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spotangel has 31 years experience as a BSN, MSN, DNP, RN, APRN, NP and specializes in ED,Tele,Med surg, ADN,outpatient,homecare,LTC,Peds.

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Has the unexpected ever happened to you?

Nurse finds her sixth sense developing over the years! Some incidents bring closure, some leave her wondering-----did that just happen?

What Just Happened?!
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Has an incident at work left you wondering if you were being helped in some shape or form?

I am going out on a limb here to share my experiences and hope you are open to it even if you do not agree or believe. It took me 31 years to get comfortable with it myself.

If you told me when I was a child, that I would see, feel and smell things that others couldn't, I probably would have run the other way and not joined the nursing profession! In nursing school, I remember how I felt being watched in the break room of the ICU and never feeling sleepy during my one hour break, no matter how tired I was. I heard veteran staff talk about someone sitting on their chest while they were lying down on the couch in the Nurse's Lounge! I eyed that couch with distrust and always sat bolt upright during my break, feeling eyes on my back!

The first time, I felt something was in an old hospital in New York, while working a night shift. As a staunch Catholic, I always carried my rosary and felt protected. Pregnant then with my now 22-year-old son, and working the night shift, there was one room I never wanted to enter. Room 813 on that floor was always icy cold and I felt nervous entering that room at night. I had a patient, Linda, dying from AIDS and I tried keeping her company after my work was done. Sometimes, I would sit and hold her hand but my eyes would always stray to bed A by the door which was empty. I found out from two experienced older nurses that the room was haunted. Apparently, one time that room was empty, and Ms. James, a Jamaican nurse, went on her break to sleep on bed A. As she dozed, an old white guy woke her up and told her to get off his bed! Half asleep, Ms. James told him to use the other empty bed to sleep. He protested and told her, "But this is the bed I died in!" Ms. James shot up and took off! She went back to the nurse's station and told Ms. Joseph, an Indian nurse, that she was not taking her break, not telling her what had just happened! So Ms. Joseph, unsuspectingly, went to the same room and came running out 10 minutes later----! I was terrified now to go into that room and begged Ms. Chambers, the Nurse Attendant to come with me when I had to give 2 am meds to Linda. A few days later, Linda died. I am not sure if she joined the old man in that room and I did not want to find out! I always prayed not to get room 813 on my assignment! Leaving that per-diem job for a full-time position, I thought I would not feel anything strange or weird anymore!

As I started working in an acute care hospital, on the telemetry floor, I noticed that I started smelling flowers where there were none. I smelt roses (felt like hundreds of them) and felt the presence of many peaceful beings (room felt packed) when one of my patients was dying. There was a sense of calmness and rightness and once the patient died, the smell and presence were gone in five minutes. None of my coworkers smelt it and the room was bare. I never shared that at work as I did not want them to think that I was strange! Death was something I was uncomfortable with and I did not want to have any part of it!  Little did I  know that I was going to get upgraded to a different smell!

While still working on this telemetry floor, I started smelling a combination smell of flowers, incense and candles in certain rooms. This smell was familiar to me as back home we did not have funeral parlors. When someone died, the body was brought back home, washed, put in a coffin and placed in the living room or outside, under a makeshift canopy and surrounded with fresh flowers, candles, and incense for an all-night of prayers. The next day, the body was taken to the church with special church hymns sung for the dead and then buried after mass. I was now smelling this around patients that were dying or would have a sudden cardiac arrest on my floor. Even though I did not tell any of my co-workers, they soon caught on that I sensed something, when they would see me push the crash cart and park it outside the patient's room or check and make sure that the wall suction was working! We saved many patients and sometimes I used that sense of smell to gently nudge a family member to stay. One time, the daughter of my walkie-talkie patient watched me park the cart outside her mother's room and asked me point-blank if she should stay. Taking courage in my hands, I followed my instincts and  I told her to get her sisters too! They flew in two days later and I got permission to stay overnight in the family lounge. I saw them when I came to work in the morning and there was so much laughter in that room. Four days later when I came back after the weekend, I heard that the patient arrested suddenly was coded, and died at 2 am surrounded by her daughters. The next month, I got a thank you card and flowers from her family, thanking me for their time together with mom as a family, during her last few days on earth. I still have that card!

