Tuesday, February 19, 2013

I Am From

I was looking through some old school notebooks and came across this. It was an assignment from my cultural diversity class, and one that I actually put some effort into completing :)

I Am From

I am from mountain peaks and sunny skies.
Summer sprinklers, bare feet, flip flops.
Sand boxes, mud pies, swing sets.
I am from imagination and make-believe.

I am from snowflakes, snowmen, and snow angles.
Hoggle Zoo,Lagoon, camping.
Cabbage patch dolls, care bears, coloring books.
I am from Saturday morning cartoons with dad.

I am from love, support, strong family values.
Encouragement, expectations, standards.
Take care of what you have, opportunity.
I am from money doesn't grow on trees.

I am from work hard for what you want.
Blue A, Aggies, basketball.
Study, work, succeed.
I am from get along, you can't have too many friends.

I am from road trips, vacation, travel, laughter.
New York City, buildings, Broadway, people, busy.
Orange County, beaches, Disney, customer service.
I am from Seattle, lakes, rivers, tunnels, emerald.

I am from heart ache and heartbreak.
Keep on going, never give up, never accept less than perfect.
Don't settle, anything worth doing is worth doing right.
I am from image is everything, actions speak louder than words.

I am from controlled chaos, adrenaline, don't sit.
I am from. Me.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

On Valentine's Day

That moment when it's all new. Before you even hold hands, when your fingers accidentally graze then linger on purpose. Maybe the last two fingers on your hand hook the first two of his. Just for the briefest of moments. That connection, that... that something that solidifies your core to a warm liquid pot of... something that radiates to ever nerve ending in your body. Then eye contact, a sly smile -or half -and you're lost.

That moment when you stand with toes touching, you smile, you laugh coyly, shake your head at the ground and glance back up and you're locked. You lean ever so imperceptibly closer. That moment when your lips are millimeters away. Your eyes close, there's the smallest of sharp inhales. That moment.

Friday, January 11, 2013

Frustration Abounds

A conversation I had with the mother of a very sick and very tiny TINY (I guess that should be tiny) baby: (It's worth noting that this is a step above the "Did you have to go to school to do what you do?" question)

Mom: So, how much school did you have to do for this? (As I'm starting a fluid infusion in her infant's tiny IV)
Me: Four years.
Mom: Oh, that's not bad then.
Me: (smile) Uh ...I wouldn't trade it for anything. (She has no idea the HELL that is nursing school. The feeling of constantly drowning. Constant.)
Mom: So did you have to do, like, science and a bunch of stuff?
Me: ...What do you mean...
Mom: You know, like anatomy and biology and stuff, or was it all just nursing stuff?
Me: Well, yeah, there was a good two years of anatomy, microbiology, biology, chemistry, physiology, pathphysiology, all sorts of science just to get into the program. Then there were the nursing classes on top of it. Pharmacology, etc.
Mom: Oh, ok. But then you don't have to remember that anymore because you never use it, right?
Me: (trying SO hard, she's not being degrading, she's quite nice, but WHAT?!) Actually, no, I use every bit of that science every single day in my job.
Mom: (incredulous) Really?!  Wow!

Sigh. It's not her fault. It's not really her that's ignorant, it's society.  Even nurses. I digress. One of the nurses who works in out chest pain-observation unit posted a Christmas card on the announcement board at work wishing all of her coworkers a Merry Christmas. I don't remember the exact saying on the inside. I tried hard to forget, because it is the very thing that irritates me, and it was coming from one of my own!  The gist of the saying was that God had taken two of various body parts (eyes, hands, hearts -probably just one of those) that had various attributes such as caring, soft, sympathy, etc, put them together and called it nurse.  Sigh. A nurse is those things. One-hundred percent. But there was not a single mention of intelligence, skill, knowledge, or things of the sort.

Have you ever tried to search for a quote to highlight these attributes of nursing? I just did. And I couldn't find a single one. Not a serious one. There are all sorts of nursing humor jokes about being nice to your nurse since we keep doctors from killing you. These are funny because they are true. In addition to being kind and caring and compassionate, nurses are intelligent, hard-working, knowledgeable life-saving individuals.

A beloved former coworker of mine, Dr. Graham Walker, put it so much better than I ever could in an article he published in the Emergency Medicine News. Read it --this is why he's a FANTASTIC physician.

I remember thinking to myself and saying aloud to my mother and a few friends that I didn't mean to sound offensive, but I had no IDEA that nurses knew SO much! This was when I was in nursing school. I didn't tell the mother of the infant I was caring for that in fact, the Guinness Book of World Records has named the bachelor's degree in Nursing the most difficult and intellectually challenging of any four-year degree in the world.  And it should be. Think about it. Do you realize that the person who is putting the very small IV in the very small vein of your very small infant is the one caring for your child? Would it not terrify you to think that the person responsible for keeping your child alive did not have an extensive grueling education? That they didn't have extensive training and years of experience? Do you not want -even expect them to be intelligent experts?  I certainly would!

