November, 2005 Archive

November 29, 2005, 12:33 pm

the last thanksgiving

i worked thanksgiving night.

i dragged my heavy ass to work determined to have a grateful spirit.

well, the freeway was almost empty. also, i parked closest to the building. the hospital gave us free food. i have my loved ones. i have my friends. and i left the house showered with wet kisses from the little ones. it is always an overwhelming feeling, to drive away with three men (one grown up, and two, trying to look grown up) standing at the garage, waving endlessly nonverbally saying, “come back soon, okay?”

also, whether others acknowledge it or not, i know for sure that there is Someone faithful who always gives me free air to breathe, and lets the sun shine. i have everything i need, and as if i am really nice, i have a lot of the things i want. i am grateful. beyond words.

i clocked in with a real smile on my face.

then, i looked behind me, and i saw the “blue leather covered thing”. i have no idea who designed this corpse cart; but i hate it. well, maybe not really because of its design, but the fact that it is telling me somebody’s son, or daughter, or mom, or dad, or spouse, or friend, just left.

i found out very little about the dead guy. in his early 40s. married. he just came from the cardiac ICU. he was terminally ill. it was expected. they’ve been “prepared”.

still. it sucks that people die on a holiday. it sucks because everytime you remember that holiday, you remember something sad. you spent your life celebrating thanksgiving with all the joy and noise of having your family. then, all of a sudden, your memory never goes back to those lovely years. all you remember is that chilly thanksgiving night when you have to sign the death certificate. and the sight of that ugly, cold, blue leather thing that wheeled the body away.

i tried to think of that guy being grateful. i mean, if he could have raised his voice in thanks before he passed, he probably whispered to his wife that he was happy to have her there. he probably thought of how he finally can have that needed “rest”. no more needles, no more tests, no more pain. no more uncertainties, no more frustrations, no more sadness.

it lightened my mood a little bit.

but still. it sucks that people die on a holiday.

not that it doesn’t suck when people die on a regular day.

it’s just that some turkeys can be pretty big and heavy, it is difficult to prepare it alone.

November 23, 2005, 12:18 pm

out of control

what happened last monday morning will be written in history books. my life’s history book at least. or specifically, my “life as a nurse” history book. because i have NEVER done it before.

i’ve been a nurse for more than ten years now, and i have never snapped at whatever my fellow nurses have done, are doing, or will do. never. because, i consider it bad taste to snap.

if they don’t answer their call lights; if they get sarcastic when i answer their call lights, and let them know what their patients want; if they don’t do what they are supposed to do, like cleaning their patients’ poop at least before it turns into stone; if they ignore their IV or feeding pumps alarm, i put a duct tape over my big mouth and just keep my words to myself. i know they have reasons. i respect whatever their reasons.

i recognize the fact that not all shifts are the same. sometimes, you can do all the things that are expected of you. sometimes, you just take each minute as it comes.

the truth is, working as a bedside nurse is just like that. there are times when you literally have no time to empty your bladder even if it is already holding two liters of urine. and there are times when you actually feel like you don’t deserve to be paid full because everyone and everything is just so peaceful.

when i have a chaotic shift, i go around doing my job, thinking it is such a busy night, i wonder if i can still go home without my varicose veins bursting. i don’t go around checking other nurses’ patient list and feeling sorry for myself for having such a crappy list. when i have one of those peaceful shifts and nobody needs my help, i usually read or put my head on a folded blanket and relax. is it too much to ask to be left alone on how i spend my free time, since it is my business? after all, i don’t have a problem with how other nurses spend their free time. they pluck each other’s eyebrows, they paint or file their nails, they write checks for their bills, they do the crossword, they call their significant others, they eat, they surf the web. it doesn’t bother me, it’s their free time, it’s their business.

what bothers me is the comparing and the complaining.

it is difficult to listen to nurses comparing their list of patients to other nurses. they are the nurses who usually talk to themselves, with voice loud enough to blow your eardrum. “why do i have two isolation patients, and she only has one?”, why do i get this patient with a tracheostomy, a feeding tube, a humongous bedsore, and an ileostomy bag, and all her patients are walking?” why do i get this sickle cell patient who asks for pain shot every hour, and hers never even asks for a tylenol”…etc…etc…etc.