I soon started working in the ED and my senses went into overdrive. Sometimes, I would tell the patients things that made no sense to me at that time but made perfect sense to them. I remember telling this pregnant girl with a history of two miscarriages, who had abdominal pain but no bleeding, that she was going to have a boy and not to be so worried. A year later she came in to see me with a little boy to say thank you! Another time I was helping another nurse who had a hard stick with a crusty uptight older lady who warned me that I had one shot to get "bloods"! I thanked her and got her "bloods" in one shot and joked that I thought she was going to send me to Alabama if I missed! She stared at me and then burst out laughing as she was from Alabama! I had no idea!

I also heard my angel whisper in my ear if my patient in the ED took a sudden turn for the worse when I was with another patient. As soon as I went I would find that most of the time the patient was having an acute episode of bradycardia, hypoglycemia, hypotension, or Altered Mental Status. I would always thank my angel Providence and would ask him and my other guardian angels to watch over all of us in the ED and in the hospital! One time, a patient walked in with her son and my angel told me she was not going to make it. Turns out that she was septic, got intubated and died on Christmas eve! Just before she died, I was catching up on my notes in the ED during my "break" and heard my angel clearly say, "It is time"! I immediately got up and went to her side, pulled up a chair, and sat next to her, holding her hand. She had been made a DNR. I said the Lord's Prayer and as I finished, she flatlined and died. She didn't die alone thanks to my angels! All throughout these years, I felt uneasy with my "gifts"! I moved away from acute care to Long term care(LTC) after a layoff.

In 2012, I was in a bad accident with my entire family! Our car was totaled but we walked away without a scratch. That same year, I remember getting stuck for three days at a Pediatric LTC where I worked, as we were snowed in and relief could not come in. Finally, when I was leaving to go home, I walked into a chapel within the building, to thank the Lord for three safe days. I told him that I was worried about my commute home being that the accident was recent and my other car was old with slippery wheels. I asked him to send the chapel angel whom I saw when I walked into the chapel as a brilliant pillar of light, as soon as I opened the chapel door. Initially, I was nervous about the light but soon got used to it. After my prayers, I left, dug my old van out of a three-day snow pile, and drove 10 miles an hour with my flashers on. When I reached home, I locked the door and started walking up the stairs. I realized that I had the car keys in my hand and so turned to walk down the stairs to hang the keys by the door. I stood transfixed as there was a big ball of light shooting back out of my door. The chapel angel had kept me company and was leaving back now that I was home! Talk about a quick answer to prayers! 

Another time I was rounding in a room of a pediatric patient. The child was around one with a tracheostomy and sleeping peacefully in the crib while I was talking to his mother, Crystal, who was taking classes to become a nurse. This was a double room and there was a new admission (mom and child) also sharing the big room. The curtains were pulled around the sleeping child's crib and I was next to the crib. The lights flickered three times and I thought that the other mother was checking the lights. It was around 9.30 pm and the room was bright with the lights on. All of a sudden all lights went off and I instinctively checked on the sleeping baby in the bright moonlight. I gasped as on the other side of the cradle stood a familiar figure in a nun's habit, Elizabeth Ann Seton, whose statue was in the lobby of this center! The lights came back on and there was no one there. I checked the other bed. The new admission and his mother were not in the room. So who turned off the lights?

"Did you see that? What just happened?", I said.

I couldn't believe what my eyes had just seen!

"What did you see? I always felt a peaceful presence in the room but have never seen someone!", Crystal said.

"Just know your son and you are protected by Mother Seton!", I told her as I walked out of the room, shaken.

I had heard other staff at the LTC talk about seeing or sensing others in the children's rooms but had never experienced it myself! I felt reassured that the children had loving eyes on them always! After two years there, I left to work in a larger LTC with 750 patients and around 200 staff. 

This LTC was extremely busy with active codes, dialysis patients with hypotension, admissions, hospital transfers, discharges, missing or wandering patients, along with sick calls, staff issues, supplies issues, and a huge narcotic count and distribution to the units.  Sometimes I would see big house flies come into certain patient rooms and they would die within the week. I remembered that I'd seen that happen in the hospital too! There were times when I needed help, prayed and help would come miraculously. I would be pulling my hair desperately, trying to even out staffing based on acuity on days with a large number of callouts. Staff would wander in that were not on the schedule and tell me that they thought they were on to work or I would get unexpected calls from the staff offering to stay or come in for overtime. On those days, I knew I was getting heavenly help to maintain safe staffing and keep our staff and patients secure and safe during their shifts. This trend continued when I moved to a job closer to home to work in a clinic.

