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Well, it's happened.
Despite my best efforts to provide excellent care, I've been involved in a serious error.
I say "involved" rather than "made" not to avoid my role but to recognize that it was a chain of events that led to the error.
I'm sure many people are familiar with the concept of the Swiss cheese model of medical errors... in order for the error to happen, all the holes have to align to provide a path from the patient to the error... and in this case... unfortunately... they did... and the very last hole ran right through... me.
So, now I'm one of 'those' nurses... the ones who are so easy to criticize... to shun... to ridicule... though thankfully, I've thus far been treated with compassion and empathy by those around me.
A whole host of thoughts and emotions accompany the experience... fear, shame, humiliation, self-doubt, frustration, anger... and a few that I cannot even name (I'm just not a wordsmith)
I've no idea of the repercussions though I'm hopeful that all the talk about creating a non-punitive environment in which errors can be explored and preventive measures developed is sincere and that I can play a role in educating our docs and nurses in how to avoid another event like this.
I'm thankful for my colleagues who've listened and encouraged... and who've recognized that I'm not some lame-butt doofus who's carelessly nor mindlessly working on patients... and who've recognized that they could very easily be standing in my shoes.
Still... I feel shame and humiliation... and whatever other nameless emotions accompany having to accept that, despite my best intentions, I have hurt another person who was counting on me to help them... To Hippocrates or whomever, I have to say, "I have done harm." To that patient I would have to say, "You did not receive from me the care that you have a right to expect" and, from the patient's perspective, the reasons don't really matter...
Now, for some perspective... it really could have happened to anyone... it was one of those "seconds-count" emergencies... with sequential system failures, any one of which would have prevented the error-train from ever having arrived at my station... though it did... and my chosen role is to be the person at the end of the line so it's not something I can shirk.
The truth is, though, that despite my strong desire to tuck tail and run... and perhaps the desire among some to demonize me or toss me under the bus...
I am a BETTER nurse today than I was last week - precisely because this has happened... not only regarding the specifics of this event but in ways that will impact every moment of nursing career henceforth.
I am moment-by-moment learning how to live with this new recognition of myself... how to bear the scarlet letter that I've now affixed to my scrub tops.
What does the face of a serious error look like? For me, I simply have to look in the mirror.
Be very careful out there because you never know what you don't know... until you do...