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I recently gave notice and quit from a nursing home that was very difficult to work for. No DON. No ADON. No Unit Manager, and no communication. Today I got a call to come in and "chart" on a patient who has died since I left. I am no longer an employee there. I don't even know what or why I need to chart except the grapevine has it that the family is going to sue, and the nursing home interim DON is trying make everything look nice. I believe I always charted what needed to be charted on all my patients. Can I legally chart an addendum (should I agree that something was missed) after I'm no longer an employee? I believe that the only way I would be able to chart is with an addendum - which is probably not what they want anyway. I may call my liability insurance to see if they can offer me some legal advice too. Thanks.

Interesting! I'm a new RN grad moving to Denver, Colorado, looking for work. Have been a LPN more than 30 years, but no one cares about THAT experience. I understand that hospitals are the first to turn away new grads, but does anyone know of other local places I could look?

I heard the Cincinnati program has closed? Does anyone know.

I believe there is great purpose and usefulness in sites like this. I have a blog I wrote as I was a student at Rets (Bohecker) but I haven't used it to blast the school. Only if you read between the lines. Because I'm a gold member, I think I can post the link here. http://rnstudentatboheckercollege.blogspot.com/ I'll update it with the final articles after graduation February 20, 2010.

Former student - not quite graduated... Please make sure you check out the facts such as if they are accredited, their status with the OBON, the turn over of staff (including the president), etc.

I'm a student at Bohecker - Columbus in the RN program. I did not attend the LPN program there.

Dear EXPLTCRN Thanks so much for taking time to post such an enlightening article in response to my story. I'm printing it out for when I'm the "Manager" RN and can put this to very good use where it will make a difference. Keep up the good work - and writing!

