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  1. I am told that this Thursday, today as it were, is a day to surround ourselves by people that we both adore and cannot stand and are a source of endless joy and drama (AKA Family...whether work or genetic, does it really matter which?), to overdose on Tryptophan, beach ourselves firmly in the well worn embrace of the couch and, between bouts of reflux, to give thanks. Now, I'm not saying that such a thought is wrong...but I am respectfully stating that it could--wait, strike that--should be every day--well, the giving thanks part anyway. But sometimes it is easy to get caught up and to forget to note the things that cause gratitude, no matter how fleeting, no matter how misguided, no matter how seemingly insignificant. Perhaps this point is more freshly drilled home after finishing a failed resuscitation effort (yes, I am one of the health care soldiers dutifully standing guard this holiday). I find myself chilled, soul-weary, and pensive. It is easy to get caught up in the dregs of life, to feel down, sorry for ourselves even and somehow bamboozled into thinking that we having nothing, not one little thing, for which we need to feel grateful. And, on this day, in this moment, still wrapped in the shroud of self-doubt, a touch of defeat and smeared with a strange relief at my own mortality, I choose to pause and offer up words of thanks. Dear Universe, Gremlins, World, Higher Power, Human Race et. al, Things for which I am thankful The Diet Sunkist sale earlier this week which allowed me to purchase five cases for the price of two. Armed with the tang of sweet citrusy carbonation of Ka-Boom! I am now unstoppable. The ever reassuring Thwip!Thwip!Thwip! of the chopper blades as they beat the air on the helipad, heralding the presence of help. For calling home the last survivor of a tragic wreck--for he may now open his eyes to discover he is truly not alone. The power of the team to fight. The strength of the team to stop. The allowance and forgiveness of the team to grieve. Bolt-cutters. Chocolate cake shakes. For music. Any music. All music. The four walls around me and the roof over my head. For running water. For electricity. For heat. Creativity in all it's forms. Even the lost art of spaghetti sculpting. For stilling the caffeine and hyper-exhaustive jitters when starting that IV the other week on a child terrified of needles. For the blood return. For remembering/being old enough to know what life was like before video games. For surviving my childhood foray vs. Lawn Darts. Seriously. How did any of us survive our childhoods? I know that the playground by my house had concrete beneath it. Concrete. For occasionally having too much time on my hands. For helping me find my pants each and every morning. For the eyes, though weathered with time and poor genetics, which see. For the ears, though battered with too much unprotected exposure to machinery, which hear. For the mouth, though well trained in waspish comments and scowls, which remembers how to smile. For the voice that laughs. For the lungs which power my marathon yodeling sessions and hour long Aretha Franklin impersonations while dancing in my kitchen. Dry socks. For the moments when it all just suddenly :clicks: For Veterans everywhere. For Servicemen and women. For POW MIA's. You are remembered. You are not forgotten. You do what you do so I can continue doing what I do. And I, for one, am so humbly grateful. Remember that time when I broke my foot in an Emergency Heart? I'm grateful for that, too, as sometimes it is through suffering we are reminded of humility. The technology which allowed the replacement of a valve in a grandmother who would not have seen her granddaughter's first dance recital without it. Lint rollers. Two inch silk tape. For impervious, read: patent leather, Danskos. For those same Danskos to come in my size. For those same Danskos to be patent leather, in my size and orange striped like the wrapper of Fruit Stripe gum from the eighties. The eighties. For Aquanet. My sweet baby, Kid, who is trying to steal the cat's bacon. Mmmmm....bacon. Everything is better with bacon. Seriously. Remember