Halcyonn, ADN, RN 4,215 Views
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The first thing that popped out at me was the term "COW" for computer on wheels. We used to have cows but a patient overheard the word "COW", assumed we were talking about her and complained. Our 600+ bed hospital now use "WOWS", workstations on wheels. This sort of illustrates, to me, how pandering and ridiculous things have become. Never mind our Level one trauma certification, robotic assisted surgeries, lifesaving antibiotics, blood we hang, 60 minutes max door to Cath lab times, world-class neurosurgeons, pain specialist team, etc..people complain that our coffee isn't that great, they can't smoke, we cannot tell them exactly when each hospitalist an specialist will round,we don't feed free meals to visitors, on and on. It's insane. I'm a friendly compassionate and highly competent nurse, but sometimes the things that patients, and by extension TPTB care about is really out of control. The shift needs to get back to saving lives, a safe environment, healing, not trivial nonsense that boosts our satisfaction numbers. I am assuming this is more prevalent in the U.S., where we have turned into a bunch of entitled crybabies. The line needs to be drawn.
They must have been Prada shoes.
As I said in my original reply...we can't fix stupid. We can fix multiple trauma , but not stupid.
Most nights I'm a barista, plumber, chef, electrician, and NASA engineer (who else could fix a faulty bed?).
We weeded those people out our first 3 semesters. Why won't your professors do something about the tardiness or unprofessional attire? My school deals with it.
I didn't know that this was a mean term, I thought it was a term used in jest by older people joking about their age!
You needed and should have gotten support from your charge. The cardiologist needed and should have made should there was enough support and coverage for her patient.
You feel wimpy because you left nothing on the field and you're exhausted but you rocked it last night.
Instead of feeling like a failure, feel like an essential part of getting sick folks thru a rough night that could have gone a whole lot more sideways if not for you. Allow yourself to feel fantastic about that. Then eat some chocolate and go to bed.
Yeah...no I'm going to tell the truth. Thanx for all the advice. Yeah if I don't get it then it's their lost!
Everyone seems to think people don't lie to climb the ladder? You have got to be kidding me! As much as everyone wants to think if you tell the truth, it will get you far. No it won't. Stop being ignorant and realize everyone makes choices based off of selfishness. Managers are use to this, they will not come back and say well...you lied to me. @nursebaby88, all you have to do is say I have graduated from such and such program and would like to apply for the graduate program blah blah. And most likely, that manager has NOTHING to do with the grad program.
I would say something like "yes, we have to care for our patients during some of the worst times in their lives. When I have to do this it's because my patient isn't able to do it himself/herself. If you were critically ill, wouldn't you want the best care possible?"
BTW, people never have a problem when babies have poopy diapers, but God forbid, it happens to an adult Being matter of fact usually stops the "ewwws"
First of all, this isn't a friend. But you should take the high road and ignore it....and maybe stop interacting with this person.
I have no clue where the time went. The days were long, but the years wear short, and I'm officially finished with nursing school. Soon to be a GN.
There was a time when I considered not attending - all the lovelies at allnurses gave me a smack down and off to class I went.
There was a time when I considered dropping out. All the lovelies at allnurses told me to have my pity party, and get back to class. And I did.
I raised kids, went to school full time, and even worked full time the during my second year. I'm whooped.
But now it's over! The learning has just begun...I'm more aware of that than ever, but I'm so excited for the journey ahead, as hard as it might be. I know it'll be completely worth it.
Thanks everyone for all your help! I'm sure I'll have a million more questions along the way.
It was a normal shift. I started out with the typical two patients. One stable and one not so much.
My not-so-stable patient was a 50-something guy with a wife and 4 kids. He had a massive ischemic stroke from an unknown origin last night. He was intubated and his neuro exam was so poor that he didn't even need to be sedated. He only had minimal reflexes. His wife sat at his bedside, utterly broken. She looked to me for any glimmer of hope and I had none to give her.
My second neuro check was worse than my first. I tried to have my nursey poker face on, but she saw right through it. I immediately called the doctor. An emergency craniotomy for decompression and bone flap removal was in our very near future.
When the doctor quickly came by to tell her what needed to happen or he would become brain dead soon, she lost what little grip she had on her sanity. She became inconsolable and walked away because she just couldn't take it anymore.
I asked my charge to watch my patient while I looked for her. I found her huddled on the floor in the bathroom, sobbing uncontrollably.
I wanted to sit next to her and console her for a while, but time was a factor. We were getting ready to hit the OR in a matter of minutes. I had to get her to pull it together and FAST.
First, I hugged her while she sobbed snot onto my scrubs for about two minutes. I told her I was so, so sorry while she cried. I then looked her in her eyes and said, "Hey, you can do this. He needs you right now. He needs you to be strong for him right now. You can do this. And I will be there with you the entire time."
With tears in her eyes, she said, "okay".
"This is what we are going to do, okay?" I said.
