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Jacqueline.Damm

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Jacqueline.Damm has 3 years experience and specializes in Med/Surg, Onc., Palliative/Hospice, CPU.

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  1. In recent weeks I've studied the clock a number of times while watching a family member sleep restlessly in their hospital bed as I wait hopefully for the doctor to come through. Rounds are few and far between you know. I can see now how waiting really affects families when they are hoping for just a little bit more news. Labs, once a day. Just once. Unless there's something else to check, to monitor, you have to wait. Everyone wants you to wait. And so you do. Because there's nothing else left for you to do. And so, my family and I trade places to wait things out, to keep watch, to pray that the nurse has an easy day, a good assignment. We hope in the care one expects a beloved family member to receive. But with the chiming call bells outside of this hideous room with the bright window, and the rushing feet down the hall, I know in my stomach that they are just as pressed for more time in a day as I am. They are fighting the same battle I fight every day. Because they are nurses, and I am a nurse too. But today, for today and in this moment, I am family. I've been the bearer of bad news on more than enough occasions. It's just difficult when your loved one is on the receiving end. That statement. That statement that no one wants to hear. And yet, it still comes. Rushing into the room as the floodgates fly open. "There's nothing else that we can do," the doctor says. I knew that it was coming, I think everyone else knew. To know and to hear it are two totally different things. My throat closed up and I felt like I could get sick on the floor that was barely supporting my feet. People can't live forever, but deep down, I know that we wish it in one fantastical way or another that it was possible. The doctor continued the lingo that only I understood. Why do we do this? I thought. Why do we spout abbreviations and medical jargon when most don't understand this realm? It's a habit. We are habitual in our motions. And in this moment I realized that more than likely on enough occasions, I could be faulted for the same. The double vision started. I could see my family in this room, their needs, their fears, and I could see myself in another's hospital room acting on the same infarctions I sensed now. It felt ugly. I felt even more sick for it. Our "mundane" everyday tasks can be the catalyst of someone else's pain. To be quite plain, today did not feel mundane for me. Today was the end of an era of trying to get well. It was the start of comfort care for this loved one of mine. Of which they were ready, but in the moment I realized I was not. The rest of the day dragged on as we waited so impatiently patient for the hospice team's arrival. We needed to hear the plan. We needed something tactile to hold on to.It is a beautifully raw thing, hospice. Having the gift to pass with comfort and dignity is priceless. But regardless of how your loved one departs this world, the pain is still there. It is visceral and it is raw. It leaves an imprint on your soul. My family has been empowered by this gift, and yet, being on the side of the conversation where we are being instructed and educated felt numbing. Normally the tables are turned. I realized that this is moment when I recognized fear in people's eyes. I remember seeing it there, and I remember feeling it. I can see you now. This part makes more sense now. I feel it now. I was beginning to feel a slightly double existence. My nursing brain was running while I was trying to remember to be myself, outside of scrubs and unit routines. Here I am the family member providing support and love. It is a terribly strange place to be. Between both worlds. I was hyper aware and yet I felt as though all of my education and experience didn't fit here in this middle dimension. Discharge day came. I watched as my family member navigated the paperwork and we both attempted to digest all of the information at hand. It's mind boggling, nursing education in the hospital. We want to take our time and do the best for the patient and their families in order to provide ultimate care, yet on the flip side, you are pressed for time. The nurse phones ring while you talk. So much information is shared. There is so much noise and talking. And then it's over. Just like that, it's over. What just happened? I could sense that the room felt uneasy. It was up to us as a family. And it was up to visits from hospice and aides. The transition home has been a rocky one. Preparation of the home isn't really taught in the sense of what to expect. What to expect in the sense of how you will feel. How time seems to stand still but speed heavily ahead like a bull in a china shop. It's easy to feel uneasy, on pins and needles, waiting for when you may be needed to help in any situation that arises. And this happens. To many. To everyone in this boat. I can see where desperation can sneak in. How sleeplessness can raid your schedule. How worn down isn't just a feeling, it's a symptom. Can you imagine doing this alone? People DO do this alone. Without a support system. I can't even imagine a walk in those shoes. My family has been amazingly supportive like an unforgiving assembly line. Just moving, moving, going, and going. But it's hard. It's hard coming to terms with a ticking heart that does have to stop at some point. Lungs do give out you know, even when you don't want them to. And I know this. I truly do. Because I am a nurse. I know this. But it's different when it's personal. So I can see you. I can see all of you who struggle, who hurt, who have pain, who are coping with loss, who are coping with illness, being a caregiver and those just trying to make sense of what's happening. I can see your desperation, your agitation, your frustration. I can see where I have fallen short as a nurse in your eyes and how I can fix it. This side of the tracks is teaching me far more than I ever expected. But most of all it is teaching me, reminding me, of the sanctity of life, how precious it is, and how time is of the essence, because at some point, it does run out for each one of us.
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    Established Adult Nurse to NICU?