Now I am inspired in the clinic to ask my patients what really matters to them. Many of my patients request me to pray with them and I do. I am surprised at their priorities which have at first glance, nothing to do with health. Some of their priorities are:

  • "I want to be independent as long as possible."
  • "I want to see my children."
  • "I want to stay in a home that I won't get kicked out from."
  • "I want to not forget my family. I am losing my memory."
  • "I need money to buy food and medication."
  • "I don't want to go to the hospital again!"

Since I work with an immigrant population that has 70% illiteracy, multiple comorbid conditions, social determinants of health, poverty, and transportation issues, it is challenging to say the least! I try my best and utilize the help of our health team to coordinate their care. During the recent COVID pandemic, I got deployed back to a medical-surgical unit in my hospital from the clinic. The enhanced smell of death returned but this time most of these COVID patients were DNR/DNI and I used it to pray with them, give them comfort and strengthen them in their last days. Many times, I called their family on Facetime on the phone and had them talk or see each other. These encounters brought them comfort and for most of them, it was the last time they would see or speak to each other.

Last August, I was inspired to write a book entitled Sightings After Death (SAD) about 25 true stories that dealt with death and hope. At that time I did not know why I was writing this book in the middle of a fulltime job, doctoral studies, and being a wife and mother. I self-published it in December 2019 on Amazon. Looking back now, I know why the Lord was so insistent that I publish it before the end of December 2019. I realized that He wanted people not to be fearful of death and in His tender mercy and grace wanted me to write hospital-based stories that offered solace during these times. I hope this book helps at least one person. 

The COVID experience hit the pause button in my life and made me re-evaluate and reinforce my priority list of God, family, work, school, and everything else. I have learned to appreciate my family, blessings and be present in the moment, fully. I am thankful that none of my family or immediate coworkers have died from COVID. One nurse that I knew from a previous job, died from COVID. In her memory and all the other staff, patients, and family who have died, I will continue to use my "gifts" to better mankind. In the meantime, I am just grateful for another day and an opportunity to be a nurse!

References

https://www.google.com/search?q=sightings+after+death+book

Nurse 31 years, just completed my Doctorate in Nursing, wife, mother, writer, Complex care Coordinator and Adjunct Faculty. Loves jokes, freebies, TED talks, good books, and friends! Love God above all!

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The hospital where I trained and work for 24 years, has long been torn down. Everyone knew it was haunted and reported similar anecdotes.

There was a power outage one evening and the axillary power was a little slow to cut in. There were three of us at one end of the hallway, when we witnessed a glowing nurse in the office at the other end of the corridor. She was seated at the desk and hunched over, doing her paperwork. Suddenly, the power came back on and she was gone!

I can’t say that I have a sixth sense, but often I would say something without thought, as if I was a mouthpiece for some other being. Believe me, when I say I often speak before I think, but these were moments where the message was timely and important to the well being of the patients and their families.

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Can't say I have ever had any sort of sixth sense at all.  You certainly have some colorful stories to relate because of yours.  Fascinating!

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Thanks for sharing. I think this stuff is so interesting!

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Thanks LynnRN53 and NAtoRN.

It is interesting but not comfortable at times!

I held off of many more stories as I didn't want to spook you all!! LOL!

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spotangel, you are welcome  Please feel free if you wish, to message me, I am very interested in this sort of thing and would be happy to talk more about your sixth sense,  I have never come close to anything like all the events that have happened to you but I did have something mildly similar several years ago.  A friend with whom I went to nursing school, Susan, had another nurse friehe nd named Donna.  I wasn't too fond of Donna, I found her pretty pretentious, but wasn't around her much,  One day Susan called and said Donna had been admitted to ICU at our hospital with bacterial pneumonia and was in critical condition.  Over a period of 5-6 days, it was a rollercoaster with her health, improvements were followed by worsening conditions, her family was called in and told she wasn't going to make in at least twice.  One Sunday, Susan called and said they had given up hope that she would make it, and that they just could not wean her off the vent, her temp was high regardless of what measures were taken,  After that call, I felt so terrible for Donna and her family.  I started praying (not something I do much) in earnest.  "God", I said, "you know I don't care much for Donna, but right now that doesn't matter .  She is only 45 and has parents and a new husband and step children who really love her/  She has a lot more of a life to live." For 30 minutes or more I prayed out loud that way, walking back and forth in my kitchen....Around an hour later my phone rang and my caller ID told me it was Susan's cell phone. I don't know HOW I knew this, but I knew that Donna was suddenly getting better.  I even told God that I thought I was making a big mistake and that I was just imagining what I was feeling but....I answered that phone by saying "She's better, isn't she?"  That was just crazy!  Susan said, "How did you know that?  Her temp is down to 99.2 and they are weaning her off the vent and they say she has just suddenly started to get better!"  It was the only time I have experienced any thing like that and I still look back on it and wonder.....

