Sorry - I forgot to say my worst - sadly it was the nursing, especially the Theatre nursing. I got sick and tired of the way the surgeons treated us - I think they saw us as there to serve them, and they didn’t seem to have any clue about the work we did behind the scenes to make sure things went smoothly. We would be in theatre before them, setting everything up so it was ready when they came in, then, once the operation finished, they could go and have a coffee, whilst we did the cleaning and tidying, and then set up for the next case.
If I was the only nurse in theatre who could ‘scrub’ for cases (ie. the person who hands instruments to the surgeon, counts the swabs and needles etc, and assists when a junior doctor wasn’t assisting), I could be on the go all morning, without even the chance to go for a wee, let alone have a coffee, scrubbing for one case after another - and that was my job, I know - but the lack of appreciation was so disheartening.
The surgeons were quick enough to criticise if things weren’t exactly as they wanted, but had zero awareness of the work that went into it all.
Add to that the clique-y nature of some operating theatres - fine if you were in the ‘in’ group, shite if you weren’t. One place I worked, I was repeatedly allocated to the orthopaedic lists when I was pregnant, when X-rays were to be used during the operations - which was entirely unsuitable. To be honest, I wouldn’t have expected this to happen at all, in a hospital ffs - but it happened not once, but several times. In the end I left at 20 weeks - too early to get maternity leave - but it was the best decision I ever made.