that chopper? What if, once you were brought on board and secured.... There was bacon. Single greatest day of your life, right? For Denny's because they invented a sundae that has @#$% bacon on it. For Coronary Artery Bypass Grafting. Underwear that does not attempt to cut off circulation or forage into places best left unknown. For Nursing Students who ask questions and remind us where we started. The crystal clear night when I could actually see the stars, trace the constellations and feel my long past grandfather's rumbling voice near my ear, guiding my outstretched, pointing hand as it had so many years ago over the shield of Orion. Crisp, tumbling fall leaves which make that oh so delicious cRuNcH under foot. Moments of silence. For waking up each day to a life which has quality. You. Just you. I may not know you. I may have never laid eyes upon you. But I am confident that you bring something to this world that no other may contribute. You are important, unique and precious. Remember that, even on your bad days, that somewhere in this world, there is a crazy woman that is grateful you exist. Kindest regards and a Merry Holiday to all from Your Friendly Neighborhood Sociopath, ~~CheesePotato~~
  2. Once again, I will be working on this upcoming Thanksgiving holiday. However, I do not object to working on Thanksgiving like so many others. First of all, I am a single female with no husband or kids, so I come home to an empty house anyway. Secondly, although I have extended family members, they live halfway across the country and I am not that close to them. So even though I do not plan to celebrate this holiday in the customary style that involves food, feasting and fun in a house full of loved ones, I remain cognizant that I am thankful for many things as a nurse on Thanksgiving. I am thankful for a nursing license that enables me to earn decent pay. During my early and middle childhood years I watched as my parents struggled financially. Cheap, low-quality foods such as ramen noodles, hot dogs and Kool-Aid were the norm during my growing-up years. Sometimes the cupboards and refrigerator were empty. This might sound petty and inconsequential, but I am thankful for having a nursing license that allows me to earn an upper five-figure income. I can eat what I want, shop when I want, live comfortably, travel, and not worry about prickly bill collectors calling me well into the evening. I have never had to use a payday loan, pawn shop, or other nebulous financial instrument because I do not live from paycheck to paycheck. So I give thanks for not having to deal with the sobering financial problems and hand-to-mouth existences with which so many hard-working people constantly grapple. I am thankful for flexible scheduling. I give thanks because I am not obligated to work a regular five day work week with weekends off that seem to disappear too quickly. One of the beautiful aspects of nursing is the variety in scheduling. People who enjoy 8-hour shifts can manage to find a facility that offers a five-day a week schedule. Those of us who prefer longer shifts can continue to work three 12-hour shifts to receive four days off every week. If one wants five days off per week, he or she can work two grueling 16-hour double shifts. So, I am thankful that my position as a bedside nurse allows me to have the ultimate amount of flexibility in scheduling. I am thankful because nursing allows me to touch peoples' lives. I work in acute rehabilitation, a specialty that assists debilitated patients in seeing some restoration to their level of function through basic nursing care, specific modalities and various therapies (physical therapy, occupational therapy and speech therapy). It feels mightily invigorating to see a patient finally go home with the capacity to speak fluidly and ambulate on his own when, only a few weeks ago, the same man had been rendered totally unable to walk, talk or swallow due to a major CVA. Nothing can be more wondrous than the words of the patient when he utters, "Thank you for everything you've done for me." I have many more reasons to give thanks on this Thanksgiving holiday.
  3. tnbutterfly - Mary