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Oh my, what a beautiful story and congratulations Dr! What an experience you have had, keep using it for the patients and families. It is amazing. I am sure the families appreciated you more during the pandemic where people suddenly died after a short illness. I always go to the chapel at the beginning and end of shift. Sometimes I pray for a better assignment, change in schedule or simply a better day. I would like to read your book one day.

Dr Madenya

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Thanks Dr. Madenya! It took a lot of praying before I decided to share my experiences. My book is available on Amazon.com and is titled Sightings after death if interested. Stay safe! Cheers!

 

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On 6/30/2020 at 7:41 AM, LynnRN53 said:

spotangel, you are welcome  Please feel free if you wish, to message me, I am very interested in this sort of thing and would be happy to talk more about your sixth sense,  I have never come close to anything like all the events that have happened to you but I did have something mildly similar several years ago.  A friend with whom I went to nursing school, Susan, had another nurse friehe nd named Donna.  I wasn't too fond of Donna, I found her pretty pretentious, but wasn't around her much,  One day Susan called and said Donna had been admitted to ICU at our hospital with bacterial pneumonia and was in critical condition.  Over a period of 5-6 days, it was a rollercoaster with her health, improvements were followed by worsening conditions, her family was called in and told she wasn't going to make in at least twice.  One Sunday, Susan called and said they had given up hope that she would make it, and that they just could not wean her off the vent, her temp was high regardless of what measures were taken,  After that call, I felt so terrible for Donna and her family.  I started praying (not something I do much) in earnest.  "God", I said, "you know I don't care much for Donna, but right now that doesn't matter .  She is only 45 and has parents and a new husband and step children who really love her/  She has a lot more of a life to live." For 30 minutes or more I prayed out loud that way, walking back and forth in my kitchen....Around an hour later my phone rang and my caller ID told me it was Susan's cell phone. I don't know HOW I knew this, but I knew that Donna was suddenly getting better.  I even told God that I thought I was making a big mistake and that I was just imagining what I was feeling but....I answered that phone by saying "She's better, isn't she?"  That was just crazy!  Susan said, "How did you know that?  Her temp is down to 99.2 and they are weaning her off the vent and they say she has just suddenly started to get better!"  It was the only time I have experienced any thing like that and I still look back on it and wonder.....

Don’t wonder! That’s how the Lord works always!  He always listens to a heartfelt prayer and straight talk! You can always message me and we can talk. 
  I remember a time when my brother was having a tough time due to a nitpicking boss and devious coworker who he trained. I prayed for him to have strength and put his issues in the lord’s hands. I remember telling my brother that night watch Karen getting transferred to China! She won’t bother you anymore. We both laughed but 2 days later he called me and told me the news! She did get transferred to China!

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13 hours ago, spotangel said:

Thanks Dr. Madenya! It took a lot of praying before I decided to share my experiences. My book is available on Amazon.com and is titled Sightings after death if interested. Stay safe! Cheers!

 

I will definitely make time, and would message you on how to get started in writing a book, tx.

Dr Madenya

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I don't have it at work, it's for my family. I always seem to know when they're sick or I have dreams for about 3-6 months before they pass away. It's so bad my mother told me don't dream about her. And once they pass away, they come see me in my dreams, usually right after they pass away and when I'm going through a tough time. I'd like to think my dreams are my window into the preparing me for deaths and the my chance to know my loved ones are watching over me. When things are REALLY bad, I often feel like someone is in the house with me. They don't hurt me but I feel a presence. Nothing on the level of your experiences though.

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9 hours ago, spotangel said:

Don’t wonder! That’s how the Lord works always!  He always listens to a heartfelt prayer and straight talk! You can always message me and we can talk. 
  I remember a time when my brother was having a tough time due to a nitpicking boss and devious coworker who he trained. I prayed for him to have strength and put his issues in the lord’s hands. I remember telling my brother that night watch Karen getting transferred to China! She won’t bother you anymore. We both laughed but 2 days later he called me and told me the news! She did get transferred to China!

Oh my goodness!  That IS wild!  WOW!, wonder if "Karen" is still in China?

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