Quote from locolorenzo22
I'm still waiting to see how well I do with the post-death giggles....I didn't have to do much post-mortem care with a guy the other week, just the lifting/bagging. Apparently, nurses actually go down with the body to "security".....although, what security does is still a mystery......
Glad to hear you had such an awesome clinical....I always look forward to mine.
For the post postmortem care we went in, took out her picc line,closed her eyes (a couple of times) changed the 4x4 at the picc line site a few times because it was bleeding through, we rolled her to clean the bm that had come out and then we bagged her. She had a bath earlier that day so she didn't get another. We then had to go to the front lobby log her in there, get a pass, go to the research lab and get in with the pass get our stuff, go upstairs and move her to the table and take her down, log her in and put her in. We did learn how to tag and deal with somebody who was in isolation after passing.
There was less to do before placing her in the bag then I thought there would be. I was shocked that all it took was 2 students to sign her into the book and close the door and suddenly she was gone.
After this weekend I am considering starting a journal just to keep my thoughts and experiences in. Caring for this woman touched me more then I expected. I don't like death and never dealt with family deaths very well. This was so different. There's something overwhelming about seeing somebody just after passing and watch as her fingers turn blue and feel the warmth of her skin disappear and realize that her soul was gone. It's just weird. I truly felt honored to take care of her.
One thing that shocked me is that pparently it's policy to send them down in the bag without a gown on. I didn't know this until then but just so happened the nurse we were with was against that. I told her I was shocked that anyone would be okay with that. She may be dead and she may be in a plastic bag but I think she still deserves the respect of modesty. I could never leave somebody with a gown. It just seemed to wrong.
So being able to give her that last bit of respect, to be the last person who cared for her to say good bye...touching.
And the giggles are gone and quite honestly they are replaced with an overwhelming sense of reality and sadness. I don't deal with death well...not even the death of somebody I didn't know. I never knew that it would be so sad and that I would care so much...guess it's different then hearing about somebody dying and then caring for them when they are gone.