    Hey everyone, I had a question for you. I recently have been given the opportunity to sit for an interview for a NICU position at my local hospital. I was surprised (it was a bit of a shot in the dark for me) seeing as my experience has not been of pediatrics in any way shape or form. I've been a nurse for almost 4 years and have had the chance to work both in Med/Surg, Hospice/Palliative, Oncology and for the last few years Cardiac Progressive/Step-Down-- obviously all positions concerning caring for adults. I have always had interest in post-partum, neonates, pediatrics (basically all nursing falling under that general umbrella...) But I've never had the opportunity to sit for an interview with a position in either of these realms. With that said, how did you all head into the NICU? Was it fresh out of school or did you have backgrounds in other things? How was your transition? How long was your training? Did you find your backgrounds assisting you in your position or hindering your learning? Do you find that a strong background in pediatrics prior to the NICU is more beneficial? I know that I'm only heading into the interview at this point, but my excitement (and fear) of this possible change has made me want to reach out to all of you more than ever. Any feedback or guidance is more than welcome. Thank you for your time!
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    From night shift nursing to Fitness Model

    Thank you for this inspiration! You are awesome!
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    Work Families: Where Nursing Shines

    I was sitting at the nurse station on my unit when my boss walked by after interviewing a potential addition to our quirky team. All of us introduced ourselves and sent good wishes toward their endeavors. My boss piped up as we all began to sit back down to chart, "we are truly a family here, not just here for each other at work, but outside of work as well." After the candidate left, my orientee nudged me, 'do you guys really get along that well?' My boss' eyebrows went up, her eyes lit up and she said "Just ask her" winking at me. I smiled knowing full well what my boss was implying. My first job as a nurse was a bit chaotic. It was a young hospital trying to get to its feet and ironing out the kinks. At one point I found myself at a 9:1 ratio on a night shift. When I approached the supervisor as charge about my drowning team her response was "you will take as many patients as I tell you to." Despite the ratios, patient acuity and stress, my team always found a way to rally. Whether it was pranks, a kind word or support no matter what their situation was... We always made it through. Fast forward some time to where I was working on a Cardiac Progressive Critical Care Unit. The learning curve hit me like a freight train. I didn't even know where to begin. My preceptorship and the help that followed as I ventured out on my own was limitless. As my ratios lessened a different kind of stress grew. These patients were fighting battles that warranted drips, constant focused monitoring and ACLS use more than I ever wanted to exercise. A new and different bond began to develop with my coworkers (whom I now call my 'work family'). It's like the level of care asked for more from all of us. More trust, more fight, more strength, more of everything. This is what my boss was talking about. This unshakeable bond between us that could have me call a fellow staff member on the unit for help and they were there, in an instant. Or, I could call them from home in desperation and once again there they would be. My boss knew that I was the right person to explain our bond. I had exercised my "call for help" while at work many times and even outside of work. You know what? Inside and outside hospital walls there they were, showing up with support, kindness, understanding and power. It's one thing to have a working unit, it's another to have a work family. We lift each other up, keep each other in check and encourage one another when things get tough and it feels as though our light within is fizzling out. My orientee laughed a little as I relished on my work family and their immense capabilities. I told him that he'd understand in time what I was talking about. He'd notice it and he'd sense it and soon it would become second nature. It seems now before I need them, before I look up someone is already there. I love my friends and I love my family with every ounce of my being. But there is something to be said about the nursing World and how our bonds exceed expectations in friendships and our professional relationships in the workplace. I know that I can pump on a chest while they bag a patient to save their life. I know that I can call on them to double check my dopamine calculations before titrating a drip for a patient in septic shock. I know that I can have someone walk into a room with me to provide support to a patient and their family after they find out about a cancer diagnosis. I know that I can call on them when not only I'm struggling in my work life but in my personal life as well. It says something about all of us when we can lean on each other in tough times, high stress times, times of learning, fighting for our rights and our patients and in times of growing. Mind you, a team isn't only nurses. Though we may make up a majority, I know I can lean on my people, my work family for anything. And in turn, I'd do anything for them. Tell me about your work family, how do they lift you up?
