Entries Tagged as ‘Nursing’

November 2, 2007

Fairness

I know I’m being absolutely ridiculous. I feel like pouting and being whiny because I had to stay home sick from work and I think it’s awful to have a whole day off and have to actually spend it sick.
I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me last night. My patience level [...]

October 19, 2007

Just So, Sir

Every once in a while I get a patient who is unique. Really, every shift I have patients are unique. But the kind of patient I’m talking about doesn’t stand out because of their life story, but more because of their expectations.
Tonight I took care of a retired military man. A life [...]

September 21, 2007

2nd Night On

I started my new shift last night and it went really well.  I was finishing up assessments that were as yet, uncompleted.  I finished the work and got to go home early.  I thought  that would mean some extra sleep for me, but it just didn’t happen.  Bridget ended up sleeping with me, but not [...]

September 19, 2007

I Must Be Crazy

I have accepted a new shift at work.  I will have seven days on and seven days off.  I start my week on tomorrow.  I’m happy to have a regular shift again as it brings with it some financial security.  At the same time, it sounds exhausting and a little scary.  We need it, though.  [...]

August 18, 2007

Service

I was feeling a little annoyed at a patient tonight who was convinced that people were trying to kill him, and to escape, tried to run me over with his wheelchair.  Then I spoke to a patient who said how grateful he was that the staff provided such good care, and I was reminded again, [...]

July 15, 2007

One of Those Days

In my work I’ve met women who deliverd a stillborn baby 40 or more years ago.  Sometimes I discover this through simple conversation, perhaps when they ask me how many children I’ve had, and I include Sarah.  They are always amazed that we spent so much time with her and took so many pictures.  They [...]

January 12, 2007

Where, O Death, Is Your Victory?

Several weeks ago, B. was admitted into our Transitional Care Unit.  B. was dying.  When I went into B.’s room, I expected to find a weak, pitiful woman.  Instead I found a pair of bright blue eyes, and a smile that radiated joy.  We talked.  We talked about her medical issues, and how well she’d [...]