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By molly.hershman - I was 16 years old when I saw death for the first time.
I was working in a small emergency room, and they brought an old man in who had had a heart attack while out canoeing with his wife. There were chest compressions, quiet sobs from his wife, the grim silence as the doctor stepped away from the patient...and it was all over.
I will never forget how in the moment of death, the man almost seemed to deflate. Like something more than his breath had left him. His essence, his soul, his... Read More →
By molly.hershman - As a nurse, you have to prepare yourself for the good, the bad, and the ugly. Also, you should probably take some time to steel yourself against the smelly, the disgusting, the offensive, the exhilarating, and the exhausting. And wait, did I forget to mention the terrifying, the grotesque, the impressive, and above all else, the amazing?
I am a student, and I know I have a loooong way to go in nursing. I’m essentially the equivalent of a nurse toddler: playing with my care plans and concept... Read More →
By molly.hershman - When I first started nursing school, I spent the majority of my beginning weeks going through the normal nursing school hazing process: intensely studying, vacuuming down as many carbs as one can humanly acquire, doubting my self-worth, forgetting to blink, and trying to find my bowel sounds with my stethoscope (and subsequently panicking/determining that I was in fact a zombie when I couldn’t hear anything). I was constantly nervous, nauseous, and excited (oh, and did I mention thankful for... Read More →
By molly.hershman - "Nursing School Dropout".
It was then, as my patient rolled away in her wheelchair to parts unknown, I thought 'well, and that's when nursing school ended’. Week 8, and I had lost my patient. I don’t mean ‘lost’, in that whole sad eyes ‘oh-my-god-how-did-your-patient-die’ lost type of way where people speak in hushed tones and cup your shoulder. No, I mean more like my patient is physically lost, jacket and purse in hand, and is probably hitchhiking to Canada by now in her wheelchair... Read More →