Quote from jov
What a great attitude, bigjay. It's refreshing to see people appreciating their skills and natural abilities.
In my 20's, I was able to put a patient into the back of an ambulance with the stretcher, even though I was 5'1", 115#. Nowadays, at 47, I'm just not willing to risk their safety or mine, so I defer to those who are better equipped. However now that I'm in nursing school, guess who gets asked the questions about reading EKG strips, cardiac physiology, or how to deal with an instructor who's perceived as unfair in her evaluations? My strengths lie in maneuvering the corporate landmines and in encouraging teamwork. So I can't lift physically. I can lift the team's spirits! And isn't that what makes going to work fun, working with people you like?
Also a great attitude!
Before I became a nurse, I was an orderly, sort of, and on numerous occassions I was called to assist with a lift, only to find 8 healthy young women waiting for me to help lift a 300lb patient. Now, let's see 300/8= 37.5 lbs/nurse. Not trivial, but I would squeeze in, get one hand on the lift sheet, and we would perform the transfer easily. Apologies in advance, but the conclusion I reached was that the nurses were more confident to do the lift if a guy was there. (I used to joke--lovingly--that it was because I knew how to count to three.)
Please understand, the nurses I was helping weren't weak, or stupid, or inept, or needy. What constantly amazed me was that these were some of the strongest, most capable, and most independent women I've known, but they would consistently wait for me or one of my male colleagues. Please understand, too, that I didn't begrudge the help, and as my technique improved, I took pride in being someone they could call for a tricky one-person pivot or really heavy lift (we fairly routinely get some pts that 8 reasonably strong women couldn't safely lift, but 8 reasonably strong men could.)
And, much in the spirit of bigjay and jov, when I finally became a nurse--a brand-new, scaredy-cat, hopelessly disorganized, and usually confused novice nurse--I got a heck of a lot of support from more experienced nurses. I still get a lot of help and encouragement, and I still don't mind lending a hand with patient transfers. It happens to be something I have some skill and experience with, and if there are times when it seems like all I'm really providing is moral support, that's okay, too. Sometimes all I really need is moral support.