  5. Real world nursing... Without having experience in nursing and knowledge of all the things that school doesn't provide, I jumped head first into our beloved profession with an idea of what it was supposed to be. This was what kept me grounded in school and this is what I relished in when things got tough. I used to tell myself that it would be okay, because once I got into the "Real World" of nursing, I would find my place, my footing, and it would be the best thing ever. It has been a wonderful thing and at times the best thing ever. It has also been the hardest thing I've ever done, the biggest learning curve I've ever known and the most physically and emotionally trying job I've ever held. My World since school has always been bedside care in the hospital. What a rude awakening. For some reason, while I was in school, it was easy to separate myself from the politics of our profession, the death, the hurt, the disappointment and more. All of the ugly things were kept at bay while I was surrounded by a safety blanket of my professors and tutors. But first...nursing school... I was subjected to many things while in school clinicals, but I also could see it as something different compared to now. I can't figure out what it is, but it's just different. Once that first job became a very real thing for me, and I was "on my own", I realized that there was so much more to nursing that I didn't understand. The past few years have been a journey into this phase of knowing and understanding my role and my place in this profession. I've also come to the understanding that roles change as does one's place, so I need not hold too tightly to expectations. Nursing is ever-changing. It is a living, breathing thing that needs to be fostered and cared for in so many ways. At certain points in my career, I've become bogged down by the very intense and real aspects that is nursing. It is hard to work with difficult cases, families, policies and politics, legalities and sadness. On the flip side, there is joy, triumph, healing and power. It's like a conundrum that keeps giving and taking, and we are all along for the wacky ride. I appreciate this very much about being a nurse, it keeps me on my toes and it makes me want to learn more, strive for more and keep pushing forward. I was worried that the young lady with stars in her eyes was losing herself in the more difficult aspects of our profession. The thing is though that I've not lost anything at all. I've been gaining and learning and growing. We are constantly being taught and often times being encouraged to teach. My joy not only comes of working with patients and a fantastically talented team, but also in encouraging and educating young nurses about what we do. I can see myself in the students that are rising to roles in hospitals, clinics, long term care settings, rehab and more. We are all trying to find our place, find what we are capable of and encourage positive change in a profession that is weighted so heavily in this day and age. My career is evolving... The nostalgia isn't gone, my friends. It has shifted. It has been morphing since the days you left school and it's encouraging you to find your power in this ever-changing profession. It is easy to get lost and burnt out by the very difficult paths we have to walk each day. But in light of recent events, if we stand together, positive change can and will happen. We just have to be willing to let our feet hit the floor each work day with the knowledge that we have the capabilities to be an influence in ways that are unfathomable. Our power is limitless. If that isn't enough to remember and invoke the feelings you once had about nursing in the beginning-think back on all the positive things you have accomplished, the obstacles you've surpassed and the mentors who have helped you get to where you are. Exercising taking the good in with the bad and not giving up hope will outlast the battles that attempt to bring you down. Nostalgia will not leave you, nor will hope and strength.
