{"id":22756,"date":"2016-08-13T17:34:37","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:34:37","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22756"},"modified":"2016-08-13T17:34:37","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:34:37","slug":"burn-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/burn-out\/","title":{"rendered":"burn out"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-23043\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/burnout-300x199.png\" alt=\"burnout\" width=\"300\" height=\"199\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/burnout-300x199.png 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/burnout-768x511.png 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/burnout-1024x681.png 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/burnout-480x320.png 480w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/burnout.png 1650w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>this is my last shift<\/p>\n<p>I walk out of the hospital and stop outside of the revolving door<\/p>\n<p>I am jostled from side to side<\/p>\n<p>as nurses escape<\/p>\n<p>a swarm of blue and white<br \/>\ntheir faces as weary and worn as mine<\/p>\n<p>this is my last shift<\/p>\n<p>understaffed overworked underappreciated<\/p>\n<p>I can\u2019t do it anymore<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m nothing. I\u2019m no one.<\/p>\n<p>stretched too thin. patients who are customers<\/p>\n<p>customers who are always dissatisfied<br \/>\nI\u2019ve been yelled at<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve been threatened<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ve been belittled, dehumanized, and disrespected<\/p>\n<p>for the last time.<\/p>\n<p>This is my last shift! I say to a nurse<\/p>\n<p>walking past me.<\/p>\n<p>And to another and another.<\/p>\n<p>They nod their heads knowingly.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s all our last.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; this is my last shift I walk out of the hospital and stop outside of the revolving door I am jostled from side to side as nurses escape a swarm of blue and white their faces as weary and worn as mine this&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":817,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[1696],"class_list":["post-22756","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-nurses"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22756","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/817"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22756"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22756\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23048,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22756\/revisions\/23048"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22756"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22756"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22756"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}