the other thing more difficult than that is when nurses actually complain to your face that it is unfair that you are sitting, while they are doing something.

well, my shift last sunday night was like that.

it was my third night, and it so happened that i have had the same three patients since the first night. there are no major changes, so i have practically memorized the meds and cares for all my patients. i basically had it altogether. i was caught up with my charting, and at 2300, i actually had the luxury of sitting and opening a funny book i borrowed from the library. Z was literally jealous of this and she was vocal about it. she started joking about the fact that it was unfair that i have time to read when she has not even done half of the stuff she needed to do.

the whole night, Z went on and on and on. she told me to be careful because i might end up becoming a genius since i’ve been reading the whole night. she told me i shouldn’t have come to work because i’m not really doing anything, except for sitting and reading. she told me the hospital will lose money because of paying me while just doing nothing in the job. and on and on and on. to which my response was either silence or a soft “yeah”.

when the shift was about to end, i was asked by our circulating RN ( a nurse who does not have a patient list, but helps everyone and watches patients if an RN is on break) to help her by collecting the med boxes keys and the cordless phones that each RN has. when i was getting Z’s keys and phone, she said: “wow, you’re finally working! at least you were able to work before the shift ended! i tell you guys, May is finally working, like the rest of us. only, the shift is almost over, so it’s still unfair.”

this is where all hell broke loose.

in a voice loud enough for all the staff RN to hear, i snapped: “Z, do you have a problem with me sitting and reading when i have nothing to do? do you? if you do, i suggest you write me up, and stop telling me i’m not doing anything because i am sick of it. i am sick of you telling me i should do more, just because you have not rested. your comments will not really change a thing, it would be easier if you just write me up, so our nurse manager can just fire me, because you think i don’t do my job. you keep saying i am not doing anything, why don’t you check my chart and tell me what i have missed, and while you’re at it, why don’t you check my patients to find out if any of them need anything that i have not given. or do i have to report to you everything that i do so you will consider me worthy of my pay? ”

“i told you that the whole night? are you being serious here? i was just kinda joking, calm down. are you upset?” Z asked with a little smile.

“yes Z, i am upset. if you are joking, and i’m not laughing, it must not be funny, right? i don’t find it funny that you imply i am not taking care of my patients just because i have time to read and sit.” by this time, everybody’s eyes was fixed on me, with their mouths half open. i know what they were thinking. i too, could not believe i just said what i said, in a way i said it.

i went back to my little table, and thanked God for a little self control. i was itching to add that it wasn’t my fault she is not caught up because when she is free, she retouches her make up and brushes her hair. i was also itching to add that it wasn’t my fault that she is tired because she told me she went shopping till 11 PM and she chatted with a friend till 3 AM the night before. and i was itching to add that it wasn’t my fault that she is not caught up with her duties, because she chats first and charts second. it wasn’t my fault at all. i was itching to say all these but i didn’t.

still, i was angry and i didn’t keep it to myself.

you can accuse me of anything, but never ever accuse me of not doing what i’m supposed to do. i cannot and will not tolerate it.

raised to believe that it is “okay to be angry, but in your anger, do not sin”, it was understandable that guilt overcame me pretty quickly. Z was nowhere to be found after the shift.

at home, i called the hospital for Z’s number so i can apologize. not for the words i said, but for the way i said it, and for embarassing her in front of other nurses. i should have known better. i could have talked to her in private, or told her nicely, when she cracked the first joke that i did not like it. it would have been less complicated that way. instead, i embarassed myself by doing what i think is completely out of line.