Hey, wonderful idea! Thanks for your comment. ~Linda

The law requires that all meds be given within one hour before or after the medicines are due, and this often creates a lot of stress for busy nurses. For instance, the 8 a.m. meds can be started at 7 a.m., and the med pass, for however many patients you are assigned to, must all be given by 9 a.m., or the facility you work for is out of compliance with state regulations and subject to censure. Many of my classmates have recently gotten their LPN license and are now RN students. They have not had experience with passing medications or time to learn some tricks of the trade that come with years of 'working the med cart'. The story this morning was told with tears streaming down my classmate's face that expressed more than words could ever tell of how disappointed she was, as a student nurse, to have not completed the assigned task of giving meds to her 17 patients in the two-hour window of time. Ah yes. I had to turn away as I could not keep my eyes from swimming with empathy while my heart filled with understanding. Her story will be repeated every day by many nurses, especially LPN's. I call it, "A Mousetrap in My Med Cart". My fingers are burning to tell this story in hopes that other nurses will feel better knowing that many of us have felt the pressure of that ticking mousetrap in our carts! ...Wishing the tired, sleepy, night nurse would hurry it along, I heard report on my patients just like I did at the start of every shift at the nursing home where I worked 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. three days a week. There was a new admission in Room 5. The patient in Room 10 had fallen during the night and would need vital signs and neuro checks every two hours. Room 11 had ants crawling along the window that would need spraying today. There was a new patient in Room 13 who wanted pain pills more often than she had them ordered. Time was ticking, and I knew the mousetrap of time would be set in my med cart on the dot at 8 a.m. I wanted to have my blood pressures taken before I started my med pass. I hoped I would have time for a quick check on each of my patients by then too. As I prepared my cart and checked for supplies, a tiny little mouse scampered beside me when I ran to answer the phone from an impatient doctor who wanted to leave orders 'with the medicine nurse'. ...At least the patient in Room 13 could have her pain pills more often now. I had 19 patients this morning, and the first patient had to be wakened from a sound sleep. "Why do they wake you up to give you sleeping pills?' she grumbled. "I need my pills crushed in applesauce," she said in a more agitated voice as she almost threw the pills back at me. Back at the med cart, I was somewhat confused because two of the meds were enteric coated, meaning they should not be crushed. I wondered what the other nurses were doing about that. Maybe I could convince her to swallow them whole if I did some patient teaching about enteric-coated pills. In the next room, my patient was sound asleep, but I did not have to disturb him because he had a gastric tube (G-tube) and was on constant tube feeding. My problem was that his powdered medication would not dissolve in water! I stirred and stirred. I added warm water. Maybe it would dissolve while I did a placement and residual check of the tube. But no, the powder continued to float on the top of the water. Finally, I just poured the mixture into the tube syringe - and it promptly clogged up! Just then his wife stirred from her sleep in the chair and said, "You have to mix it with hot water first." Why hadn't someone just written that on the medication record? Now I had to spend several precious mousetrap-ticking minutes unclogging the G-tube! "Please help me to the bathroom. I'm going to mess this bed if I don't get to the bathroom," my next patient begged. By law, the medication nurse isn't supposed to be helping patients to the bathroom while passing meds. But tell that to someone who's holding the back of their gown and slipping off the edge of the bed. I turned on the call light and felt that mouse getting bigger as it ran down the call light string toward my fingers. Due to a sleepy, slow-voiced, night nurse who took 45-minutes to give report, I hadn't had time to check any blood pressures, and my next patient had a medication that was certain to lower his blood pressure very effectively and quickly. I would not give this med without checking to see if his blood pressure was already low. Shucks. It was 80/40. Too low for the medication. Too late, I realized I had put this pill in with his other meds, and now I had to figure out which one it was AND make a place to chart the low blood pressure because no one had done it before now. I also had to chart why I didn't give the medication. And, I had to do another patient teaching about this medication to the patient when he got upset because I held the med. Already it was almost 9 a.m. and the mousetrap in my med cart was rattling around every time I opened a drawer. I could smell the sweet cheesy odor on the trap, and I could feel the mouse allusively nearby! Patient seven had more pills than Carter has liver pills - as we like to say about patients who take more than 10 pills at one time. This one had 20 pills that had to be laboriously checked and rechecked against the medication record. I put a dot on each space on the med record to indicate each pill had been accounted for. I would put my initial in each space after I gave the meds. I hurried into the room almost tripping on the fast-moving mouse as it ran ahead of me and dashed under the bed. "Now what are these for?" asked my patient as she dumped the pulls onto the sheet for a re-count and explanation. Several small white pills slipped silently to the floor and rolled out of sight under the bed. Do I chance getting bit by the hungry mouse as I get on my hands and knees and peer into the darkness? All I see are two beady eyes reminding me that the trap is still set. If I don't find the pills and discard them, housekeeping will report the pills to the supervisor, and she will be sure to match them against who was suppose to have given them. I brave the mouse and return to the cart for new pills. A half-hour later, in Room 14, my patient is asleep on his left side with a pillow stuffed against his back for support. There is a trocantor pillow strapped between his knees - a sure sign of a recent hip surgery. I cannot turn him by myself. We need to use the log-roll method of turning to prevent injury to his new metal hip. Locking the med cart, closing all the med books, and covering any evidence of confidential patient information open to public view, I kick at the imaginary mouse under the cart. "I know what time it is, but you won't get the best of me. I'll conquer you yet!" I hiss as I hurry down the hall to find help with my patient. I'm quite aware that the medication is a simple stool softener than could be given at noon when the patient is up in his chair for therapy, but someone put it down as an 8 a.m. med because it's given once a day. I could skip it and no one would know - except I would know! Twenty minutes later the patient is positioned up in bed, the pill is given, and I can move on to patient number 15 (of 19). The clock says it's 10:00, and I have no more time to finish passing my meds, and still be in compliance. The second hand of the clock looks suspiciously like the long, brown tail of a mouse! Biting my lower lip to stop the quiver and pushing back tears filling the corner of my eyes, I collect the meds for my next patient. "I asked for a pain pill 45 minutes ago! Why can't anybody do anything around here? I called my doctor, and he said he gave you new orders for my pain pills. I want the number for your administrator!" "I'm so sorry you had to wait. I know you must be in a lot of pain. I'll get your pain pills right now. In fact, the doctor said you could have two. Would you like me to bring both pills?" I reply in the most tender voice possible, although in a bit of a quandary because I can't remember my patient's name at the moment. "No. I'll take one now and take the other one later if I need it," replies the patient who is unaware that the request will would require another clarifying order from the doctor, because he ordered two pain pills to be given every four hours. I'm sure I hear a nest full of squeaking baby mice under her bed as I hurry back to my cart to sign out one narcotic pill. My last room has two little ladies who are comparing notes on their care. "I'm suppose to take my meds with food," one says to the other. "And I had breakfast hours ago." "I take three different kind of eye drops five-minutes apart," adds the other patient as I walk through the door. I turn back to find some crackers and milk at the nurses station. After delivering the meds with food, I search frantically through the half dozen drawers in the med cart for the eye drops. I feel faint and nauseated. It's almost 11 a.m. and that mouse is still dodging my every step and getting bigger by the minute! I've been up since 4 a.m. with nothing to eat or drink so far this morning. The prescribed eye drops are nowhere to be found! I strongly suspect that the night nurse put them in her pocket and didn't check her uniform before she went to bed for the day. I circle my initials in the space for the missing eye drops and wonder what I'm going to write as my reason for not giving the meds. And, I wonder how my patient will react when I tell her that I can't give them now. It's almost time to start noon meds, and I've just finished morning meds - some of which are the same! Do I give them again? It looks like the hall is becoming darker as it seems to fill with monster-sized marching rats, but it's only my supervisor who asks how it's going and offers an encouraging smile and a snack for my break. I wait for her comments that I'm out of compliance or that I will have to do better if I'm going to work this hall. But instead, she carries a steaming cup of hot coffee hand in one hand and offers me one my most favorite dark chocolate candy bars with the other. "May I borrow your keys to the med cart?" she asks with some mischief in her voice. "I have some mousetraps to remove." I would remind my classmates and myself, as new RN's and possible supervisor of LPN's,... May we always remember to remove the mousetraps.