    Thanksgiving Came on Monday

    Monday was a particularly busy day......... one filled with a few unexpected blessings The first half of the day, while busy, was filled with my normal Monday, start-of-the week tasks. Nothing really out of the ordinary. It was later in the day when the surprises began. I am on a community-related committee that was sponsoring a fitness event that afternoon involving kids from the community. The special guest was a 23 year old Paralympic medalist who received a silver and bronze medal in track and field events at the 2012 games in London. This is quite a feat for anyone, but this young man did this while running on 2 prosthetic legs! He was born without legs below the knee. It was very inspirational to see him running with the children and even more so to hear him tell his story. He is a very determined individual who has overcome great challenges and achieved great goals. What a wonderful role model for these kids......as well as the adults. I just felt honored to be in his presence. While I was at the event, I received a call that a patient had been admitted to the ER that I might want to visit. After the crowd departed, I helped clean up a bit and then headed over to the hospital to check on a dear lady and her husband. I was tired and normally I would have been home long before now, but I felt compelled to go. I was actually honored that the family had requested that I be notified as I had only met them the week before when I paid a casual visit to their home at the request of a friend. I had the honor of praying with them that day in their home as well as in the hospital. It was good to receive welcoming smiles and hugs from the family. Although it was late when I left, I suddenly no longer felt tired. Driving home in the dark, I was thinking about life and how we get put into the lives of others. Chance meetings?? I thought about the family that I had just left and thanked God that I had the opportunity to meet them. As I neared my house, I got behind a very slow-moving car. I was anxious to get home and just veg for awhile. The car finally passed my house and pulled into my neighbor's driveway, then backed out and slowly drove back down the road in the opposite direction. Hmmmmm..... must be lost, I thought. I finally pulled in my driveway and into the garage. Normally, I would shut the garage door while still in the car, but I had to unload some things from the trunk. As I was going around to the rear of the car, I heard a woman's voice coming from outside.......a distressed moaning. "Oh........what am I going to do???? Oh!!!!!!" I turned around and saw a car with it's lights on sitting at the intersection near my house. A lady was outside the car looking around. The car had not been there when I pulled in my driveway. It must be the slow car I got behind earlier. My first thought was that someone in the car or the lady herself was having a heart attack or some medical-related event and I would need to provide assistance. You know how we nurses are. Like a good nurse and first responder, I checked to see if the scene was safe. I was a little leery thinking maybe this was some sort of scam, it was dark, and I was home alone. I did not want to become a victim. I called to the woman from the safety of my open garage door. "Are you all right?" She continued to moan, but told me her story. As the story unfolded, I went further up the driveway and closer to the street and the woman. She is a waitress and had just left work and was headed home. She stopped by a local fast-food restaurant where she purchased some drinks. When she neared the intersection and stopped at the stop sign, the drinks turned over, so she opened the door to throw out the remainder of the drinks. She was almost home when she realized she didn't have her purse. She looked all over her car, but then remembered the purse had been on her lap after she paid for the drinks. The purse must've fallen out of the car when she opened the door to pour out the drinks. That is why she returned to the intersection........ she was searching for her purse. By this time, throwing all caution to the wind, I was at her side helping her search. I thought to myself....surely no one could make up a story like this. She said that she had a large sum of cash in her purse.... probably her tip money and possible wages.......as well as all the normal cards and things ladies carry in their purses. "What am I going to do?" she said with tears streaming down her face. I felt helpless for this poor woman. She looked so small and vulnerable. I did the first thing that came into my mind....... I gave her a big hug as she continued to sob and tremble. I told her, "I will pray for you. I will pray that God will convict the person who has your purse, if they took it with dishonest intentions....that they will feel guilty and will contact you.........." I also told her that if I had been driving down the road and saw a purse in the middle of the road, I would know that someone somehow dropped it. I would not stand in the intersection looking for the owner, but would pick it up and would take it home so I could look for some owner contact information. "I will also pray that when you get home, you will find a message on your answering machine telling you that your purse has been found......" After a few more hugs, I sent her on her way, telling her to be careful as she drove home. What a day.....and night. But it wasn't over yet. As I was sitting on the sofa....finally vegging....about 20 minutes later, I heard a knock on the door. I thought, "Now what?" I looked out the peephole, and who should I see? The little lady was back. And what was that I saw hanging from her shoulder? HER PURSE!!!!! I opened the door and she greeted me with a huge smile. She was still crying, but these were tears of joy!!! "You found your purse!!!" I said. "Yes. When I got home, my husband said he had been driving around trying to find me. A lady found the purse and called to tell me she had it. It was just like you said!!! You are an absolute angel!! You were there just when I needed you. You helped to calm me down. I didn't know what to do, but you said just the right things. I had to come back and tell you........thank you." "You will have a wonderful Thanksgiving now. And isn't it great to know there are still honest folks in the world?" After another hug, she returned to her car and drove away. And I turned and went back into the house.......with a very big smile on my face and a warm and fuzzy feeling all over. What a day!!! Was this a coincidence???? I think not. To read more articles, such as I am Afraid. Please Pray for Me, and When Nurses Cry, go to my AN blog: Body, Mind, and Soul
  4. traumaRUs

