.
I finally got to where I was able to do nurse visits on my own, I took my notes to do them step by step.
Mytomycin, BCG, Voiding Flow Rates, Testosterone, eligard, prolia, firmagon, and Lupron injections,
Catheter replacement, placements, and removals, both urethral and sp tubes, Irrigations, retention
patients, staple removals, lab draws. My gosh, you name it, we did it. My head was swimming there was
so much information to retain.
Like I said, so much information to retain, I made a mistake by not logging something in , think one of
the medications. Monica had come to me nearly everyday about something. Nothing huge, just minor
things, like you forgot to stock the gloves, or make sure you put this in the chart. You didn't put the pvr
reading in the chart. I took it as a positive thing, but, she put out there in her condescending way. So I'm
new, thinking, I'm here to work not make friends. So I kept to myself and did my work. This particular
time, I suppose it was the busy day I had. One of those days where you have had enough for the day.
And your like just leave me alone.
Well I was there. In that state. Monica says can I talk to you for a moment. So I'm thinking like what
now...? She takes me in a patient room and closes the door. I can't remember exactly what it was about,
but, her tone went all through me. I HATE being treated like I'm an idiot more than being ignored. Other
days, I let it go, but, that day... I didn't GAF. I was at that point.
I let her finish her snotty condescending speech on how to chart a medication. Then I threw it right back
at her with her very same tone. I believe I said something to the tune of and I said it slowly and as
sarcastic as I possibly could so she would get my point. The same as she did me....I said,
I...will....chart...it ....when....I .....am ....done....with.....the ...other.... patients....that ....I...need...to ... chart. I
will take care of it! She didn't respond, so I walked out. I thought for sure I would be written up. But, no,
she was gangsta with it and we became friends thereafter. I would always tell the newbies to be a bitch
back to her and she would like them after that. They thought I was kidding, but, I wasn't. She even would
say, yea, you're right when I would say that in front of her.
There were those days when I was lost and everyone was busy. So, I would look to my neighbor, a
pretty mexican girl perhaps about 5 years younger than I was. She wore bright red lipstick, long black
hair, pretty smile, very sweet. We will call her Mia. She would always help me no matter what she was
doing, at first that is. But, as far as I remember, she was my first friend. She would talk about things other
than clinic items. Like she wanted to get to know me. I appreciated her guidance.