  6. Responsiblities Many new responsibilities and stressors have been placed on nurses shoulders in the last few years. With alterations in insurance coverage, reimbursement, and shortages of hands on deck, the nursing field has been facing many growing struggles that seem to continue with no end. Rehab facilities are bursting at the seams, hospital emergency rooms are holding awaiting beds on inpatient units and long-term care facilities are managing wait lists that grow with each coming day. By no means does any of this touch the hem of the many battles facing nurses in our present day. But with all of the stress, headaches, politics, driving need to succeed and desire to be the best I've noticed one common theme. Teamwork. From speaking with friends, sitting in on international conference calls and just listening to the woes of those around me, I've learned that a major piece of happiness while at work is due to teamwork. Teamwork Teamwork. A well-oiled machine amidst situations of controlled chaos, teamwork has the power to at least overshadow many of the bigger issues that we face in our day to day jobs. Though my personal experience as a nurse has only lent me an understanding of inpatient hospital activity, I've spoken to leagues of nurses from other modalities who all seem to vocalize the same concern. With teamwork there is power, and without it there is a hopelessness among staff that sucks the morale out of people who are naturally powerful, competent, energetic and passionate. Daily Struggles The definite struggle with the desire to provide a lending hand and the ability to do so seems to ride the fence with our daily checklists. We are a driven profession with amazing focus and coveted skills. Yet, with growing lists of what needs to be accomplished during our shift, having the ability to assist our coworkers when they are struggling is truly a difficult thing. Nursing has made giant leaps in history, but I truly feel that the nature of our work hasn't changed. Our desire to help those in great need is at the core of our existence as nurses. This is a wonderful piece of our identity that drives a desperate need to complete those checklists with (hopeful) time to spare. We ourselves have needs while completing our daily tasks, which further adds a small hiccup when those around us need a hand. So, what do we do when everyone is overwhelmed and help seems scarce? Empowerment For me, I make it known to those who are around me. If I'm feeling strung out and the day feels like it is caving in, I'm vocal about it. "Hey, I'm really behind, would you mind helping me with...If you could I would be so grateful and in turn, could help cover your lunch?" There seems to be some form of power in likeness. If your day is flattening you out, along with your resolve, sometimes just in making your coworkers aware of it (along with your supervisors) things have a tendency to get done with an extra bit of assistance. On the flip side, sometimes regardless of what prioritizing you do, how you help others and they help you, the day is long and you end up clocking out far later than expected feeling exhausted. Implementing Teamwork The number of ways to implement teamwork are vast and often require some sacrifices on our part. It truly is a difficult path to traverse when our nature is to help (patients, doctors, family members, fellow staff, etc). I do find comfort in sharing concerns with management (mentioning issues along with possible solutions), participating in shared governance (a team that works for the betterment of the team) and furthermore finding time for my work family when they need support. Teamwork Affects Patients At any time we will need help, whether physical or even emotional. Teamwork doesn't only touch the realm of patient care. It goes as far as being a listening ear to a fellow nurse who has had an emotionally trying day, passing meds for a floor nurse who needs an extra moment to speak with a patient's family, or even saying hello to ancillary staff (who, without them, we'd be lost). Obstacles Through the obstacles that we all face on a daily basis in our profession, there is so much on our plate it is hard to function without that well-oiled machine that teamwork supports and fuels. I applaud all of you for your hard work and dedication in a profession that I find rewarding, challenging, frustrating, empowering and crazy. How do you, in your role, support teamwork? Where have you seen it, and how is it fostered in your workplace? Standing Together There is much ground to cover where nursing is involved. Our numbers become stronger as we stand together to lift each other up. Nursing stands for many things, of which teamwork has some of my greatest regard and praise. Cheers to all of you.
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    Fur Ball Therapy: Nurses Need it Too

