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Nurses & Nursing are my best subjects, as well as my favorite, being a nurse for over thirty years. I can talk about us all day long (24/7) because I do not only live as one of you but I live with you. My name has even its first letters: MYRN. They say that if you want to specialize in anything, it must be on something that you love most. So, that’s it: I LOVE NURSES & NURSING. What about you?

 

This will feature real time communications, updated and current, online view exchanges between nurses and friends on topics and issues that matter most in professional practice and personal lives.

While I tried to have online presence in a 24/7 mode, it is impossible, I lied. So, I found a resolution to that, to deliver all these blogs that will give all the best, starting from the vine of The Nursing Office.

 

Follow these Bloggers, your own personal coaches, they have a lot to say:

RTConnections by Renee Thompson                        

Digital Doorway, by Keith Carlson                              

Nursing from Within by Elizabeth Scala                    

Confident Voices, by Beth Boyton                             

The Nerdy NurseBrittney Wilson                               

The Gypsy Nurse, by Candy Treft                              

Nurse Gail, by Gail Ingram                                          

Donna Cardillo                                                             

 

https://www.facebook.com/The-Nursing-OfficeCom-200521336656291/?ref=ts

http://blog.rtconnections.com/

Here is my story. I hope you enjoy: 

 

As a new nurse, I worked on a cardiac step down unit and had been caring for an elderly women admitted with heart failure for several days. On an evening before my weekend off, she went into pulmonary edema and I had to call my first code.Once we got her to the ICU, the receiving nurse asked me for report. I was so overcome with emotion that I couldn’t speak a word without crying. I kept looking at this woman who was telling me about her “famous” thumbprint cookies yesterday who was now intubated and unresponsive. I kept thinking that perhaps I had failed her. Did I miss something? Should I have noticed sooner that she was getting into trouble? I felt so responsible and for the first time, felt the emotional pain all nurses experience when bad things happen to our patients.

 

Instead of the receiving ICU nurse being supportive and understanding, she glared at me and yelled, “Are you kidding? Get over it now and give me damn report! I don’t have time for your emotional breakdown.”

I felt as though she slapped me in the face. I composed myself, apologized profusely, gave report and then questioned my ability to be a nurse. Was I really cut out for this type of work? 

 

When I got back to my unit, it was obvious that I had been crying and when some of my co-workers saw me, they rolled their eyes at me and chuckled. I was so embarrassed. Seeing this, a wise older nurse gently grabbed me by the arm and took me into an empty patient’s room. She said, “Don’t ever let anyone make you feel bad about showing your emotions and for feeling empathy for your patients.  Patients expect their nurses to be competent but what they want from us is our compassion.”

I dried my tears and walked back onto the unit with my head held high. 

 

Throughout my 25 years as a nurse, I've cried for patients, prayed with them, laughed, celebrated their successes and mourned their loses. I've never apologized again for showing emotion. Wise words.

 

I would LOVE to read your comments about my story or yours. 

Thanks for reading. Take care and stay connected

Renee

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FOOD for THOUGHT: SELF DISCOVERY

june 24,2018

 

I spent 2 hours this morning doing nothing since I woke up in my hotel room.  But it was enjoyable.  How was that?  But at first, I didn't want to wash because I was being lazy.  But my uncleanliness made me feel uncomfortable.  So I thought it was better to get up than feel dirty.  I knew how clean felt.  So I washed took time to groom myself, and then the joy began until 2 hours later.  I just lay in bed stretched a little, and looked up at the lights and the aircon.  It made me stretch my neck, and my eyes wandered wherever they may fall.  I was conscious of my entire body and my back and limbs laying on the nice bed.  The a/c was making some noise, but the tech said there was no problem.  So I kept on.

When I'm peaceful and enjoying, my body is healing and repaired.  The cells get hydrated and the skin breathes, and the organs come alive.  The juices flow, and you eliminate the body matters.  The feeling of peace overcomes you and time seems not to matter, 

Every cell in my body is important to stretch, even the cells of my heart, in order for it to be strong and healthy.  If the heart is stagnant, it will die.

 

Have a nice day!

Mistview

 

June 25,2018

 

Today I woke up at 4am.  I felt kind of groggy, so I felt perturbed.  Why don't I feel good?  Maybe cos of dinner -- only balut.  So I sat and paced wondering how to fix the prob.  I didn't feel like eating yet, but I surmised I had to because of the lite dindin.  So I took out a pack of skyflakes and poured some coke zero and some water.  I sat at the table and opened the door and ate the crackers and drank the coke and some water.  I could hear the piped in music and the noise from the hallway.  

 

I started looking at the picture above the bed.  And put my let on top of my left knee, listening to the music.  I felt better, yey :)   You do have to eat your almusal and pay attention to your body.

 

And I felt free with the door open, I felt part of the world, not enclosed alone in a room.  Sometimes it is that way I guess.   You have to greet the morning and be part of your community, wherever that might be.  I washed my underwear and started writing.  It's nice to feel alright and that the world is just outside your door or on you backyard.

 

 The morning is such an important moment in the day, the way we experience life in a special way.  There's no future or later or next, jjust the present.  I didn't know I had so many thoughts.  I was worried, it was only 5am and Ann won't wake up until 7.  What do I do in the meantime?  But now I don't care.

 

Have a nice day!

Mistview

 

"If you avoid getting hurt, you will never know what will really happen in the ending, you will never know the truth of it, the truth, that you will survive and go on living."