Dear Bitches,
I want you to know that I'm forever going to remember what you did today. For-fucking-ever. Your lack of humanity, your total and utter lack of care and concern for the person you loosely call your 'patient' will forever be my Gold Standard - of how NOT to behave, of how NOT to treat another human being.
I want you to know how close I came to punching one of you in your gold-toothed-gum-snapping-mouth when you stripped that little old lady of all of her clothing, bedding and dignity. I felt my hand balling up into a fist when you ripped her gown off, and it was all I could do to NOT hit you but instead say 'hey! It's cold in here!' and cover her back up with the single bed sheet you had NOT thrown on the floor.
You looked down your nose at me today because I am still a student and you are CNA's - actually, that's not right. You hold the certification of CNA, but there is NO nurse in either of you whatsoever. NONE. No nurse I know of would treat ANY patient so heartlessly and so callously. Everything we were told NOT to do in class, you did, and you did it with immense disdain. You couldn't even be bothered to call that lady by her own name; you called her by her condition. Matter of fact, you called every person on that word by their condition, and in doing so you dehumanized them. You made them a NON-person. Look down your nose at me whilst you still can bitches, because you aren't going to have long to do it. I'm going to out-rank you one day soon, and when I do you can bet that gold fucking tooth of yours that I will NOT let any CNA working with me treat ANY patient the way you treated yours today.
You have NO place working with the elderly or the sick. You have NO place working with people who are dependent on you to provide them with care, because you DON'T care. You just don't. You should take your happy asses off that ward, out of that hospital and right back to the drive thru lane at whatever sub-standard fast food joint it was that you were working at before you decided that you were going to get yo'selves a ejj-um-a-kay-shum. Go do nails, or hair, or someother NON-patient related mundane minimum wage job, because you've got NO fucking business in the healthcare field. NONE. Those 'hips' or 'gallbladders' or 'in-feck-shuns' that you talk about - those are PEOPLE, bitches. PEOPLE. Human beings. Human beings with thoughts and feelings. Feelings that can get hurt as much as their bodies when you toss them around like they're rag fucking dolls and don't talk directly TO them, just ABOUT them. They can still HEAR, you know. They're not totally devoid of sense.
Unlike you two. You have so sense whatsoever. You also wouldn't know what compassion was even if you could spell it, and empathy is waaaaay out of your league. I hope that one day one of those 'hips' family members see how you treat them and either gets you fired or files suit against you - or even better, both. No, now that's not very nice of me, and I won't wish harm against you. I will warn you of this, though: one day, someone you love - or even YOU - may be a 'hip' or a 'gallbladder' or a 'knee', and there is such a thing as Karma. Make no mistake about it, the way you treat people is going to come full circle on you. Full fucking circle.
It won't, however, be at my hands. I won't do that to you; I won't treat you the way I saw you treat people today. I can't, it's impossible for me to do so and still sleep at night. I have too much class and, unlike you, I have a nurse's heart.
That's something you'll never have, no matter how hard you try.