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- Oct 16, '08 by RAKelleyPN10After reading this article it instantly brought me back to the facility I work at, One resident I had bonded with when I started out in dietary, she was the nicest lady and always cheered me up when I was having the worst day. She had moved to the facility I am currently working in and lasted for about another year. The last I spoke to her, I was going in the next day for heel surgery. While I was recovering she had passed when I didn't see her name on the list. I just sat there shocked and when I went home I cried because I wasn't there to say a good bye. It is hard to watch a patient/ resident go that you care for. But somehow you just manage to pull through and move on.
- Mar 22, '09 by JusthereOh I about cried so many times reading these stories. I have told my story so much about the little boy I use to take care of and wrote the article My Little Mandona (translation "Bossy"). But it is so touching to read how everyone has been touched by a patient or their family. Those are the ones that will stay in your mind forever.
- Mar 15, '10 by HarmonynurseMany patients break my heart. One especially...a middle age mute and deaf man was hit and run by a stupid car while crossing a road, came in to ICU severely injured. Surgeon, intensivist, residents, nurses, pharmacist and respiratory therapist in room trying to save his life. But his lungs collapsed and died. His wife also mute and deaf came in yell as loud as she could and banging on anything she could touch (she couldn't hear), it broke the heart of every single person on the floor. Everyone in tears including the normally cold hearted doctors. His wife later brought in their two healthy 4 and 5 years old sons, again it makes all of us cry. Second day, she called trying to thanks the nurses by tapping the phone (that's is how mute and deaf people communicate thru the phone). I can never forget that day...
- Mar 22, '10 by SaraSRNQuote from flightnurse2bthe first patient to break my heart was my first pediatric code. it makes me cry to think about it. i remember her name, the date, what she was wearing, everything. i was a newly graduated medic who worked for a small county. we repeatedly visited the same address to pick up a "clumsy" 3-year-old. her mother couldnt have been older than 19, and dad didnt speak english, but he was always yelling at her in spanish. we trekked this baby girl to the ER with bruises, fractures and bloody noses atleast twice a month. i mentioned to the ED staff that maybe social services needed to be called in. that just made it worse. the mother begged with them not to do anything. she didnt want to be deported. she swore that baby girl was just a clumsy toddler and that no one was hurting her. it was out of my hands. the last time we picked up the baby girl, she wasn't breathing anymore. she had blood coming from every orifice in her body. her mother was screaming histerically in the front yard. i radioed for the police to please hurry. i picked up baby girl in my arms and rushed her to the back of my rig. i did everything i could. PALS was not enough to save her broken little body. i followed her through the ED, contuining compressions with sweat dripping down my face. after an hour of compressions, 6 shocks and 4 rounds of meds, the ED doc came up behind me and said, "allison... you need to stop now. shes gone." i just wanted to hold her and tell her how sorry i was that her life was the way it was. i just wanted to take her pain away. i was so mad at everything.. why couldnt i save her? why didnt anyone else care? she was just a baby!!!! upon autopsy, it was found that she died from a perforated bowel... the day she died, she was sodomized and beaten so badly by her father, that it took her life. i sat in the back of the ambulance that night and cried for baby girl. i prayed that her parents would be put in jail forever and never be allowed to have more children. but when i think about her now... i know that her life with god is better than any life she ever had here.
I just wanted to remind everyone that most, if not all, states have mandatory reporting laws to CPS and that it is the responsibility of the person who suspects abuse to report the suspicion (not the person you hand care off to). There is no reason to feel guilty for reporting because if the family has nothing to hide then nothing further will happen and, sadly, it often takes multiple reports to get real results. This story is increadibly tragic and frustrating due to the fact that the person that wrote it could have prevented the childs death.
- Mar 22, '10 by morteQuote from SaraSRNah, the self righteousness of youth, ....much i would like to say to you would, i am sure, be againt the TOS...I just wanted to remind everyone that most, if not all, states have mandatory reporting laws to CPS and that it is the responsibility of the person who suspects abuse to report the suspicion (not the person you hand care off to). There is no reason to feel guilty for reporting because if the family has nothing to hide then nothing further will happen and, sadly, it often takes multiple reports to get real results. This story is increadibly tragic and frustrating due to the fact that the person that wrote it could have prevented the childs death.
but how could you be so unkind? have you not done your psych rotation yet? did you not see the part about her being very new to this job? did you not see the pain?
- Mar 25, '11 by goats'r'uswe don't judge here saraSRN.
I wish this poster, and the poster who wrote about the little girl on the bus, had called CPS too, because you're right, they could have potentially made a difference in these kids lives, but for whatever reason they didn't.
they'll probably regret not acting differently forever. I don't think they need to be told.