Dear Laurie, I hope to keep in touch. I loved your comment! I've posted it on my blog for my family and friends to read, and I'm sure they will want to know your progress. Take Care on the Journey, ~Linda

Correction, from a previous reply, I see I actually scored 1,035 on the test. Didn't mean to mislead!

I hope this is correct - and helpful. For me, an active LPN (for 38 years), I had to take a test at Bohecker and score at least 850. I scored over 1,200. There were 75 questions and all multiple choice but comprehensive. The main reason I selected Bohecker - Columbus was because there are no prereqs and no waiting list! I didn't have to know Algebra or take a math test as such - for which I was very thankful. I hear the cost is a little above normal at $24,000 for the 14-month course. For me, all but $5,000 was covered by student loans. I'm paying on the $5,000 monthly as I go to school. I am very pleased with the program, but then I've waited so long for this dream to come true, that very little could discourage me. Make that - "Nothing" could discourage me!

Hi Quiskeya Would that be Bohecker, Columbus? Were you on the front row on orientation day? It is such as small world sometimes!

Valerie, Good Catch! Yes, I should have written RN where I put LPN. Thanks for all the encouragement!

A dozen new vibrant colorful textbooks decorate the kitchen table and a quick peek into several reveal that they are written in English and the information is not all Greek! These are my study guides for the first quarter of my nursing program at Bohecker College! Almost $855.00 and about 55 pounds of dry weight to lug from class to class. "They aren't heavy...They're my BOOKS!" MY magic number 55 cheered loudly again today! Cars with 55 in the license plates surrounded me as I traveled the two miles to school. The president of Bohecker College announced that after our class graduates, Bohecker College will have graduated 455 nurses (LPN and RN's). And, my drive-through lunch came to $5.05. As if I need more affirmation! Orientation was scheduled for 8:30 a.m., but I was saying good morning to the college landscapers by 8:15. Not surprisingly, I was one of the first student nurses to arrive. Almost 25 other students trickled in for the next 45 minutes. But absolutely no one wore a bigger smile than I did! (Our class has more students (55?), but we are divided up into different orientation days.) The crispy morning air seemed perfect for my first day although early fog caused some schools in the county to open a couple of hours late. On the whiteboard at the front on the room, the words blazed out at me. "Welcome RN Students". Orientation included a welcome to several students who were returning after finishing the LPN course to complete the RN program. As I glanced around the room full of LPN's, I looked to see if there was anyone I knew or had worked with but all were strangers with almost no expression on their sleepy faces. The young man next to me looked way too young to be a nurse. He shivered in the cool classroom and didn't even bring a pen to write with! The young lady on the other side said she'd been working as an LPN for a year but there was no shine in her eyes. Most of the class agreed with the admissions director that the main reason for advancing their education is to make more money. My numbers-minded husband has put together some figures, but my goal when I'm an RN is to work WHERE I CAN MAKE A DIFFERENCE. For too many years I've been an observer in the team-making process of caregiving when my abilities and experience could have been used if the letters after my name had been different. I feel like I've been walking behind the horse in the parade, scooping up the mess even as I listened and learned along the way. Yep. At the golden age of 58, I will be the oldest, wisest and most grandmotherly student in the school. (That's not to say the smartest.) Hubby advises to choose my study partners carefully because he says, many will be coming to me for advice. I'm not convinced of that, but do hope to have the same opportunity to learn as if it was my first year on the job! Much of the orientation time was spent listening to motivational speakers urging students to not give up and keep their goals in front of them at all times. "You'll want to throw your books at the wall and give up. You'll have excuses to call off. Kids will get sick. Cars will break down. You will be tempted to give up!". I wanted to raise my hand high and argue. "Not me! I've looked forward to this year for 38 years. See me smile! Nothing you offer will beat me down! BRING IT ON! My smile didn't fade as I signed my name to an $800+ bill for my books! My smile didn't fade as I lugged the pile of textbooks to my car on several trips. My smile didn't fade when my uniform fitting was about at least 6 sizes larger than the first time I was a student nurse! My smile didn't fade when I noticed that I was older than most of the administration and ALL of the students in my class My smile will glow in the dark tonight as I snuggle next to hubby Jim who must take some credit for directing me on the path! Jim's faith in me is unwavering!. His belief in my dreams and gentle nudges to keep me focused on the goal are priceless! He has promised to "hold the ladder" and I am sure he will not only hold the ladder but build a bridge if I need it. After orientation as I was loading the trunk with boxes of books, another student stopped to say hi. He asked why I had waited so long to get my RN. My reply... "I finally have a husband who believes in me and wouldn't let me give up my dream." I'm also appreciative that my two sons are grown, educated and supportive. Take Care on the Journey, ~Linda