Will nursing wreck my hands? - page 7

Hi! This may seem like a strange question, but as I am waiting to find out if I made it into nursing school I am wondering if nursing is hard on your hands? Does all the hand washing and glove... Read More

  1. by   Flare
    When I had an infant, I blindly reached for my trusty tube of bedside lotion one night when my hands were ripped apart. I didn't grab lotion, but grabbed the tube of Lansinoh and mindlessly rubbed some in (realizing right away that it was not the tube i intended to grab) It has a happy mistake. It has since become my go to for my hands when they are cracked and dry. It's a bit expensive, but you only need a dab so it lasts forever.
  2. by   Jay bee
    I found the MRSA infection to be especially troubling.

    A doctor examining me in the ER (nonstop vomiting 24 h + from migraines) practiced handwashing diligently as evidenced by the raw red flesh of his hand - but apparently failed to wash above his wrists. He rested his wrist on my face while examining my pupils. The next day I developed raised red bumps where his wrist had been, and soon my face swelled up like a balloon. It happened so fast that the treating physician in my clinic couldn't tear the gloves from his hands fast enough to write the prescription for the antibiotic regime I would need to take to save my life.

    The scars left behind on my face are daily reminders of the speed and voracity through which an infection can burn through skin like a wildfire.

    I wash my hands and wrists with soap and water, rinsing well, and applying lotion.
  3. by   BookishBelle
    Quote from Jay bee
    I found the MRSA infection to be especially troubling.

    A doctor examining me in the ER (nonstop vomiting 24 h + from migraines) practiced handwashing diligently as evidenced by the raw red flesh of his hand - but apparently failed to wash above his wrists. He rested his wrist on my face while examining my pupils. The next day I developed raised red bumps where his wrist had been, and soon my face swelled up like a balloon. It happened so fast that the treating physician in my clinic couldn't tear the gloves from his hands fast enough to write the prescription for the antibiotic regime I would need to take to save my life.

    The scars left behind on my face are daily reminders of the speed and voracity through which an infection can burn through skin like a wildfire.

    I wash my hands and wrists with soap and water, rinsing well, and applying lotion.
    Wow!!!

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