Nurse’s week continued

Happy Nurse’s Week. And teacher appreciation week as well.

Wednesday I received a nurse of the year award from my hospital system at a dinner near the mother ship hospital. I was the only one from my hospital.

It was lovely.

My dad was there and watched me get the award. Which was amazing that he was still in town as I’d expected him to go back to California the week before. But he stayed to go to the awards banquet.

I’m not much on people or awards banquets, being introverted and shy. I can tell when I’m overwhelmed, I stand at rest, my hands at the base of my back. There are probably many pictures of me standing like that from Wednesday.

But I am happy I won this award. My husband jokes that we need more wall space. I tell him it’s the third award I’ve received, in eighteen years so I think our walls are safe.

Happy Nurse’s Week 2019

And a very happy nurse’s week to all the nurses who toil.

Who hold their patient’s hands until the end.

Who welcome newborn babies.

Who work hard so that patients and families do not feel the lack.

Who work behind the scenes so that the hospitalization/surgery/chemotherapy goes smoothly.

Kudos to us all.

This is a hard profession.

And we are all here for it all.

I passed, I passed, I passed

If you didn’t get the message I passed my research class.

The same one I got a C on last year.

The same one that knocked me out for four months while I got my act together.

It was a little easier this time because instead of weekly discussion posts there were 4. And five major papers.

But I passed.

This is the same project that I presented to research council last month and the nurse scientist asked if I could get a poster together to present on May 1 at the poster gallery the main hospital is having.

I did not get my poster to the printer in time.

So I will be using printouts and a trifold posterboard.

But it will be done and presented on Wednesday.

I think I’ll go to bed early.

Hopefully different result

I just turned in the 32 page paper, now with rewrites!

Somehow, even though this class is nominally the same class that I got a C in last year I am doing better?

The teacher says so anyway.

I had no late assignments. I had a bit of a fear mongering when all of a sudden the final proposal was due and I had not turned in the draft. Silly me, there was no draft.

All the remains is the discussion response by Friday.

I hope I pass.

I say this because my mind may have been plotting where to apply if I do not pass. Do I go back to Chamberlain or do I go somewhere else.

I hope this works.

Patients I carry

Another person that I carry, as I wend my way through my nursing career, was in reality one of my first patients when I started back in nursing school after I hurt my shoulder and lost my scholarship, and had to leave the college. In my second nursing school, our anatomy lab, which I had to retake because there were no labs offered with my first class, we had a cadaver.

Not really a patient, but a person who had a lot of impact on me as a nurse.

We were only there to learn about the structures of the hand and forearm.

The cadaver, this wonderful person who had given their body to science, to research, so students like myself could learn had am immense and immediate impact on me and my classmates. The cadaver was nude, laid out on a slab in the recesses of the college. The room was dark except for the working lights. The room smelled like formalin. And there were two cadavers, laid out, ready for us.

The face was covered.

We donned gloves and bent our heads to our work.

The flesh was hard and cold and ungiving under our fingers.

We identified the structures as they were laid out for us.

But, I couldn’t help but scan the body, looking for signs of age or infirmity. Of what led to the cadaver death.

This cadaver was a female, of older years, as evidenced by the lack of subcutaneous tissue, of the crepey skin of the torso, of the white pubic hair.

There was evidence of a recent surgical intervention to the left hip. Staples were still intact over the unhealed incision. I imagined I saw surgical pen marks near the incision.

We were not told how or why the cadavers came to be cadavers.

But they contributed to our knowledge base as nursing students.

Now, years later, I can surmise that there was a fractured hip and a repair of the fractured hip and a death. Now, I know that the percentage of people who survive the first year after hip fracture is low. But she helped us learn, when she decided to leave her body to science.

And I am grateful to her.

The hardest choice of my night

I had to ask a scrub tech to be at the hospital 30 minutes before the start of their call shift.

There’s many reasons why.

The surgeon who called wanted to go at 2230.

My normal evening tech is on vacation.

My pinch hitter evening tech had a robot in the morning and she had to be at the hospital at 0550 to be ready for it. So I let her go home at 2030.

The night tech didn’t tell me no, call in the evening tech, the evening call tech, anyone but him.

No, he gave me a little pushback but ultimately agreed to come.

Oh, he came and did the case I’m not sure he was capable of.

AFTER texting the assistant nurse manager to complain.

Of being asked to come in thirty minutes early.

It was until I was suffering through an extremely uncomfortable with the night call tech, who didn’t know how to run anything. That I realized, that I should’ve called the evening call nurse. She would’ve been happy to come and scrub. She loves to scrub and she knows how to work the equipment.



Because now it’s going to be a THING.

Because 1 time a tech was asked to come in thirty minutes early.

To help me out so I didn’t have to call the evening call tech.

Because the case would’ve gone past 2300. Did I mention that?

Especially when he didn’t show up until 2235.

We finished the case at 2345.

His answer was that I should’ve called the evening tech back, to make sure that he didn’t have to be at the hospital until 2300.

What an ass.

And this is going to be  a THING.