Hygiene Queen, RN Guide 32,027 Views
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Hi. Yes, I have hypothyroidism. The brain fog was hideous and I was struggling at work.
My endo added Cytomel 5mg to my levithyroxine. In my case, it really helped!
I've moved, had to leave my endo and now having a hard time with an NP who is freaked out about "the dangers of Cytomel" and "duplication of therapy". Ugh! So much ignorance of this disease and am looking for another endo.
I know your pain!
I actually use a real photo of me as my avatar.
Reading these responses just kinda reinforces to me that I gotta be where the music is. That's just how my brain works. Maybe that's why I loved psych and, especially, my dementia patients.
Anyway, just want to also say that the title of this thread bothers me a bit. "Should nurses be able to..." It sounds like we're a bunch of little kids that need permission to do anything, no matter how trivial.
Nurses are trusted with some big-time stuff. I would expect we could allow nurses to use their good judgment as to whether they can listen to music or not.
I mean, I'm sure Old Dude uses discretion with his fart CD...
When I worked geropsych, I played music all the time. Do you know how soothing Marvin Gaye is? The patients loved hearing music... so did I. It soothed me!
There were nurses elsewhere in the hospital that I noticed played music quietly for themselves on their phones. Again, it was soothing.
If what we were playing bothered the patients, we turned it off. We also switched it if it was inappropriate like the time I realized we were playing, "Dang me! Dang me! They oughta take a rope and hang me! From the highest treeeeeeeeeeeeee...."
It never was a distraction and it was usually welcome, but we weren't in an ICU.
I realized other students thought I used a broken cuff, and went and told the teacher, as well as filled her in on my finger stick experience.
So I believe an unconscious person has some awareness of what's being said to them, for whatever it's worth.
Ur probably right. it was a simple question:What ti m e frame is a prn due to the patient kinda like on a routine schedule it can be an hour before or late. I just had a simple question.
I worked on a geropsych unit. We hired actual CNA's and preferred that they had eldercare (especially dementia type) experience prior to working with us. We called them PCT's. They worked along side the BHA's, who were staff that had a bachelor's and would run the groups.
The PCT's took care of ADL's, but the BHA's were expected to help with this (as did the nurses when we could). Our setting was like a mini nursing home.
When our PCT's floated to other units, there was not much they could do besides q15 minute rounds and 1:1's. Booooooring!
They also collected specimens, ran exercise and game groups, assisted in codes and escorted patients to the medical facility for tests and treatments.
EDIT: I see the original post is sorta old, but maybe it'll help someone else out!
My grandmother was a welder and she was very proud of her contribution and the skills she acquired. She was a hard worker and tough stuff. Between enduring The Great Depression and WWII, how could she not be? I miss her and am proud of what she did.
Anyway, RIP Rosie!
The door is open so I hear the same nurse talking **** about me to the other nurses... How do I deal with all of this?
I don't think it was even two weeks. This was my very first CNA job about 30 years ago. It was a filthy and nasty nursing home.
The air in the place was straight up stale urine and feces. The smell clung in my hair and clothes. Foul!
The call buttons and bed rails were caked with dried feces.
I had my purse stolen the first day I was there.
An elderly man fell out of bed. He was just tossed back up in like a bag of trash. No one reported it to the nurse and no assessment for injury done. I was told it was no big deal.
I caught two CNAs making out on the end of a bed.
I was harassed for getting a compliment from a resident who told me I was "nice". The aides (all much older than me) were mocking me like I was in grade school, like "Oooh! Isn't she so niiiiiice!"
The aides lined up on both sides of the hall, waiting for me to walk by (which I was determined to do, though I knew it would not be pleasant) and they proceeded to further mock me and blow straw wrappers in my face.
Oh, but the childish shenanigans continued as a couple of the aides were adamant I should eat this chocolate cake that they brought from the soiled utility room.
Watched the aides loudly make fun of and verbally abuse: an old man who defecated in the shower, an old lady whose breasts were pendulous and tucked under her arms (!) and another lady crying in the tub because she was cold.
Finally, a teeny tiny old lady urinated in her wheelchair. Oh, she was wearing a brief, but it had been on her so long, the urine poured on out over the sides of her wheel chair. I watched this aide scoop the old gal up in one one arm, fling the completely drenched egg crate into the trash and then plop the woman back down in the chair. No, the aide still did not change the brief.
Now, after all the crap I put up with there, that last one finally threw me over the edge. I don't know what the hell I was thinking, but anyone with any sense would have been gone after the first day.
I walked into the ADON's office, handed her my stinky blue smock and gait belt. I told her I'd never seen anything so disgusting in all my life (all 18 years of it!) and I was walking out now (finally!). To this day, I remember her shocked face and still cannot figure out why she would have been shocked. There was no way she did not know she worked for a stink-hole and that the employees were trash.
Well, that was the shortest. Immediately after that, I went to the nicest darn LTC in the world and stayed there for 12 years (and still rate it as one of the best experiences of my life).
I've told some of these stories on here before. Sorry, for the repeat. Also, sorry for the length.
Now that everybody wants one, you're feeling the pressure! lol
Reminds me of when I was a kid, as soon as the other kids in my class found out I could draw, I'd get stacks of paper handed to me with the plea, "Hygiene, draw me something!". Problem was that the pressure was too much and I'd never produce a single drawing. I'd totally pray the kids would forget they asked. By the end of the year, I'd have stacks of free paper in my desk, which I greedily kept. Apparently, the only kind of artist I was was a con artist and drunk on all the Mead I acquired, lol.
Which area has the most compassionate nurses? I'd say the student nurse forum on AN. Most of the other forums have just regular nurses.
Aww! Davy Do, you know there's something about those black and white cats. I call 'em "cow kitties". They have the neatest personalities! Mine acts more like a dog and he talks to me by chirping. He takes walks in the woods with me! Glad you saved the cat and you gave him a happy home while you could.
Sorry to get off topic but I LOVE cow kitties
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