    I am laughing so hard right now! ; ) I had so many ideas for the title, but changed it because I'm a brain that reads other things sometimes. This one definitely made me smile!
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    Fur Ball Therapy: Nurses Need it Too

    For many people animals are an extension of their being. There is an unspoken understanding between humans and animals, and the bonds that can be formed are beyond powerful. I myself have found beautiful rewarding relationships with animals of all kinds, but most importantly, dogs. These fur babies have a pull on my soul that is inexplicable and life-changing. I know that I am not the only one in this boat. Lately in the healthcare community there has been a great turn toward volunteers of both the human and fur ball kind. Prior to my nursing career I worked on a project in the Southwest Virginia mountains with children from difficult living situations (abuse, neglect, lack of food, etc). Some of the cases were so horrific, we were afraid that reaching the children would be a difficult (if not impossible) task. While I headed up creative arts therapy sessions, my boss headed up animal therapy. In a matter of a week I saw the children blossom, open up, laugh, smile and grow. To see such positive growth was certainly a culmination of all the therapies combined (not to mention the openness of these amazing children), but there was something about the animal bonds that brought a calmness to the group. In that calm, the healing really seemed to take root. I've seen this sort of power in the hospital. My first nursing position was on a very busy medical/surgical/oncology/palliative-hospice unit. While I saw everyone (including the staff) benefit from animal visits, it was the oncology patients, the palliative/hospice patients and the nurses that seemed to thrive the most (from my perspective). I will never forget the lessons I learned while talking to my patients suffering from inoperable and untreatable cancers that continually ravaged their bodies. Nor will I ever forget the looks on my patient's faces when the two bushy tails of Riley and Ty (two perfect golden retrievers) waltzed into rooms with what seemed like massive grins on their whiskered faces. Power. Joy. Peacefulness. It's entirely Earth shattering to watch elation on someone's face when hours before there were tears and fears of hopelessness. Though the sweetness of pups in the room took away the pain for a short while, it was worth every minute thanking the volunteer (owner and animal) for bringing such unbridled warmth to a place that can feel so sterile and cold. As the nurses on the unit found happiness in watching our patients thrive with doggy cuddles and attention, our hearts were just as lifted with a hug and a sloppy smooch from those loving therapy pups. Our spirits (as nurses) can become heavy with the stressors of work, issues within the workplace, communicating with difficult families (or truly difficult family situations), grief from the deaths of patients, as well as heartache from home that is too hard to shake once you've clocked in. (We're human, it's not uncommon). Recently, while working in critical care, I met our new therapy animals in the afternoon of a day that was beyond control (and drowning in what felt like controlled chaos). When I looked up after rounding on my nurses as charge, I saw a red vest coming down the hall and heard that familiar sound of metal on metal. Dog tags. I felt a burning behind my eyes because I knew then that I could take a minute or two with these two labs and just give and accept love for that perfect moment of time. The recharging and regrouping I received from the interaction was electric. My work family and I found our smiles again and were able to close out the shift with a powerful bang! Just a few minutes rejuvenated us enough to find that last bit of willpower to give our patients our all. The amazing thing is that it's not just dogs that are rocking the World of volunteering in healthcare. Cats, ponies, pigs and more are gracing the halls of health care facilities, skilled nursing facilities, cancer treatment centers, and extended care centers. The process to become a therapy animal is specific and protected with rigid rules and regulations (for a good reason). What I can say is that I'm thankful for the work put into this project and those willing to give their time to bless us with their kindness as well as willingness to share their loving critters. Across the United States, therapy classes and groups as well as health care facilities are getting a much needed boost from fun-loving animals that know nothing more than to share affection, give understanding and throw judgement out of the window. If that's not perfection, I'm not sure what is. Thank you to all volunteers for what you do. We'd be lost without you!
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    The Overly UN-zealous Hospitalist

    Hyperbole is my middle name. (Thanks for catching that!) ; )
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    The Overly UN-zealous Hospitalist

    Yikes, I can't believe someone said that. I went to training today (mock code training) and we are working with a new tele order set (that they are finding out isn't really working well). When we presented that we had been calling to verify orders, etc-- we were ALL getting the similar responses like your above-stated experience. It's not okay. I would rather verify orders or double check something (that couldn't be addressed by ancillary staff, e.g. pharmacy) and make a doc frustrated than to lose my license that I busted my tail for (and continually bust my tail for)! I am sorry to hear of all of your experiences. It's very tiresome working such a tough job and having that sort of response/feedback. We are supposed to be a team!
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    Disgusting Icky Stickies: Nurse Protect Yourself

    I love that you said this. It cracks me up because it is so very true! People mistake sarcasm for seriousness, bold texts and exclamations like one is screaming... etc. I like to write very Helen Fielding-esque (in a sense). She used ridiculous editing to give her stories life and her characters more character. I think it's fun to reach out to readers with spunk, goofiness, with a little bit of attitude and hilarity. Nursing is TOUGH. So when we can be silly when talking about something serious, we should DO IT. We all need a laugh! It's healthy for us! What I have learned in sharing more of myself and my stories (as well as others' stories) online is that no matter what, people will troll the internet to find you, latch on to you, and say just the most unbelievable things. The goal of their approach, I am unsure. All I know is that I prefer to treat others the way I want to be treated, INCLUDING ONLINE. It's childish to hide behind a computer screen to dish out inappropriateness because one is feeling haughty that day or as if you have something to prove. We all have experiences that warrant telling. More people should be writing on here! There is always more to learn in life. I'm not saying that the comment above falls into the category of which I speak, but I definitely think that instead of slamming people, the purpose of AllNurses is to initiate conversation so that we can rally and learn from one another. Much of the modern World is not on our side in supporting us, while we do TONS of supporting in the World. So why don't we support each other? I've seen some really nasty things on AllNurses (not just in my threads). It's really sad that we as a collective have chosen (at times) to tear each other down instead of build people up. It is actually really sad. Life is hard enough without nasty phrases and blatantly sharp-edged sarcasm directed at hurting someone. In the end, if someone has a major problem, why not be professional and go to the person about it in a personal message. Maybe there was a misunderstanding. There is no need to blast ugliness on a public board. No one needs such negativity. It's ugly and truly, it's very boring. Thanks for the laugh, and the very very good point you made! I love seeing all of you with your open hearts and support. Friendship in nursing is a powerful thing. Happy Reading!
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    Disgusting Icky Stickies: Nurse Protect Yourself