But unless people have gone through nursing school, or been in a situation where a nurse has saved their life or the life of a loved one, how would they know?  The media certainly doesn't paint a picture of this nurse. And I don't think it's their fault, I'm just saying it's not out there.

The terrifying part to me as a health care professional with three college degrees and nine years of emergency experience, is that even as I write this the names and faces of nurses I work with or have worked with in the past are floating through my head. And the faces floating through my head I would not allow to touch a single hair on my nephew's head. I would not trust them to count a single respiration.  Here-in lies part of the problem as well.

Another conversation I had with a coworker last night -regarding another very sick child. I had been asked to get the pediatric resus tray and bring it to a room. If that doesn't get your attention, I don't know what will. I ran to the room with the requested tray and saw a room full of people caring for a very still two-year old child. Still two year-olds are bad. But the nurses and the physicians in the room were fantastic at what we do, and having served my purpose, I left them to do what they do, and returned to caring for my own patients. This conversation was several hours later in the break-room with the nurse who handed off care of the patient just before the resus trays were requested to be on standby outside the room.

Me:  How did that kiddo end up doing? Did he get out of here ok? (he was transferred to a pediatric intensive care unit)
Other RN:  Yeah, he did. He just didn't look that sick at first.
Me: What was his deal?
Other RN: They think it was a bronchiolitis that turned into a bad pneumonia.
Me: Oh. What was his respiratory rate when he first came in?
Other RN: Oh, I don't know. 34 or something unremarkable.

Sigh.  Thirty-four is a normal respiratory rate for a two year old. When I walked into the room with the tray, the child was having oxygen blown near their face, and if he had bronchiolitis and pneumonia and a fever there is no way you can convince me that his respiratory rate was actually 34. It's impossible. I guarantee you it was probably around the 50-60 range. Not good. Here's the problem. Most of us count respiratory rates on the regular adult patient by a 2-second glance and say, oh, it's probably 16. The exceptions to this are ANYONE with a respiratory complaint at all, or a respiratory history, and ANY child. ANY child. EVERY child needs to have their respirations counted for a full minute regardless of what their complaint is. Few people do it. It's wrong. How do we fix it? I've had many conversations with our clinical educator about this (don't get me started on this woman) to no avail. I tell each and every tech I work with that I expect this to be done, and I will make them redo it if I don't think it was done accurately. I also tell them why. I'm the same way with temperatures and appropriately-sized blood pressure cuffs, but that's another post.

I've gotten so very far off track, and honestly most of this blabbering is just for me. I need to get it out, and I get that it doesn't make sense to everyone. I'm just so frustrated!!!  I'm frustrated that I am not respected for the professional that I am in part because of other incompetent nurses. I'm frustrated that I work for a place that keeps hiring people and insufficiently training them. I began my nursing career in a hospital where excellence was expected and anything less was not tolerated. You were expected to come to work and do your job properly and seek out the new and cutting edge technology and information that was at your fingertips. Not every hospital is like this. I learned this while I was travelling. Most of them have been though. And I think we all have a responsibility to make our environment better. I see great opportunity to help here and I just keep running into brick walls. And it's not that I'm the end-all expert in what I do, but I do take great pride in it, and I am good. I could be better, and I strive to become better every hour that I'm at work.  At what point do I throw in the towel and realize that it's not going to work and to put myself back in a situation where excellence is expected, where excellence is the norm? If we can't even fix the deficiencies in our own departments, we can't expect the public to respect the knowledge and skill and experience that we have, because there will always be exceptions. I'm used to working with people like Dr. Walker in the article I linked above. That is the excellence I expect of myself and of each coworker around me. I don't think it's too much to ask when your career is saving people's lives. I don't know what the answer is. I think it should start with the people that are hired, with the people that train them, and for the love of all that is good and holy, sometimes you just need to do people a favor and tell them when it's not working out. Because the ER is not for everyone. And that's the great thing about nursing. There is a perfect spot for every nurse where each one can excel. We're not doing ANYONE any favors by keeping sub-standard employees around of any kind. Sigh.

Remember when I resolved to look for the good in humanity and positive things in my job that could be so easy to loose sight of? Tomorrow is another day I suppose. Sigh.