    Thanksgiving 2016 from AN

    Here's some of our best Thanksgiving threads - enjoy! When Thanksgiving isn't exactly as we planned...Thanksgiving Humor Are you working Thanksgiving 2016? Here's a great story: Why I'm Grateful to Be Working on Thanksgiving Thanksgiving is a time to be thankful for everything we have and here are two articles with great examples: Thankful to Be a Nurse on Thanksgiving A Nurse Who Gives Thanks on a Thanksgiving Holiday And our current thread about what you are thankful for this Thanksgiving: Thanksgiving Thoughts: What are YOU Thankful For this Year?
  5. tnbutterfly - Mary

    Thanksgiving with your Work Family

    You're around the people you work with more than your family. In fact, some of you may spend more time with these people working on the holidays and miss out on "traditional" celebrations with your family. We sometimes can become very creative when livening up the holidays spent at work with our "work families". What are some of the Thanksgiving plans you have for this week while at work? Visit Nursing Toons / Memes for more cartoons!
  6. TheCommuter

    Thankful To Be A Nurse On Thanksgiving

    I plan to work this upcoming Thanksgiving night. But, you know what? I really do not mind working on the holiday at all. I am a single gal with no family of my own, and even though a close friend invited me to spend the holiday with her family, I told her I was already scheduled to work on that day. Although I will not be celebrating the holiday in the traditionally festive manner that entails cooking and spending the day with a house full of extended family, I still have so much for which to be thankful on Thanksgiving. First of all, I am thankful because I do not live from paycheck to paycheck as the direct result of my solid middle income as a nurse. Prior to becoming a nurse, I was a factory worker at a paper products company, and before that, I worked a string of low-paying dead end jobs in the retail and fast food industry. During a recent visit to a big box retail super center, I was cognizant that most of the workers probably earned less than $9 per hour. After 40 hours of work, someone who earns $8 hourly would gross a whopping $320 per week, or $1280 in a month. After taxes and other deductions, some of these workers must make ends meet on less than $1000 monthly. I thank my lucky stars for no longer having to face the financial hardships with which these hard-working people tackle on a daily basis. Secondly, I am thankful because, unlike other occupations, I am not tied into a traditional five-day work week with only two days off. I can choose to work an 8-hour per day, five-day a week schedule if I want that. Or I can continue to work two to three 12-hour shifts per week, which enables me to have four to five days off weekly. If I arrange for my days off to be scheduled in a row, I can take a mini vacation and perhaps catch a flight somewhere without needing to tap into PTO (paid time off) hours. So, thank goodness that my job as a bedside nurse enables me to have flexibility. Finally, I am thankful because my role as a nurse allows me to have a positive impact on peoples' lives. I am mindful that not every patient who crosses my path wants to be helped. However, the appreciative patients make this job worthwhile. Nothing is more gratifying than seeing a patient discharge to home with the ability to clearly speak and ambulate when, just a couple of weeks ago, he was unable to walk, talk, or eat without assistance due to a stroke. Nothing is more awesome than hearing a patient say, "Thank you for all that you've done for me." I am thankful to be a nurse on Thanksgiving for so many reasons.
  7. canesdukegirl

