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  1. cjb73

    Stand At Attention!!

    The day started EARLY (at least it was early for a 19-year-old girl at the beginning of summer). My instructor was VERY strict. She had been a military nurse before becoming an instructor at the local junior college. All the students in her clinical group were told not to touch anything, speak to anyone, or BREATHE without her RIGHT THERE to observe you. I was told to wait near the nursing station located in the center of the building that had four wings of 20 double occupancy rooms coming from all sides of it. There was a large dining hall next to the station. I was alone except for the little old ladies and gentlemen who were scuffling by in 'geri-chairs' or with walkers. All of the staff seemed to be at lunch or break. This was a very unfamiliar place for me. I had not had ANY experience with elders before, and I was afraid to move due to my strict instructor. Beside me was a frail gentleman who was in a 'geri-chair'. His head wobbled back and forth, frontways and backways until it became still as he looked straight up at the stained ceiling tiles. I noticed a gurgling sound. Then, choking sounds. I looked over at the man at the same time the smell of vomit blasted my nostrils and made my stomach turn. I'm not sure if it was the smell or the shock of seeing a man drowning in his own vomit. Other elderly people AND staff were walking by him as if he was invisible. I stood my ground as I was specifically told by my instructor: "DO NOT TOUCH, LOOK, OR SPEAK TO ANYONE UNLESS TOLD TO DO SO BY ME AND ONLY ME." Her words echoed in my mind. Every part of my body and soul told me to help the man, as his face turned gray and lips a dark blue-purple. Everything happened in slow motion. I could see a small blue-haired lady walking with her walker...through the vomit tracking it down the corridor and slipping on every other step she took. "There's a broken hip waiting to happen", I told myself. I felt like a well-trained police dog that was told to stay, though he wanted desperately to chase after the cat teasing him just out of his reach. Sweat started to bead on my forehead. I peered down the long hallway where I prayed the instructor would appear, so I could point out the man who was "dying" just a few steps away. It seemed like a lifetime before I had had enough. "I am here to take care of people, and maybe to save a life. Here's my chance, and I am not going to stand here and watch a man die!!!" I spoke the words loudly in my mind. My body lurched forward and, with one hand, tipped the man's head forward so he would stop aspirating. A large amount of vomit splashed down onto my brand new white nursing shoes. I heard the man take a breath, cough, sputter, then another breath as his face became pink. His blue lips turned a cherry red color. Then I heard a most horrifying sound... "WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!! I TOLD YOU NEVER TO TOUCH ANYTHING!!!!" My body became stiff and I stood up straight like a soldier at attention. My instructor grabbed my arm and yanked me into the nurses' station beginning her loud lecture of how I disobeyed a direct order. At one point in her rant, she asked me what I was thinking. I simply looked into her eyes and said, "I am being a nurse, a caregiver, a human being helping another human being. Isn't that why I am here?" I didn't wait for her to answer. I grabbed my books and walked out the door. I went to the board at the college and reported what had happened. The instructor remained in the program for many years after. I quit the program and started a job as a bridal consultant. Seventeen years and three kids later, I finished the LPN program and I am working as a nurse. It was a nightmare that turned into a dream come true.
  2. canwil2082

