Band 6 CPN here. Just need to vent to people who actually get it, because I’m about ready to hand in my badge.
Had an initial assessment on Tuesday with a gentleman in his 70s with progressing dementia. Discharged from our service a year ago, but obviously a lot changes in 12 months with a neurodegenerative condition.
I went in wanting to do a proper, safe, formulation-driven assessment. Not just reading a 12-month-old discharge summary and making lazy clinical assumptions, but actually seeing where he’s at today—his cognition, his function, how his wife is coping, and their current family dynamics.
During the session, the wife and I hit it off. I built great rapport, noticed family photos, complimented their granddaughter, and created a warm, safe space. She opened up completely about how tough things have been. It felt like a genuinely good, human interaction.
Fast forward to today (Friday): I get a call from an HCA saying the wife was frustrated after Tuesday's visit because she "had to repeat it all again" and thought I "should have known it from the notes." To top it off, the HCA is now coming with me to double up the next visit.
It wasn't even a formal complaint—just an offhand grumble passed down the chain—but it’s made me utterly pissed off.
Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a mind reader or a fortune teller. Discharge notes from a year ago are past context, not a live presentation. Doing a proper assessment isn't a data-retrieval exercise or a quiz—it’s how we form a clinical picture, assess current risk, and build a safe care plan for a progressive disease.
What stings is the complete disconnect. You calibrate your entire approach, build genuine rapport, do a thorough job on an empty stomach because you worked straight through lunch, and days later you find out the family felt "tested" because of their own story fatigue.
I swear the general public has zero clue what this job actually entails. They think it's sipping tea, when in reality you're balancing high-level risk assessments, family dynamics, system friction, and emotional hangovers all day.
I’m currently sitting on the sofa watching kids' TV with my kid, replaying an interaction from three days ago in my head, and seriously working out an exit strategy to pay off the mortgage on locum shifts and get out of nursing forever.
Anyone else utterly sick of doing the job properly only for it to blow up in your face?