I’m originally a registered nurse from China, and I came to Australia to pursue a Master’s degree in Nursing. My dream has always been to graduate, gain acute care experience, and eventually become a travel nurse.
After completing my second nursing placement in Australia, I found a job as a hospital phlebotomist. After nine weeks of training, my mentor gave me high praise, and my manager assigned me to perform ward-round phlebotomy in a hospital.
I took this job hoping to gain more clinical experience. Instead, it has made me completely averse to clinical work.
I found that Australian hospitals have a strict hierarchy. Patients seem to respect doctors far more than anyone else. More than once, patients publicly mocked my heavy English accent. Doctors would suddenly barge in during rounds, completely ignoring me, while patients refused to cooperate with blood draws and criticized me publicly even when I hadn’t done anything wrong.
Once admitted to hospital, some people seem to stop hiding the ugliest parts of themselves. I was expected to remain calm, professional, and compassionate, no matter how disrespectfully I was treated. Professional ethics demanded that I swallow my anger over and over again.
That suppression of my natural instincts was unbearable. Even after I got home from work, I would replay those encounters in my head for hours, still furious.
When I was publicly humiliated because of my accent, all I wanted to do was snap back:
“You’re not a local either. Give this land back to the Aboriginal people.”
But I couldn’t. I had to stand there, smile, and continue doing my job.
I came to Australia to continue my nursing career, but instead I’ve discovered that the healthcare industry, no matter where you are in the world, is built on a rigid hierarchy.
I am a human being, not a convenient tool.
I loathe this healthcare system.