We were out of COVID test kits.
It was for only a few hours.
It doesn’t mean we shut the doors. I’ll never be able to describe the surreal feeling of working in a hospital and hearing that news.
And, I don’t work in the ER.
You bump into an Emergency room nurse, or for that matter, anyone who works in an ER, say “Thank you” to them. They go to work not having any, and I mean any idea, of what’s in store for them. They are superstars to me!
Because I’m a list maker
Lately peers have become quite bold in asking someone else to cover their call. I’m so dumbfounded that anyone would randomly think a peer would like to take ‘call’ for surgical services and be tied to home, the phone, and the possible need to get to the hospital, so…I’ve created a list of responses.
I’m going to try each one out until people realize how silly it is to ask me ( emergencies, I get that – I’d be all on board with helping)
This list is for the people that believe, because I’m a team player, I have some unusual desire to cancel my personal plans and sit home with clean scrubs draped over a chair waiting to be thrown on.
So
I’ll take your call…
after I have an un-sedated colonoscopy.
after President Trump and Nancy Pelosi go out to dinner together
after Mc Donald’s goes out of business.
when all the Kardashian’s are married.
when our National Debt is under a million.
and last but not least,
when Brad gets a break from movie making and calls me.
I’ll start with the third one.
Don’t want to come across too snarky.
Someone taking a journey on so many levels… say Hello to a new blogger!
Check out the link above in the blue ( Crossing The Jordan) !
This young lady, after successfully completing a college education, getting out in the world, and functioning as a responsible conscientious adult, kept going.
I went into my job young – stumbling through the minutiae of what it takes to be a ‘good nurse,’ wanting only to not do anything wrong and not understanding how much ‘right’ I could do for people. She’s bringing to the Nursing profession a maturity I admire. I look forward to what she shares on her blog.
Joy brings people together. Fear heightens awareness. Grief, more times than not, isolates us and covers us with a heavy blanket difficult to pull off. Some are never able.
Then there are some that go through incredible loss and proceed to find ways to comfort others undergoing similar suffering.
I met a patient a couple of weeks ago that shared her role in our city’s chapter of a national nonprofit called The TEARS Foundation. Founded in 2002 by Sarah Slack after experiencing the stillbirth of her son Jessie Curtis Slack, this agency provides emotional and financial support for families who have lost a child.
This patient of mine shared her own story of loss and how it led her to her involvement with TEARS. She graciously offered me the opportunity to follow up with her through the agency if I wanted to learn more about The TEARS Foundation.
I left work that day thinking about it. The heartache of this kind of loss, I understood it. Years ago, my first pregnancy ended at the twenty-two week mark on an evening filled with physical and emotional pain.
A couple of weeks later, I had an opportunity to learn more about the kind of people that donate their time and fund raising efforts for TEARS.
People that do this kind of work are angels with broad shoulders and hearts made strong by not letting grief pull them to a dark impenetrable place. On the surface they might look like petite blonds just getting vegetables at the local market. Look closer. You can see the endless abundance of compassion in their eyes.
Human
Clinton Cargill, assistant editor to the National desk, Simone Landon, assistant editor to the Graphics desk, researcher Alan Delaqueriere, and writer John Grippe, with help from various members of the TIMES team combed various sources across the country to get the names and gleaned phrases from people who’ve lost their lives to Coronavirus.
Editors and graduate students pitched in, and in a time when politicizing this pandemic is reaching a high, the New York Times went higher and humanized it in the way it should be.
I appreciate the heartfelt manner in which they came up with a way to acknowledge the people behind these numbers.
https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/05/24/us/us-coronavirus-deaths-100000.htm
https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2020/05/24/us/us-coronavirus-deaths-100000.htm
Gems
You ever misplace a gem? Not lost it, just misplaced it? A ring or a pair of earrings that when you put on, you felt a little extra special. For you guys, that watch or favorite shirt that made you feel sharp — on your toes.
There are some gems where I work, but not having worked surgical services for the last four weeks, I forgot just how cool they were.
Until yesterday.
I put in my obligatory weekend call hours, came in for two surgeries, and prepared the next day’s paperwork before starting to head out for the evening.
Walking toward the back exit with the PACU RN, we slowed and checked in with the OR nurse before leaving.
“We’re leaving. You need anything?”
She popped her head around the desk where she was entering data for next day needed surgical trays.
“No, I’m good. Almost done.”
“Hey, either one of you interested in grabbing a beer and some Cuban food? The place is close by.”
The PACU RN and I both declined, but then I remembered that any conversation I’d had with this OR RN was introspective, informative, and there was always equitable sharing of how life in general was going. There was never constant interruption or a scenario where I felt like I was being talked at instead of to.
***
I had a wonderful ‘post call’ Cuban dinner, the coldest yummy draft, and the best conversation with a valued peer who, due to the differences in our work hours, I rarely saw.
And the icing on the cake is this:
I learned that this Operating room RN is gifted with the ability to emote words of prayer that have a gentle and at the same time direct ring to them — transparent chords that point to grace and trust. I gave her my prayer request to add to the list of people already in her heart. And of course, a big smile in lieu of the ‘not allowed’ hugs.
What a nice and unexpected way to end my day on call!
Necessary Eye Roll
When I make my necessary gas station or grocery store visit, I’ve seen some people with their masks so loosely tied that there are gaps around their cheeks or, those with somehow acquired medical masks with the top line of the mask sitting dainty on their nose. ( Like,Lord forbid you bend the soft underwire threaded through the top edge and cause a potential indent to your delicate skin.)
I don’t know if my episodes have been caffeine related or what, but a few times I couldn’t , even with my mask on, keep my mouth shut.
I introduce myself from six feet away, quickly give my professional credentials so they don’t think I’m some cuckoo bird and hopefully understand I only want to help. I give a quick pointer on how to make their mask more occlusive. It’s gone over okay. ( However, I don’t stick around, so who knows, maybe there is a brief exchange about ‘ the crazy lady at the gas station’.)
But then, there are the handful of twenty-somethings walking around with their masks slung around their necks, whether in a building or not.
I want to smack them upside the head, but like my mother taught me… I keep my hands to myself.
And do the best eye roll possible.
I Should have called her the gardener…
Hey y’all,
I’ve been struggling with making progress on a few writing projects then something came up and the words came easy.
About a month ago, I’d previously posted about a nursing instructor that made an impact on me. More recently, on Instagram, a site called Vocal invited people to write about a woman that influenced them for Women’s History month.
I thought about that instructor and wrote a more detailed / refined essay. I shared a little more than I did in my prior post. Below is the address:
https://vocal.media/education/the-picky-nursing-instructor
*I think you might need to put this up in your address bar to avoid the nuisance of creating an account on Vocal Media to get in.
If your able to take a few minutes to read it, I’d be so grateful!
Please never mind the tip thing at the bottom!