    I didn't even think of the glue! Good advice! I still won't wear my shoes in the car (like I said, over active imagination on my part) but leaving them in the car in extreme temps was so not something I've thought of! Thank you for this!
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    Disgusting Icky Stickies: Nurse Protect Yourself

    I am SOOOO with you there! I was in a respiratory code the other morning with a VERY complicated intubation that was just not working.... You wouldn't believe the spurting things in that room.. All I could think of (besides the obvious!) was... please don't get into my eyes, please don't get on my face, please please please... ewww juicyyyyyy.. ; )
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    The Overly UN-zealous Hospitalist

    I wrote the article in the manner you quoted above in order that the entire situation could be encapsulated in a matter of sentences. The additional information about the beta blockers and the fluid boluses was to inform those reading this article (if they aren't used to these types of medications or situations). I am not here to toot my own horn or try to look like I know more than physicians. With that said... I do no boast that I know more than the next person, any CNA, RT, MD, NP, PA (and the list goes on). I actually find my job extremely humbling because you can never know everything. In nursing there is always a learning curve. Which brings me to my next point... For the issue related in this article, hospitalists in the in-patient setting are being given more and more patients (a ratio that is entirely unacceptable). So do I look at things a couple of times, you better believe it. Do I double check my orders? Of course I do! Do I question things? Yes! I absolutely do- in a respectful manner. The more communication between professionals, the better. I've approached situations in the past where I asked if something would be appropriate for a patient. When I was told no, the physicianed utilized that instance for a teaching moment. This is SUPER important for all clinical people involved in patient care. This is how we can grow as nurses. I will never be able to remember everything I read while in school, or every med, or every disease process. But as long as I'm given the chance to learn from a situation, I (like most people) will eat it up! When you think about it, when people's lives are at risk and you feel like you have a part of the puzzle that may assist in healing or helping, you want to bring it to the table. Am I wrong? Regardless, the point I was trying to make, of which I feel that you may have missed (maybe not, I'm not sure) was that there are times when care providers get frustrated, lazy or downright worn out. These are the times where things happen, things get missed, and no one is above or below that happening (including nurses). But it is up to those providing care to mention it in a therapeutic way so that issues can be addressed. When patients are getting (in what nurses may feel as) neglected, they have every right to speak up and go up the chain of command. Being at the bedside makes us the patient's advocates to a level that many outside of this field have a tough time grasping. With that said, without checks and balances in healthcare, and with the growing responsibilities for inpatient caregivers, I fear that issues will continue to grow if we don't lend each other a helping hand. If I'm wrong in something while at work I LOVE the teaching moment. I WANT to be a better nurse and I WANT to learn more. We have that gift in this profession. We can always progress. From your statement above I feel that you will believe as you wish in accordance with this article I've written, and you will take whatever tone you want to away from this piece and my response. I only hope that I may have clarified what I've interpreted as your misunderstanding of my point as well as your assumption of my "know it all" approach to the situation. Your experience in care may or may not be different from my own. What I can say is that in the high acuity unit where I was working at the time of this story, the issue of a hospitalist that was seemingly uninterested in expediting patient care would make any nurse want to move at hyper speed to fix a problem before it became a code-- all for the sake of saving the patient harm. I truly don't feel like there's anything wrong with that. I don't know about you, but code blue is definitely not my goal on a day to day basis when my feet hit the floor to start a 12-hour shift. Prevention is key to ultimate patient safety. Thanks for the read.
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    Disgusting Icky Stickies: Nurse Protect Yourself

    Thanks SeattleJess! Good luck in school. I'm glad you enjoyed the seriousness and the humor in my article. It was in clinical I learned about the shoes also! Amazing isn't it? ; ) Thank you for the read and kind words.
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    Shoes?! Socks?! Tights?! OH MY!

    I haven't even heard of Sockwell! Thank you for the input. I hope this article leads people to lend their advice on the issue that so many nurses face! It's a big issue that warrants a decent amount of attention. Our bodies are all we have. Thanks for the read.