    Transplant Thanksgiving

    It's my turn to work this Thanksgiving. Although I am disappointed that I will not be having dinner with my husband, I knew that we would only be doing emergency cases in the OR. Expecting a relatively light working day, I swipe my badge and enter the locker room to change into scrubs. My trauma pager beeps almost as soon as I clip it onto the waistband of my scrubs. Reading the small screen of the pager, I decipher the code: "Red tag 24yo m, GSW head, GCS 3, intubated, ETA 2 min air." Quickly, I throw my lab coat around my shoulders, shouting instructions to staff to set up an OR for an emergency craniotomy. I rush down the hall to the ER. Halfway down the hall, my pager beeps again. "Black tag." I retrace my steps and return to the OR. A 24 year old man shot himself in the head, his neurological responses all but absent. His wife was currently in conference with the trauma attending. Another page comes through from the trauma attending. I read the page and shake my head. With a heavy heart, I set up the OR to do the harvest. The doors of the OR open, a myriad of beeping monitors accompanying the patient into the room. Silently, I watch the anesthesiologist, the tech and the circulating nurse transfer the patient to the OR bed. While I prep the patient's abdomen with Betadine, I glance at his swaddled head, his face barely visible beneath layers of gauze. The surgeon and I step up to the OR table, and begin the meticulous task of recovering the liver, and both kidneys. The patient's lungs are covered with pebble sized black spots, evidence of his heavy smoking. Ten hours later, we complete the organ recovery. Sending the staff out of the room, I sit beside the OR bed and look at this young man, wondering what kind of tragedies he had experienced. Picking up his cold, lifeless hand, I close my eyes and say a prayer for him, hoping that his soul is at peace. Tears spring from my eyes, dripping onto his colorless hand. I worry about the young family he left behind. Rising from my sitting stool, I take my time as I gently clean blood and Betadine from his skin, using my shoulder sleeve to wipe away my tears. Composing myself, I walk out of the room and down the hall to the OR front desk. Stopping short, I see a soldier and his family in pre-op. Several soldiers in full uniform surround his bed, chattering happily, and laughing while ribbing each other with stories. The patient is smiling, holding his wife's hand. Their eyes are bright with hope; this brave soldier will receive the liver that I just helped recover. Tears cloud my eyes again. One life ended. Another is beginning. Exhaust overwhelms me as I walk into the door of my house. My dear husband has dinner re-heated for me, but I am not hungry. He looks into my eyes and understands. Silently, my husband places a steaming mug of cocoa in my hand. He opens the patio door for me and kisses my forehead. I stand at the baluster outside on the deck, processing the emotional roller coaster I experienced today. The silence of the night cloaks me in a dark, comfortable embrace. As I wipe the tears from my face, I hear the helicopter buzz over my house carrying my patient's kidneys to a pediatric patient, and another to a solider at the nearest Army base. I smile through my tears, knowing that my efforts helped not one, but three families today. Thanksgiving has just taken on a completely new definition for me. I trudge up the stairs and pour myself into the bed. My sweet husband pulls the comforter around my shoulders as my puppy jumps up beside me and quickly makes herself into a tight circle against my abdomen. Gently, he brushes my long hair away and kisses my tear streaked face. "Thank you, sweetheart, for all that you did today. I love you," my husband whispers into my ear. I drift off to sleep, thankful for every facet of my life.
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  9. NurseAlwaysNForever

    Thanksgiving Humor

    I look forward to the holiday season all year long. The day came and I went to work a little less than enthusiastically. I didn't want to be there, but I realized that my patients needed me regardless. The cafeteria personnel had informed us that they would be serving us Thanksgiving dinner when they served the residents their lunch. My husband offered to bring me a plate, but I explained to him that I didn't want him to have to leave his family to bring it. He didn't listen, and he brought a plate for me and the other nurse working that day. We were very happy to have the home cooked meals and politely refused the cafeteria lunch. We snuck our covered dishes to the break room and put it on top of the fridge where no one could find it, not taking the time to even peek inside, and quickly returned to our med passes. Around an hour later all of the residents were fed, medicated, and laid down if they wanted to be. We made our way to the break room to enjoy our Thanksgiving dinner. My stomach was growling and felt like it was actually starting to digest itself. I was starving. I reached up on the top of the fridge to grab my long awaited holiday meal. My mouth watering at the thought of the wondrous Thanksgiving feast that awaited me. I could almost taste the Turkey and dressing. I couldn't feel a thing up there. I pulled up a chair and peeked over the edge, nothing. It was gone. We looked in the fridge, in the microwave, in the trash, even asked other staff members. No one had seen it. We began to search patient rooms and see if one of them were enjoying it. It was nowhere to be found. We did find two residents, a husband, and wife eating ham, sweet potatoes, deviled eggs, pecan pie. They asked what we were doing. We explained that our Thanksgiving dinner had come up missing, and we were looking for it. The husband replied, "We had this delivered, but our trays are there if you want them." Again, we politely declined and continued our search without luck. I looked at my fellow nurse and said, "Who eats ham for Thanksgiving?" She shook her head, "not me. We gotta find those plates. I'm starved." We looked for quite a while, but finally, we did give up looking. Our stomachs were growling as we returned to work. Soon my husband called, "Honey, how was your dinner?" I didn't have the heart to tell him that it had been stolen, so with my stomach protesting loudly, I lied, "Wonderful. The pumpkin pie was great, the turkey was moist, the dressing wonderful. I am really looking forward to eating some more when I get home." There was a long pause on the other end of the phone and then my husband replied, "Mom burnt the pumpkin pie and we had ham this year."
  10. Michael M. Heuninckx

