We rec'd a call that a Little Darling had collapsed in the hallway. I grab my emergency bag and call for the other nurse to get the wheelchair and meet me. When I get there I see LD sitting in the hallway who has recently been diagnosed with panic/anxiety. I tried to get her to slow her breathing but she would not respond to command. The only thing for me she responded to was "to do what the dr. showed her to do (which was cover her mouth and breath) When the other nurse got there (not even a full minute) she was asking why she was doing that and then instructed LD to move her hands and breath through her nose, which LD does. LD responded to other nurse's commands and we were able to get her to the nurse's office via wheelchair. A heartbeat after we got student to the nurse's office, poof, mom is here. Instant Mom. We had not even begun to examine LD. The rest of the story is LD is fine and back in class. (oh, when the other nurse asked what LD pulse was I could not tell her. I didn't have my watch on and my pulse ox was dead.)
I don't know why that has upset me so, but it has. I have taken the way the other nurse talked to me WAY to much to heart. We talked about it afterwards and she was not upset or thought I needed to do anything else. She really doesn't think it is a big deal, but now my mind is all over the place about it.
Thanks for letting me ramble. So ready for May 31st.