    The Sad Truth: Version 2.0

    The school I obtained my Masters of Science in Nursing Education from has five traditional brick and mortar institutions with a large online program as well. The university is non-profit and focuses solely on the success of the students. They are not well known amongst most universities in my area. I was told that since this program is unknown to one of the hiring board members that I would have a hard time finding a job in nursing education at this institution and at other universities in the area as well. The article sparked a level of debate that I did not foresee occurring. However, it brought forth many opinions that were valuable. Some of the comments were very interesting and stimulated thoughts for me that I had never considered. The Sad Truth article is the opinion of one person's experience with a local traditional university. The idea of being bullied by these individuals was probably a wide stretch. However, I have seven years of great experience working in the emergency room, medical/surgical, psychiatric, long-term care, hospice, and now clinical instruction. In the majority of these settings, the facilities are located in an extremely rural area. The medical/surgical floor was the ICU, Oncology, Pulmonary, Progressive Care, OB, Nursery, Trauma Unit, Detox Unit, and much more. It is an interesting point that at this particular university several of the instructors are known to just read from the PowerPoints, even in my ADN program I had instructors who did this on a daily basis. These same instructors have several degrees that they obtained at this same institution. There is even one instructor who graduated from their BSN program and then one year later started the Nurse Practitioner program. She was hired to fulfill the instructor role soon after graduating. Academic incest? There are several of these professors at this intuition that obtained their BSN, MSN, and DNP from this university. One commenter talked about academic incest from major online institutions. There must be a difference when it is from a traditional brick and mortar university, kind of like your second cousin I guess. I am not talking about all universities in the nation. This is one person's experience with a local university. I may have tons of excellent nursing experience. I have a known history of excellency in nursing, and I have worked hard to build a ton of interpersonal relationships with families and patients. I was not even considered for employment simply because I have a degree from an unknown fully accredited institution. I understand that it is up to the universities to set standards and qualifications, but to judge a book by its cover is something that just simply should not happen in the 21st century. Everyone has an opinion on everything in today's world. There was one commenter who said, "Online programs are considered inferior to brick and mortar programs, because online university faculty, only produce a small amount nursing research, that is worthy of publication in peer reviewed nursing journals. Whereas brick and mortar faculty produce a large amount of nursing research that is worthy of publication." I am not sure for other brick and mortar institutions, but for this one that I have been dealing with there is pretty much zero amount of research published by the school. This logic is insubstantial as well. As far as bullying is concerned, one commenter stated, "The fact that they demand a traditional degree may seem unfair, but in order to bully you they need to actually hire you and then treat you badly." So this logic states that the only way a person can be bullied or intimidated is if you work for someone, with that said "I see no logic in your conclusion." People are bullied every day in all situations by people who think that they are better than someone simply because they hold a higher social status. In another comment from this healthy debate: "You wouldn't get hired by the BSN programs in my state mostly because you are not doctoral prepared, MSN in nurse education is sufficient for ASN programs but not for BSN or graduate nursing programs. It's not bullying it's BON and DHE requirements. My sister is a BSN professor now. She knew where she wanted to go in her career and ensured she had the correct educational credentials. If you don't meet the employer's minimal requirements I fail to see how that is bullying." In your state, that may be true. In the state that I reside in, more than half of the professors were hired with their MSN. The goal is for them to obtain their terminal degree within the next 5-10 years or they will be let go. I understand that logic my friend, but in my state it simply doesn't fit. I really enjoy this comment and the logic that ensues, "I really dislike the title of this thread. This is casting a large shadow over an entire industry (online education) from one person's experience. One experience does not a 'truth' make. Oh well, I guess that's the point of online forums. Everyone gives their own experience." So what we are saying here is that one person cannot speak the truth? What kind of logic is that? I must have hit a sensitive spot for this person. The goal of debate is for us to voice our opinions. Some bring great truths and reason in their words, others bring a sword because they are unhappy with how the words make them feel, I am a little guilty of this at times as well. I guess the title of my article should have been "The Sad Experience of One Person's Debate on How They Obtained Their Degree from an Institution That We Do Not Know, Therefore We Will Not Consider Them for Employment, Even Though They May be More Qualified. The End" This article remake has been fun. We are all adults and able to discuss and debate on an online forum. The Sad Truth article was written from my heart. The commenters were rough at times, but I am a big boy and I wear my big boy pants! Do not worry fellow commenters, I have plans to pursue a terminal degree from a more traditional local university to help guide me into future employment in higher education without the stigma of "What school is that?", "Such and Such University", and as Jimmy Fallon would say, "Ew!"
  3. DeepBreath