    Why I Am Grateful To Be Working On Thanksgiving Day

    For the majority of nurses, working the holiday is a requirement that we dread. For me, I choose to accept what I cannot change and to actively seek the good given the situation. It is my hope that this article can change your view on working the holiday. Or at least, bring to light the positive impact being at work on this day you will be able bring to your patients. I am grateful to be working on Thanksgiving Day... To serve my patients on a day that could be the worst day of their lives and on top of that it is a holiday Working the in Emergency Department, I have learned first hand that when it comes to: death, trauma or exacerbations of chronic medical conditions, they all do not care that it is a holiday and could turn your world upside down at any moment. Nor do any of the above events take heed to age, gender or socioeconomic status. Anyone at any time can be negatively impacted at any moment. Having lived this fact, I am grateful to be standing and of sound mind to help those who are not so fortunate on the holiday. To create an environment of home for my patients in a place that is the furthest thing from home In my opinion, the hospital is the furthest thing away from the warm and fuzzy feeling I have when I think of home. Even though I can wear my pajamas to work, let's say I would not want to lie down on the floor to read a book. With that being said, as nurses, we can have some fun with this to make it feel as comfortable as possible for our patients. Ask your patients what would make them feel like they were at home and use your creativity and imagination to make that happen for them. I am sure with whatever you make happen, no matter how big or small, they will notice and appreciate the effort. To be family for those who do not have a family to share the holiday with Unfortunately, we all have seen this as well. Some more than others, but the joy some people feel about the holidays, others might feel nothing but sorrow. Be an ear to listen to a story or the shoulder to cry on. Try to make them feel at home or maybe even have dinner with them so they do not have to eat alone. Going the extra mile here will not go unnoticed and has the potential to truly make a day that has been miserable for years, positive for once. To spend the holiday with my work family No matter how you slice and dice the numbers, when you are working full time or even part time hours, we are spending a ton of time at your place of employment. The bonds that you build with your colleagues in the healthcare arena are unique and unless you live it, you won't get it. Not to mention dinner, I mean, THE UNIT POT LUCK! They never disappoint and I look forward to them every time. For the Thanksgiving Holiday, let this article give you a different perspective on working the holidays. Think about the topics discussed, come up with ways that you can benefit others by working the holiday and after, see how this has changed your day. Looking through this lens will make the 12-hour shift more enjoyable and you will bring more joy to the patients you serve on this day. Happy Thanksgiving To All! Michael M. Heuninckx RN-BSN
  11. jadelpn

    Being Thankful

    ...and dare I say celebrated? There will be times that we are spending a Thanksgiving with a patient (or 2, or 10). It is not what perhaps we choose to do, but what we do, put in our turn, do out due diligence. Most patients don't relish the thought of being in a hospital for a holiday. An extra kind word or deed could make the day of someone who otherwise can get really bummed, really quickly. Most families don't spend all day in a hospital room with a loved one. They have other obligations. What can be said "we had an amazing turkey and it was so funny, Uncle Jack..." you get it--mostly a "you had to be there, I guess" stories. Holidays spent in the hospital can mean a change in condition. An added stressor of being not where one's family is can affect a patient. And it can affect a nurse. We can all take a moment and help a patient through a rough day. When and if we are talking about life and death and patient load and poor staffing, we need to just pause for a minute and let a patient know that we are there, present, and if is hard to not be with family on a special holiday. There are so many things to be thankful for this holiday. Even if one is in the depths of despair when one is looking for any sort of silver lining--one has a brain to think, a talent to share, good kids, good shoes, and not having to walk a mile in someone elses. A nurse's goal is everything and everyone as they should be at the end of the shift. It is no different on Thanksgiving day. If we have an attitude of gratitude if even for the day I think that we all could have a good feeling. So even if you have one minute to smile while you are giving meds, to share a kind word or two, to laugh a minute, to gab a second--do it! It does wonders to take you to an alternate place, if even for the day. I had a patient once who was just-this-close to the active phase of the dying process. I was on a mixed unit, and staffing was poor, patient load high. Each time I went in to turn the patient, he would make a dry-sense-of-humor comment. We bantered back and forth each time I went in, "Whatcha doing here today, Jade--no turkey?" "Nope Mr. Smith, I am not much for turkey" "you're kidding" "no, that is my least favorite meal--I just cook one for looks" "Well, if your husband is not a turkey, point taken" and on and on it went.......he had little family, and the goal is peace, but the road for him was built with stops for some lively conversation. It is amazing what you learn from a patient when they are at their most vulnerable. So this thanksgiving, even if it is that you are "getting out of" a family dynamic that is not ideal, that you are not a turkey fan, or that you can make a patient's day brighter by sharing a holiday with them, be thankful. And don't forget the "you rock, thanks for everything" to your CNA's, your Unit Clerks, your co-workers. Because even with bad apples, there's usually enough to make cider.
  12. Lynda Lampert, RN