Monday, January 7, 2013

A New Year

It's that time of year again I suppose. My disdain for following mass media tradition is well documented. However, while the rest of the world is setting goals --most of which they have no intention of keeping, I'll share with you a few of my recent resolutions. I resolve to live more simply. I resolve to be more punctual and caught up with my life. I resolve to renew my thirst for continual knowledge and intellectual stimulation, and continue my appetite for the new adventure.  I resolve --as always, this is a hard one for me, one I'm continually renewing and evolving-- to be kinder to myself. To be more loving, to see the hope in humanity that is sometimes dim in my profession. I resolve to spend more time searching out the positive.  In lieu of these resolutions, gulp, I think it's time for me to travel less. Just for a short time. No need to panic.  It's time to buckle down, pay off the debts that have been gnawing at me for years and spend more time exploring the wonderland around me. There is so much to be seen and enjoyed that I haven't done yet right here that doesn't require excessive travel funds until such things can be put in order. There are so many books to be read, that will let my brain travel and learn new things, new cultures, new ideas. There is so much to get caught up on. In addition to my debts and piles of unread books, are a few years of scrapbooking, and a small notebook of reminders of things still to be blogged.  There is the matter as well of accepting the reality that I am indeed getting older and that responsibility dictates that I make appointments with the dermatologist that I've been meaning to see for a while. And perhaps I should really tell my doctor about my heartburn and gastritis that I've been treating myself for --silly nurses.  And I really should see the podiatrist for my feet that have been bothering me. It's time to take care of myself in all ways, starting from the ground up. And once the foundations are solid, BOY are there some amazing things on the horizon!! Stay tuned world, it's gonna be a fantastic ride!!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Mad. I'm just Mad.

Dear Coach Anderson:

Congratulations. I sincerely wish you and your family nothing but the best. I'm a sports fan. I'm not a "girly" sports fan, I'm pretty hard-core. That being said, I am a girl, and the reason a lot of girls don't get too involved in sports is that there's a huge emotional commitment involved for us. And it hurts to be betrayed. I feel betrayed. I get that it's a business, and that this was clearly the best financial decision. And I wouldn't have felt betrayed --sad,but not betrayed-- had you not just done an entire interview about how you were NOT under ANY circumstances leaving Logan. Wisconsin has been in the hunt for a head coach for weeks. You can't tell me that this happened overnight. This one will sting for a while. Aggie Nation has been spurned by you. We do not forgive or forget easily.  How do you look the team that you made, the young men that you brought in the eyes and tell them that they aren't good enough?

Dear SeaHAWKS:

Go baby go!! I believe that we will win!!!!!


Also... if the world really is ending on Friday and we're all going to hell, I'm glad I'm going to work. Can you imagine the part we'll be having?! ;)



Wednesday, December 12, 2012

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I want to go to Greece. Sigh.



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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Athens

There was a day. A day in college when, after watching The Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants, my roommates and I made a pact. We were going to Greece when we turned 30. Fast-forward ten years. One is married with baby number two on the way. One had plans to spend the summer in Southeast Asia with YouthClinic on a mission trip. And the other was slaving away working all summer for the University.  And there I was. Slaving away in Seattle... there's just one thing. I still had a dream. And I was committed. Fast-forward 13-months of planning and me and three dear friends from work are in an airport in Philadelphia. We were in the jet-way waiting in line to get on the massive airliner and it hit me. I was going to Greece. This was it, I'd really done it. We snapped a photo, roller bags in hand and settled into our seats.


I had never been on such a large plane! We had come prepared for the 12 hour flight with plenty of anti-anxiety and sleeping medications. After doling them out for the just-in-case-we-woke-up scenario, we settled in. When we got up in the air we cheers-ed with our waters and downed the lunesta. I reached up above me to turn off my overhead light... it did NOT turn off when you pushed it. It did however give me a good second-degree burn to my finger.  Never fear. I added a vicodin to my sleepy-cocktail, stuck the finger in my bottle of water and went to sleep. My finger felt better, but the blister stayed with me for the majority of the trip :(


We landed safely in Athens twelve hours later and I woke up just as we were descending. It was perfect.  Of course I had been woken up a few times on flight when the flight attendants brought us food. Apparently it's not like on domestic flights when if you're sleeping they assume you don't want your complimentary beverage and peanuts. I forgave them. Probably because of the narcotics.  Anywho... So we landed in Athens and made it through my first customs line. And we got our first stamps in our passports!!! Well, all of us but Krista.


It was a pretty big deal. So was the driver I had arranged for to pick us up and take us to our hotel. He had my name on a card and everything!! We followed him out to the car and he offered us each a bottled water for the drive. We accepted and got in the car, giddy with excitement. It was 9am when we landed in Athens and we were excited for a day of fun.  We each took a sip of our bottled water, and I don't know about everyone else, but I was instantly dismayed. I did not like the water in Greece. It had this TERRIBLE metallic taste to it. And I am a water drinker. Seriously. I kept at it though, thinking that I'd have to get used to it, or it was going to be a long week. After a few sips I said something to the other girls. They thought the same thing. It was at that moment that Siobhan remembered that the one time she'd taken lunesta before, she'd had the same problem. Boy was I relieved!!! It wasn't the water, it was a side-effect of the medicine. I was going to be ok after all.  Our driver was great, and even stopped on a ridge as we first came into Athens so we could take photos of the amazing ancient landscape.


We checked into our hotel at the Athens Cypria and settled in... Got connected to the wifi so we could check out Greek Google, then we headed out to explore. By far the pinnacle of our time in Athens was the amazing history we saw while there. There are no words to express how it felt to walk through the birthplace of democracy --literally. How crazy is that?!  And the ruins built by a civillization thousands of years ago that are still standing today. It was beyond words.