being a nurse

I think I'll just hang out here alone for a little while before I go visit my blogging friends, now that I've verified that they're all still alive.

I'm back in school, so I've been thinking a lot about the ins and outs of the nursing profession again. All the hollow shells of academic theories that I learned back in Chicago, I'm now finding the snails that live inside.

When people ask me "what's the most f%cked up situation you've ever been in?", I could probably name a lot of things outside of work, but I think they mean as a nurse.

It's really difficult to pick a single story that tops them all, because every patient encounter I've had has its own strange idiosyncrasies, and how can you rate them? (I guess it would go like this: on a 1-10 scale, with 10 at the top of the f%cked up factor, 1 would be getting a spot of blood on my uniform, 10 would be the patient puking up blood all over the floor and my shoes just before he codes)

I think the better question to ask a nurse is "What is the most rewarding situation you've been in?"

That gets us thinking past the exhaustion and frustration, and we remember how we picked up on a subtle clue that portended early sepsis, effectively saving a patient's life. Or the time a patient in the ER thanked us for treating them with the dignity and respect that they deserved.

We remember that the work we're doing is not in vain. Focusing on the positive might just be the solution we need to keeping more good nurses around.

breakfast thoughts

Hello,

I've been up all night at work looking at photos of babies born without brains and reminding myself that the words "autosomal dominant" are words that I should never forget.

I think I'll make some banana pancakes, on that note.

It's still randomly in the 90's here, yet my yard looks and smells like autumn. I'll know it's really fall when the spiders hide away. Charlotte's babies have come back to haunt all the corners of the house this summer.

Happy Sunday, happy Day After September 11th, happy respite from blogging, happy Bisquick in the freezer so I don't need to dig out the cookbook.