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    About RN Heals Program

    Hi everyone! I am now working as a Research Associate of Access Health International and we are involved with Health Innovations. Would you help me as I am doing a research on the RN Heals Program. What are the positive gains and frustrations about the program? For those who are already working in a hospital because of RN Heals, how did you find the process in the selection? Are there any problems encountered while working in the hospital because of the program? Thank you. Please bear in mind your answers will be strictly confidential.
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    Evaluation of Diabetic Nurse Specialists

    Hi classicdame, thanks. So it is more of a patient referral and constant tracking of your cases. Thanks.
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    For Patrick

    The story still haunts me until now. Nursing involves nurturing and being in touch with all human emotions.
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    Hope: Losing a Child

    "Hope" has inspired me to write this article. Many times I had witnessed those who hoped and fought for their child until the last breath. My salutation goes out to every parent who had let go and live for their lost child. Even though I am not a parent (yet), I feel for all the loss.
  5. Hi! I am a Nurse Researcher in a tertiary hospital in the Philippines. Currently, we have a Diabetic Nurse Core Group and we are required to conduct an appraisal or evaluation on the effectiveness of our core group on patient care and to develop a tool that could evaluate our core group. In our hospital, our DM nurses only do the teaching prior the patient's discharge and we wanted to revolutionize this practice. It would be much of a help if they have started their teaching from admission until discharge and if it has a multi-disciplinary approach. I would want to know how are the diabetic nurse specialists evaluated in your hospital. Do you have a tool? Can you share some resources that could help us to develop a tool. Thanks. Diligo Quod Ago: http://www.jessicavirnna.blogspot.com
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    For Patrick

    He was indeed one of the sweetest patients I've ever cared for ever since he was transferred from Pay ward. Not once, did he complain all the agony and discomfort from needles ( as what I remember, since he never grumbled when I was the one injecting him) nor he whined from the time he was on NPO for more than a week just for his operation to take place. I really missed him and the smile he flashed every time I passed by his bed ( when he was still awake and the operation had not transpired yet). I missed how he would offer me his snacks without his mother knowing and eventually putting it into my pocket alongside some empty syringes and my dirty scissors. I missed his sweetness the most, and all the countless times he had given me chocolates. He was just nine years old. Who knows what crazy dreams he had and how he would pursue these dreams? His parents and brothers would probably know all the dreams he wanted to be-- but none of them knew that the life he had would be a life that was short-lived. I know I was being immature and unfair than when I told a friend: why do kids like Ian have to be the one to experience this entire ordeal? Why not the kids on the streets who were sniffing "rugby" or those suicidals who wanted to die in the first place? They have steered their lives in their end, haven't they? I know that they too have the same shot at life but I think it would be much better if it was not Patrick or H. or C. (who were all diagnosed to have Brain Tumors and who underwent brain surgeries and developed certain complications at some point). These kids deserve to have a childhood, the kind I underwent: going up in guava trees, splattering at muddy holes, running around under a rain, being chased after by dogs and playing "patintero" under a moonlight. Or just simply have a life ahead, just for them to experience falling in love, being rejected or the thrill of riding bicycles. The day Patrick died, I was assigned to C. Patrick's uncle had asked me earnestly not to let anything happen to C. He wanted C. to fully recuperate so as not to waste what Patrick had fought for. I could no longer hold my tears back then, but I could not cover up my transparency: that what he was asking from me was unattainable. Like Patrick, C. too was ventilated after his craniectomy and has very poor stimuli arousability. I am not God, I am not capable of curing them or make any of their pain stops. (If I can, I must have done it to myself a couple of times) I am not capable of making them feel numb in every stinging pain from needles. If only I can, I will. But I can't. I can only touch their hands and let them know I am there with them. I can only reassure them that miracles really do happen with God. I missed Patrick... (It's been quite some time since I last felt this towards a patient's death. The good thing is, while I was writing this one, I was on leave and there is enough time for me to anesthetized this feeling Names changed...)
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    Hope: Losing a Child

    Their stories were all congruent. In expectation, they have waited for their first born. They were once the typical parents who adorned their babies' small hands and feet or their velvety skin and round eyes--minutes after an arduous childbirth experience. With gentle whispers, they once assured their firstborn that the world is not a scary place to live even though they themselves arbitrarily believed that the world is indeed atrocious. That life, if ideal, is filled with shallow contentment but if reality is nothing but everything. They celebrated each night they were wide awake by their firsts' hungry whimpers and wails or instances of his distinct chuckling on dancing lights. In the child's eyes, they felt that for once all their flaws and mistakes were bygones. But the world is indeed harsh for those who believed that life should only be rainbows, laughter, and merriment and not about bills, provision, and inconsistencies. Hers was the soreness and discomfort of providing for the milk if he was not able to make the ends meet. They compromised...they sacrificed-- after all they have waited for ten years and so. On the third month, they had not anticipated their child's limpness and poor sucking. They miscalculated their aspirations; he wanted to teach his son how to ride a cheap second-hand bicycle on his eight and she dreamt of becoming her son's tutor on fractions on his ten. But they only had thirty days- according to a doctor's intelligent articulation about their son's rare cardiac condition. As soon as the disclosure was given, they went through the grieving process. They denied that their child's skin was abnormally an ash grey. They were hoping for years instead of days. They kept their dreams alive but in every moment they saw their child's closed eyes--their dreams waivered and were shattered into silhouettes. They designated their short-term plans to fit into their child's thirty days; he just wanted to be strong and man enough to stop all the tears from falling while she stopped blaming herself. In meager, they provided for all the things required from them. They were unselfish and unconditional-- they sacrificed their meal for their child's antipyretics and they made him secured by ignoring their own fatigue. Not once they had faltered; they waited for their son's recovery. Softly in his ear, they told him that together they will make fireworks last, sunsets will be paused in between the hues of orange and red, falling stars will populate every night sky and there will be no rain on happy days (if there is, it would be skipped until the rainbow part). People around them were counting the days. They did not want them to count. They only begged for answers from them and not numbers. They counted: "twenty-nine...thirty" and provided no answers. In despair, they have grieved their first (probably their last). They stopped hoping...they stopped living.
  8. Hello everyone!!! I am a Research Coordinator here in a tertiary hospital in the Philippines. My groupmates and I came up with the following topics and I am asking everyone to comment. We are still doing our review of literature, so your comments would really help us in selecting our topic. 1. Clinical Profile of Nurses diagnosed with Pulmonary Tuberculosis we wanted to know whether the demographics, including height and weight of the nurses have relationship with the development of occupational TB. This seems to shallow so I thought since we do not have a detection system in our hospital on whether the nurses have latent TB, i suggested why not do Mantoux test on the nurses to get the number of nurses with actual exposure and relate it to the demographics, or practices. However, a group of pulmonologists have already started a research with similar hypothesis. So, can you suggest other form of detection. 2. Instillation of Saline during suctioning of ventilated patients. 3. The effect of constant delays of scheduled surgical procedures on the anxiety level of the patients and their families. 4. Non-compliance to antibiotics and emergence of MDR infections 5. Factors affecting Hospital Acquired pneumonia among post-operative patients Among the topics what do you think would be more relevant to study on. We really wanted to do number 1, however we could no longer do the mantoux test since another group is doing it. can you still suggest some topics?? Please... Thank you. Jess
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    How many got only 75 questions?

    hi, took mine last december 28. shut off at 75. 40+ prioritization, 2 select all and 2 computations... still waiting for the result.
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