"I'm going to walk with you back to the unit. We're going to talk to the anesthesiologist and answer some important questions. We're going to call your son and let him know he's going to surgery now and that everyone needs to get here and meet you in the waiting room. I'm going to pack him up and we're going to take him down stairs. All three of us will ride down the elevator to the OR together. You'll give him some good smooches and I'll take him back. I'll be there with you every step of the way."
She pulled it together. She blew her nose one more time, dried her eyes, and held her head high. "Okay, let's go," she said, as we walked out of the bathroom.
She answered the anesthesiologist's questions and we started packing him up. I could tell it was taking every ounce of strength she had not to hop in that bed with him.
As we were making our turn to the OR, I told her to get some smooches in. I tried with all I had in me not to cry as I watched her sob into his shoulder and smear tears all over his cheek.
He came back to my unit after surgery and didn't look so great.
By the end of the shift, I was taking him to hospice.
After I extubated him and gave report to the hospice nurse taking over, she sobbed as she said goodbye to me. I wanted to get out of there before he died because after the last 12 hours, I don't think I could have taken that and still gone back to the unit to take care of my other patient.
I'll never forget her. I'll never forget the strength she had summoned from deep inside of her to get herself out of that bathroom. That kind of strength she had to find underneath those tears she was crying; the kind of tears that make your throat burn. I pray that if I'm in that situation, I'll be able to find it. I think that I could because she showed me it was possible.
And as I said my goodbye to her and told her I was praying for her, my phone in my pocket buzzed.
After I walked out of the room, I checked it and saw that I got a text from my coworker.
"You're up for the next admission and report is on the phone."
Don't go into nursing school I you don't know how to prayer. Believe me, you will learn how to pray and cry out to God in the process of nursing school.
Thank you Hadassah 16 for posting such truth! If the atheists/agnostics in this world have sworn off belief in God...too bad! I heartily agree with the above post as I have seen death, harm, and injustice in the hospital setting up close and personal and my faith in my Father in Heaven has always seen me through.
An additional note: I think it a bit ridiculous that as soon as someone announces their faith in God, there is always an atheist/agnostic who insists on quelling the aforementioned person's right to state their belief in the Lord.
The post says for everyone to fill in the blank about nursing school. It is anyone's right to say that their belief in God has seen them through such a stressful schooling and career. If you, O faithless one, have chosen to not believe in God--just don't believe in Him! The rest of us who do will continue to do so in spite of your bitter diatribes against His faithfulness to us, His friendship with us, and His love of us--especially where death, danger, harm, and sick patients are concerned!
I am not ashamed of my belief in my Father in Heaven. He is with me all through the day. I will not be ashamed of my belief while I take care of my patients either. I am fully capable of taking care of my patients and not imposing my beliefs on them, for their healing process must not be hindered by anything I do or neglect to do for their care.
That is the beauty about having a friendship with the One who crafted me and crafted my patients. His care of me inspires me to care for my patients whilst I open my heart to His understanding and His wisdom. This has always seen me through and I know it always will. Even if my patients or my co-workers do not believe in God, or His mercy upon all of us, I know for myself that My Redeemer Liveth!
I expect that my post will probably inflame a lot of atheist/agnostic tempers. Too bad. This country allows each of us to say how we will live our lives and allows us the expectation to see it through--faith based or not.
As long as we do the work in school and accept the discipline of the profession, anyone can become a nurse, doctor, lawyer, or Indian Chief! (LOL) Again, the original post asked for everyone to fill in the blank of the sentence, "Don't go into nursing if". Hadassah 16 gave an answer which included his/her faith in God and many others gave theirs also. This is an advantage of living in a society that allows free speech.
For me, my answer to the question is: Don't go into nursing school if you lack compassion, reason, and the ability to slow yourself down so you can hear what your patient is saying in deeds as well as in words.
Patients come to us from a myriad of backgrounds--some of which you may or may not understand or agree with, or with which you may or may not choose to empathize. Nevertheless, you must find it in your being to continue to take care of them. Atheists/agnostic or faith-based nurses...to a sick patient, it makes no difference!
Therefore, you must take care of your health first! Your well-being you must continually improve, and endeavor to keep good cheer in your life. Take your hobbies very seriously and get good at them. No, mockery and cynicism do not count! Aim for hobbies that inspire you to maintain a good balance of love, sensitivity and compassion in your life. And yes, if you do believe in God, keep walking your walk of faith with Him--He will see you through
Take care and God Bless (to those who believe in Him)
Are you kidding me? You would discourage people who think that they can change the world and make it a better place? I hope that there is not a person in this world who looks to you for advice or guidance. Perhaps it is people like you in this profession of service who make it so difficult for the "do-good" ers to get anywhere, because people with attitudes like that are willing to settle for themselves and their patients and it leads all involved to suffer needlessly. With 23 years in nursing, and the way it is today, I'm not surprised you have such a negative, hopeless, helpless view of the world. I'll pray for you.
So I guess nothing unfortunate has ever happened to you?
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