    50 Reasons for Nurses to be Thankful

    Sometimes it is difficult to be thankful in a profession so challenging and all-consuming, but as you can see, you have many reasons to be thankful for your job, despite those challenges. You care for people from birth to death in so many often traumatic circumstances. Yet, you do it with grace. You are very fortunate to be part of a career field with so many options. Many jobs do not have the flexibility or choices that you have and that is probably one of the best perks of your job. Feel free to add your own to the list. I only went as far as fifty, but I could have come up with fifty more. I'm interested in what other nurses are grateful for! Let's see how many more we can come up with! You get to make a difference in other people's lives. You get to wear scrubs, or what amounts to pajamas, to work. You know how to talk to doctors and make them listen. You cherish the time you get to spend with your family because you know life is precious. Your holidays off are the best times of the year, even if you know you have to work the next one. Your co-workers have your back during some of the worst times. Bodily fluids wash off with soap and water. You only have to work three days per week if you work 12s. Patients often tell funny stories. You're part of a community of nurses when you pass boards. You have many options open to you in your nursing career. You can always go back to school to become a more specialized nurse. Certifications in specialties make you a more valuable nurse, usually resulting in higher pay. You can share horror stories with nurse colleagues and laugh about them. You can call that cranky doctor in the middle of the night and ruin his sleep. You can save lives with quick action and critical thinking. Assertiveness training in nursing leads to assertiveness in other parts of your life. No matter how sick your kids get, you can deal with it. You can assess certain patients from the door with experience. If you are unhappy with your workplace, you can always find another job. Nurses who work holidays have potluck parties so everyone can have fun. You get the chance to decorate the unit for the holidays. With your cheerfulness, you can brighten the day of someone in the hospital for the holidays. When the census is low, you can get called off. As your seniority grows, you can become more in charge of the unit and its direction. You never have a dull day. Taking off your shoes at the end of a shift feels like heaven. If a patient passes away, you can clean them so the family sees them in peace. You can really develop a connection with patients and their families. DVRs and Netflix exist so that you don't miss great TV and movies because you're working. Gloves and protective gear are plentiful to protect from disease. You wash your hands so much that you are less likely to get sick. Hand sanitizer makes your shift flow so much easier. You can type as fast as lightning after so much charting. Despite your lack of muscles, you can lift surprisingly heavyweights. There is no need to wear makeup and do your nails for your shift. You know a hundred ways to save a life. One look at a list of lab results can tell you what's wrong with a patient. You can wear Crocs without any fashion backlash. If you get your clothes dirty, there are always more scrubs in the OR to change into. You get paid more than minimum wage -- though admittedly not nearly enough. You get to choose the needle gauge based on your patient's behavior. Stabbing people with needles is easy, convenient, and fun. IV pumps mean you don't have to count drips anymore. Plastic bedpans mean you can just throw away messes instead of trying to clean them. Disposable plastic syringes mean that you can throw away used needles. CPR, ACLS, and 911 exist to save lives that would otherwise be lost. You have your beloved brain sheets and refer to them constantly throughout the shift. You don't have to chart by hand anymore. Computers have reduced errors and saved many lives in the process.