SarahLeeRN's Nursing Blog
Being a nurse teaches me something every day. Without exception. What an amazing job this...I still can't believe that I get paid to do this.
The following are articles I have written and shared with the nursing community. If you enjoy an article please leave a comment and tell me what you think.
In the year 1952, the United States had the worst outbreak of polio in its history. Polio is defined by the CDC as "A crippling and potentially deadly disease. The virus spreads from person to person and can invade an infected person’s brain and spinal cord, causing paralysis." There were around 58,000 reported cases of polio in 1952, with 3,300 people killed. No-one knew how this disease was transmitted, or how to cure it. Entire communities were panicked because of polio. Because no one... Read More →
What exactly is nursing? There are a million definitions of what nursing is, and many of these would be correct. But the more I practice, the closer I think I am to knowing the definition. Nursing is an art. One definition of an art is: the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power. I love this definition. When I... Read More →
“This is what reality shock feels like,” I thought to myself as I stared at the little confused old man sitting on the edge of his bed, covered in blood from the IV that he just pulled out. It was quarter to eleven at night and I still had two more people who needed medications, foley catheters to empty, charting to finish, and now, another IV to start with an antibiotic to hang before my shift was technically ‘over’ at eleven. As I stared at the mess that I was going to have to clean up,... Read More →
I don’t seem to process everything that I see, hear and do at work until I am home. My lack of reflection until later might have something to do with running around like a Looney Tunes character for eight or more hours caring for the sick. It is difficult to be reflective when life has to be lived so much in the moment. But after the last IV has been hung, the last lab value dealt with, the last medication given and the last note written, as I drive home, fragments of my day begin to surface... Read More →
She called my name down the hallway. To me, at the other nurses’ station. Why she did that, I don’t know. I had a phone next to me. She’s the unit secretary. Why doesn’t she know my extension? “You have a phone call. Johnson’s brother. Wants to speak to his nurse” I call back (now we are just raising our voices at each other, how foolish) “Transfer the call over here.” She calls back at me. “What’s the number at your phone?” Again I wonder- why don’t you know the number? But I don’t... Read More →
I am writing because I wanted to tell you that I am sorry. I know that you didn’t ask for that. You just went in for a routine procedure that was supposed to change your life. It did change your life-just not in the way that you planned, I know. You were so gracious, to everyone involved. You were angry but understanding. You knew that you were human, being operated on and cared for by humans. “It will be ok,” you told yourself. “A few weeks of rehab, and then I can go home. Get... Read More →
The following name has been changed and the situation slightly altered to protect the privacy of those involved. However, it remains a ‘true story’ about a lesson learned through an elderly woman I first met Grace after I had been at the nursing home for about three weeks. I was orienting with the LPN who was on the wing where Grace was going to be staying. Grace was a very frail little woman. When she stood up, the top of her head barely came to my shoulders, and I am not a tall... Read More →
“No, hon, you’re not going to want that. Those are old. You’re going to want these,” said the nurse, pointing at a rack full of thick binders on the side of the desk. Bewildered, I put the first binder back on the shelf (it was big and heavy) and turned to face the other rack. Not really sure what I was looking at but attempting to look professional, I grabbed the binder with my newly acquired client’s room number on the spine, clutched it to my chest, and practically ran from the... Read More →