Chaya 7,578 Views
Joined Mar 5, '03 - from 'Bosstown metro area'.
He has '15' year(s) of experience and specializes in 'Rehab, Med Surg, Home Care'.
Posts: 1,125 (19% Liked)
I wish nurses would treat each other better
Please forgive me as I'm certain this subject has been broached many times, yet I just can't stop myself from being completely put off and ashamed by some health care providers. When I come across in chart entries, orders, professional blogs... commonly used (simple) words that are misspelled or sentence structure and syntax more in line with a junior high school student, I am immediately embarrassed for the profession and quickly dismiss the author's credibility. Right or wrong, I feel that your spoken and written words are reflections of your intelligence, competence, and overall professionalism. While I get that not everyone possesses this innate ability, for goodness sake, use spell check or Google it if you have to! I don't mean to be harsh, but really?
This is a legitimate concern: (I say as I sit here eating my XXL stuft burrito). My local hospital systems test for cotitine which is the nicotine by-product - it goes back 3 months.
They also offer discounted health insurance premiums for those that maintain a BMI under 29.
Here is some more info:
Support the program’s objectives in all facets of your business, e.g., healthy foods in cafeterias, vending machines, meetings and business-related events.
Allow employees time for healthy activities. For example, extend lunch breaks for on-site health-related activities, such as fitness classes, yoga, walking clubs and cooking lessons.
Encourage work/life balance, e.g., urge employees to take their vacation time.
I wanted to say thank you to a nurse. I do not know their name, or where they work, I just know that yesterday they were on a flight with my mom. The man next to my mom was having some chest pains, N/V, and general distress. My mom is terrified of people in any kind of distress. Needless to say, nursing was not for her. She is very nervous about things like this so to her this flight was a nightmare come true.
The flight crew paged the flight to see if there was a nurse or dr on- board. Turned out there was both. They were able to get the man stabilized and to the destination. Mom said she was scared because they had to give him O2 and she felt trapped in the seat next to this man.
After they arrived she realized how important nursing can be. She told me that she is glad I'm going for it and it is something she never could have done. That nurse helped my mom see what nurses can do without even trying to. I'm guessing she was just doing what she does, helping another human being, but she also helped my mom see more clearly what a nurse is all about.
So to the nurse on this flight, I thank you. Thank you for helping another person, but also thank you for helping my family see how amazing nurses really are.
A Student Nurse
I have no idea what to expect, and honestly I am scared.
My opinion is that insurance will be much more expensive for those who can cough up the extra funds and much less attainable for those who can't. The Haves will keep on getting and there will be a greater group of Have Nots. Healthcare costs will continue to rise along with everything else that becomes more expensive as the economy struggles. That's what I expect.
Although I am a self-described centrist, I just wanted to elucidate that the majority of food stamp recipients are employed.
The "too lazy to work" stereotype is not totally accurate. Even many enlisted military men and women qualify for food stamps due to their incomes and family sizes.
I am hoping for change.
we may all be speaking Russian by then.
I have no idea what will happen. I do know that I've cried twice today.
Not only instructors, but managers too. Your post came at a great time. I have been at my current job for 18 years without any issues or problems, and now just 6 weeks ago, there is a new manager, and I have had to have 3 meetings and countless reprimands over *nothing*. I cringe when I hear the phone if it's that manager. It has me on edge constantly. While your post won't make this problem go away, it made me feel better to have it confirmed that the problem is not me. If I have had over 20 managers in my career, and never had any problems, and *now* I do, then it obviously is not me.
I am constantly dealing with the hydration problem at work. I also cannot eat or drink much that early in the morning. I will vomit and it only compounds the issue. I have gone 14+ hours at work without time to eat, drink, or even go to the bathroom. The thing that concerns me the most is I'm driving home and realize I don't even have the urge to urinate. The problem often brakes down to being short staffed and not being allowed to have a water bottle anywhere but the brake room. I wouldn't have one in patient care areas, but there are several places that are sanitary that a bottled could be tucked away with a cap on it to make it closer to my whereabouts during the shift.
You would think by now I would know better than to even think there was nothing left that could surprise me...
I missed the phone calls, yet again. I don’t know how many times I have given my brothers and mom my new cell phone number, but no one seems to write it down or remember it. So, at the end of a long day of nursing, I head home with a throbbing headache and take two Tylenol PMs, and sit down to write an article.
My phone rings and I smile - it is my daughter. I answer the phone, “Hey Princess!” “MOM! Have you checked your phone? Have you got any texts from your brothers?” “No, I didn’t get any, why?” “Mom, Grandad is in the hospital - call Granny!” I hung up on her and dialed my mom.
I hang up the phone with my mom promising to drive the 4 hours to where they live in the morning. With the medicine I just took, I will crash, so I am not safe to drive. First thing in the morning, I head out. I have talked to my brothers, and they assure me that dad is fine but they are running more tests. I cannot helped but be stressed out. He’s my dad.
My dad is 90. He has lived a very full life, and I am very blessed to have both of my parents - I know this. My dad has had several strokes, hundreds of falls, but really, these are his only health issues. His medical history is remarkably healthy, except for the stroke, and possibly, undiagnosed depression. I remember when he was 84, he started to become a lot more quiet. One day he made the remark to me that caught me totally off guard. He said he would die when he turns 85. I asked him why he would say that. He answered, “because my dad died when he was 85”. I replied, “Dad, grandma died when she was 106, and you are more stubborn than she was.” He winked at me and nodded.
He had his first major stroke at 85.
Now, here we sit in the hospital. My dad is having a really hard time with his speech, and I can see his frustration in trying to be understood. His blood pressure is low, his GFR and creatinine are high, he is dehydrated. I can tell he is getting a little frustrated with my mom’s chattering. I have heard “the story” about the 9-1-1 call already about 50 times. I don’t stop her from retelling the story - someday I will miss her voice. I just nod and try to tell mom to be patient, we will get answers when the doctor rounds. No, mom, he is busy, he will be here when he can. No, he is not putting us off, he is doing his job with all of his patients here - answering questions from other scared families.
I try to keep an eye on what I can - his IV site, his repositioning, here dad, try to take a drink. His hand is puffy at the iv site, but the site does not appear infiltrated. The line is flowing at a high rate to flush his kidneys (per my brother who talked to the doctor yesterday). I elevate his hand on a pillow. I feel like I did SOMETHING.
Sitting. Waiting. Hoping. Praying. It is monotonous. It is incredibly stressful. I feel incredibly
And then, she walks in, glowing sunshine. This patient care tech (PCT) had a huge smile on her face and I could not believe what a breath of fresh air she brought into the room. The way she talked to my dad, the way she beamed confidence, displayed cheer! She checked every aspect of my dad to make sure he was safe and comfortable. She took all of his vitals and offered reassurance to my mom on his ranges. She teased my dad (very respectfully) and brought a beautiful, handsome smile to his face.
I didn’t want her to ever leave. I just thought she was amazing. I appreciated her so much.
I will never forget her. I know that may sound really crazy, but, for me sitting on the other side of the bed, I have a whole new perspective. I can only hope that all nurses everywhere make their families feel as good as she made my family feel. I know - that is a tall order….she did set that bar pretty high.
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