    To Those Educators That Care

    So reading around in allnurses made me feel a lot better. I am in my third semester of nursing school and from day one have felt not many of my professors care about my learning experience. Education nowadays is not what it used to be: it's become a money making machine for the universities. I am digressing now. That topic can be ranted upon for hours. What I want to write is a THANK YOU. A thank you to all those professors who ask them self "How can I improve my teaching capabilities" or those preceptors who spend the extra time to explain to us how certain protocols/ procedures are. Today in clinicals my current professor was saying she is leaving education because she realizes how its changed and all about money rather than helping students out. All I could think to myself "Oh, great there goes the one of the few professors who actually pushes and helps us to learn". I told her that she should start a nursing school because I'd attend. It's a shame, as an educator you have the ability to impact the future of nursing but if nursing school is just like being back in high school and middle were the focus is only to pass the NCLEX our FCAT, are we actually learning to the utmost fullest potential? Why stop at just the basic concepts to pass the NCLEX?? So here's to you, all you educators out there who never get a thank you, who have actually have had some students complain about their harshness when yes maybe you did push them too much but HEY AT LEAST YOU ACTUALLY PUSHED THEM. Because as much as I hate to say you were probably the first to tap their shoulder all this time. You were not the wrong ones, they are. They need to realize that if by the 5th semester of nursing that they can't answer basic nursing questions that they should take advantage of the knowledge most of you are willing to share and admit to their wrongdoing. Here's to you for answering emails/ phones calls at odd hours of the day. For listening to our concerns and not calling us babies or immature because we know we are paying for education and expect to be educated. For standing up against your fellow colleagues when they tell you that you baby us too much. Because you aren't. You are doing your job and making a difference. You are earning our respect and will forever impact our nursing careers. So please do not quit. There are nursing students who appreciate you. Though they may not say. Do not allow the future of nursing schools to succumb to this chaotic, money sucking machine, full of professors who do not give a flying flip about their student's education. MAKE THE DIFFERENCE and keep it up. And above all thank you. You mean the world to us.
  4. I knew I had practiced the skill in lab but boy, was I nervous. I didn't know whether I could do it. Self doubt filled my mind and I was second-guessing saying yes. I knew the rule for clinicals: as long as your allowed to perform the skill, whenever you get a chance to perform it, do it. Everything is a learning experience. My heart was racing and all eyes on me. You see, I not only got to insert my first foley, but it was all while 3 doctors were waiting for me to insert the foley to begin their procedure. I felt their stern eyes on me. I imagined their thoughts. I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders. Never before had I been under so much pressure to perform a skill but I knew I had to learn and that triumphed all the negativity. I told the nurse this was my first foley and she said she would be there right a long with me to help me out. I knew all the steps book wise but taking that next step took major confidence for a student nurse. The only thing that my attention was focused on was the nurse. I was ready to learn and accomplish the task. The nurse told me straight out "I'm going to teach you the right way'' Those words sounded so refreshing. I've encountered many nurses who simply do not want to teach. Who, in my opinion, have forgotten they were a student once. I've been refused and put to the side many times. So here I was inserting the foley, following the nurse's orders while performing sterile technique. I got urine back. I've never felt so relieved yet so accomplished. I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders. Once I finished my insertion, the procedure began. I felt relieved and embarrassed that I had taken up such time away from the doctors but the truth is, they had opportunities to learn and just as they did, nursing students need them too. I had to leave midway for post conference but I couldn't leave without saying Thank you to that nurse. She may never know the happiness I felt in receiving the opportunity to insert a foley. OB nurses do this task everyday but for students to be able to perform it, is a luxury. As a student nurse who needs to continue building confidence in nursing skills, it meant the world me. What she whispered to me will stay with me forever: One day you may be inserting that doctor's foley. I couldn't have heard truer words that day. I know that there are many others nurses out there who teach from the heart. My advice: Continue to do so. Continue to mold the future of nursing. For students: Any opportunity you get in clinical, as long as you are allowed to do it per policy and with supervision, take it. You never know when it will come around again. You may be nervous, you may have a million questions when the time comes but trust yourself. If it's something you've never done before, let the nurse know. Chances are, they are willing to teach you. Don't be scared. Don't let your negative thoughts limit you like I almost did. Opportunities are golden. Textbook material is one thing but performance is another. Yes, you had a mannequin to work with before but in the real world, there is no extra cushion or obvious hole. My sincerest thank you to those that teach from the heart and the nurse that helped me grow as a student.
  5. UM Review RN

    My First Nursing Instructor

    I was in my teens when I started work in a local nursing home. This was eons before HIPAA, way before the nursing home industry was regulated. This was when nursing homes were true hellholes, where residents could be restrained for days, where dressings were changed once a week or whenever someone felt like it, where doctors made monthly rounds and refused to treat patients screaming in pain because they were too old. We didn't wear gloves. Gloves were expensive and only used for sterile procedures by the nurses. I was a nurse's aide. There was no certification course for aids back then. I was taught to change the sheets every few hours and only wash the patient if there was a messy BM or if the urine smelled like ammonia. Only when the urine had turned to ammonia, I was taught, would the skin suffer harm. I worked with one other aid on two different shifts. When I worked afternoons, we would serve dinner, wash the dishes, give a couple of showers, and put the residents to bed. I loved taking care of the little German lady. She couldn't walk. She was incontinent. But she was sweet-tempered, ate all of her dinners, suffered through the cold air after the shower each night without complaint. Once in a while, she would point to something she wanted. A glass of water. Another dish of pudding. Always with a big, gentle smile. On the night shift, there were three rounds made for the 100 residents starting at midnight. It was on one of these rounds through the four open wards that the little German lady and I had our extraordinary communication. Rounds were late that night. When we threw the covers back on the little German lady's bed, the overpowering ammonia smell literally choked me. There was no disguising my expression and I didn't try to hide my disgust. I can still hear myself trying to hold my breath as we surveyed the poor woman, soaked from her head to her feet. It's hard to explain what happened next because it was one of those moments in which time suddenly melted away and all I recall is being caught up in her gaze. Her eyes brimmed full of such hurt that it made me gasp with a realization of how my reaction had shamed her. I will never forget that look, never will forget how her eyes filled with tears - not from the odor, but from my betrayal of her dignity. That is the day that I was so mortified by the behavior that I prayed to God to lose my sense of smell, to learn how to accept my patients without judgment for the things that they could not control. That day, the day that I began to see all of my patients' humanity in the episode with the little German lady, is the day that I was given the heart of a nurse.