Okay, this is my very first thread, so... be gentle :blushkiss
I'm sure everyone has run into a "Buster" in at some point in bedside (or otherwise) care.
"Buster" was a 23 year old male. I can't remember what happened to him but he was in the Neuro ICU on a PhenoBarb drip for an induced coma. He had a constant fever and we kept him naked except for cooling blanket and a cloth to cover his "privates".
Well... "Buster" could not have a washcloth to cover him, he required, and I do emphasize REQUIRED, a TOWEL to cover him up... down there. I think at some point every nurse (female, well, and some male
) came to see this patient that required a TOWEL to cover him up. I had never, and still have not seen any male that well... er, uh...covered...in my life!!! He required a suprapubic cath because the Foley was not long enough. :imbar
Interestingly, as bad off as "Buster" was medically, he survived and I saw him about 6 months later (yes, I remembered his face). I was moving out of an apartment and he was on the elevator. He had some apparent neuro deficits in his gait and speech, but he was ambulating with a cane independently.
Apr 5, '02
The couple who had only gotten married two days before their MVA. Wife ended up with bruises and scratches, but otherwise fine. Husband ended up being a quadraplegic. He had a cardiac arrest a little over a week after the accident, and died. He was 23 years of age.
A five time recipient of a liver finally died after the fifth one failed. Her hair was a copper red like the comedian "Carrot Top". She was the most upbeat person, and drew colorful pictures to hang on the walls on the unit, and on the other 19 patient room doors. Her parents took her to a wedding up in Ohio (from NC where she was a patient on my peds unit). On the way back to NC from Ohio (after the wedding), she passed sweetly from this life into the next. She was just 5 years old.
Very healthy woman who had just had her annual physical two weeks before being admitted to the hospital with lung cancer. The only thing was all her lab work came back "normal", and the doctor gave her a clean bill of health. She never smoked, never drank, exercised like crazy, looked like the perfect picture of health. What went wrong? No one knew! She was 41 when she passed. I was with her and a room full of relatives when she died. They stayed with her for two hours after she passed. They were shocked, to say the least, that the "healthiest one of the family" died two weeks after a physical that was suppose to be a clean one. Today, I wonder if HMO had anything to do with that situation. Hmmmm??? Whose to know???
There are so many cases where patients touch your life and you never forget them. These were three patients I cared for that I will always remember.
Last edit by live4today on Apr 5, '02
Apr 6, '02
I shall never forget the mom in labor with her fifth baby. I was a student and had the opportunity to stay at the bedside. She began to talk about her first baby, a baby she had placed for adoption. This child had been conceived during a short but torrid love affair as a 16 year old. She lived with two older aunts, as her parents had been killed in a mva when she was 5 yoa. She knew that she could not abort this baby (besides, that wasn't legal then) but she also knew she couldn't keep it no matter how much she wanted to. She and her aunts looked around the area for the agency that had the highest adoption rate (at this time, there were more babies than families looking for babies). When she delivered, she was not allowed to see this child, and wasn't even allowed to know the sex. The only thing she knew was that the child was healthy. As time went by, when she saw a child about the age of her child, she would look carefully, was he clean, did he look happy, did the parent treat him well? After all, that could be her child. Then she made the statement that I have used many times when talking with teens that were adopted and felt that they had been "thrown away" She said "You know, I love all my children very much, but I loved that one the most. I loved him enough to give him up."
There was the premi that I took care of in the rural hospital when I was traveling. It was a little place, and I had plenty of time, so when I wasn't doing something else, I sat and rocked this angel and we listened to Enya, or Yani, or the like. (I found out later, his parents had to buy him his own tapes--they really prefered Bluegrass). Well, he finally went home(Sob sob) and I really missed him. A few days before I finished that assignment, Mom came in to say good-bye and when that little sweetie heard my voice the arms and legs started going and he was looking all over for his rockin'-singin' buddy. He should be about 5 now. Wonder if he still remembers.:kiss
Then there was the sweet old man who was very hard of hearing, I was sitting next to him on his bed, so that I could shout into his ear. Suddenly, he threw his far leg over my lap, gave me a big hug, and said "Will you marry me? I'm an old man and I won't give you much trouble." That is how I became engaged to a 94 year old man.
Last edit by judy ann on Apr 6, '02
Apr 6, '02
Wow, I am liking this thread!
I'll never forget...
My very first fully assigned to ME patient in nursing school
. 10 year old girl, had fallen and fractured her hip at school. Nope, didn't know it, but that's not normal for a 10 year old. The next day, they told me she had cancer and had her leg amputated at the hip. "Go care for her and talk to the mother while you do her stump care" my instructor said, "she's going to be transferred to St. Jude's today". I was speechless and knew RIGHT THEN AND THERE I was not going to be a Peds nurse. I went into the bathroom and threw up - I was devasted for that girl and could not separate my feelings and care for her. No one knew it, but I was excused from clinical that day for being sick but it was really because I was so heartbroken and didn't know how to deal with it.
The 19 year old cystic fibrosis patient who I watched slowly die, drowning in his own secretions, while we titrated his Morphine drip to comfort, and carried out his wishes to be removed from life support.
The 41 year old man that came in for an EGD and bled out from every orifice within an hour. Worst code I had EVER been in. Ruptured varices, DIC, a completely saturated and blood soaked egg crate mattress, pressure bags on the pRBC's and platelets. His family was absolutely devastated.
The 18 year old Guillan-Barre` patient that actually survived the MICU and came back to visit us.
The medical resident who diagnosed his own Paget's disease.
The medical resident who was found on a bridge, barefoot and dehydrated, suffering from acute schizophrenia. Playing "UNO" with that same resident, and his big million dollar oh so handsome Brad Pitt smile when he made me 'Draw Four' when we did our psych rotation in the unit where he was now a patient.
The rabbi, dying from pancreatic cancer, who taught this Christian how to pray.
I love my profession. And I appreciate each and every life I have had the honor of caring for.
Last edit by LasVegasRN on Apr 6, '02