Z’s number was not updated, so my apologies have been delayed. usually, apologies delayed are opportunites for pride to kick in, but i’m not worried. i will do everything within my power to swallow that pride, so i can have peace.

what concerns me now is how to avoid the same situation again.

there are about four other RNs who habitually compare and complain. the whole night, they cry out loud about their patient list being unfair. they check everybody else’s list and with tremendous amount of self pity, they compare, compare, compare. they talk about it over and over. instead of using their time doing things, they catch up on each other and complain, complain, complain. they discuss about how they are so busy, they have no time to chart. i have nothing about gossiping the latest hollywood news, i have nothing about retouching make up, i have nothing about hairbrushing, i have nothing about catching up. what i have something against, is when they choose to do all these things first, instead of doing their responsibilities, and then complain (to me!) about not having enough time. is it MY fault?

how do i deal with these people without snapping?

how can i be angry at them, yet in my anger, not sin?

November 17, 2005, 8:27 pm

the human brain…

is amazing. period.

i had a patient who was diagnosed to have pica, on top of her list of other problems.

i have never seen a patient with this diagnosis before; but i am familiar with it in theory.

what is it about the human brain? something snaps and you do the most unusual things.

in ICU, after she was extubated, she started chewing on everything she can get her hands into, so they restrained her hands. she was smarter than the rest of us of course, because she can reach her hands with her head. so they put on the mighty mittens.

when she got to our unit, i saw the right mitten (i have no clue why they are called mittens, when in reality, they look like white boxing gloves, but no, i am not complaining) was bloody. when i took it off, i found out that she was able to bite off half of the nail of her index finger. i wrapped it with gauze, and another gauze, and another gauze….you get the drift.

i checked her at least every 30 minutes. when i was unable to, i saw more blood, and found out she was able to bite off more skin from the already bleeding finger.

how she managed to do this without feeling pain is beyond me, and that is exactly the reason why i am so amazed at the human brain. a little something snaps somewhere, and you think your finger tastes like french fries, or the NGT tastes like spaghetti. then, as if it is a buy one take one kind of thing, you loose your sense of pain. i was drooling in pain, and for crying out loud, i was only looking at her finger.

i would have been so aggravated by the fact that i reinserted her NGT twice within my shift, since she came down from MICU at midnight, but i wasn’t. it meant changing her gown and the linens too, but i was particularly patient. i thought i would have done worse things if i had the idea that the NGT was some sort of a snack. i felt terrible seeing her and thinking about her condition. it is heartbreaking, to say the least.

i used to joke about wishing i had pica — eating non-foods. i thought it was a good way to save money. imagine not buying anything to eat, but just eating anything.

i stopped joking about it.

it obviously is not funny.

November 11, 2005, 11:06 am

guys, i need an explanation

i was naked. i put on the gown.

i put my feet up, and she did what she had to do.

it didn’t matter that i have been dreading this time of the year for the whole year, and was supposed to have psyched myself up so i was supposed to be prepared. i still wasn’t. and i still hated it.

yeah, like a good girl, i willingly subjected myself to have a pap smear. and as a bonus, she did a rectal exam as well. and all she said before putting the whole of her finger up in my behind was: “this is going to be a little uncomfortable.” a LITTLE uncomfortable? well, she could say that again. a “little” was certainly more than enough.

i am trying to forget everything that happened in that little office the other day. after all, there is definitely no reason for me to say i was harassed right? i was a consenting adult.

but just like any doctor’s visit, the nurses usually go into this small talk mode/mood to try to put the patients at ease. not that it will make the experience less horrible, but they think it will at least take the patient’s mind away from that evil little steel instrument called vaginal speculum.

well, what can i say, the attempted small talk that the nurse recited while she was checking my hemoglobin and doing my vitals, was actually interesting.

when i started my litany on how i hated the idea of opening my legs apart on these occasions, she said: “yeah, all the things women go through. somebody actually told me that if men have to go through all the things we have to, then there will be a lot of fatherless children in this world.”

…”because?” i asked.

“because men would rather just die than go have an annual pap smear or mammogram or even just a physical. we are not even talking about hours and hours of torturous labor and delivery here. just simple, physical exam with a little poke of this and that.”

i was thinking she was just trying to be nice, making me feel like a real grown up so i would spread my legs with gusto, and not give her boss a hard time. but now that she mentioned it, i made an inventory of people i know who chicken out when it comes to going to the doctor, and would turn pale at the mere mention of a simple shot. it turns out, most of them are men.

hhhmmmm…