MScott1851
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Disney Doll.. I understand what you were trying to say. Sometimes the family unconsciously makes it very difficult to care for the patient by being unfairly demanding or expecting to take priority over every other patient.
Amazing Grace, that is definitely the worst part of my job...I've had to go into a room and act like nothing was wrong while I was waiting on the PMD to come in and talk to the family, but knew that the beautiful child in the bed had acute leukemia. I've sat in the bathroom floor and cried with a 15 year old who had just had a postive pregnancy test and promised her that I wouldn't leave her while the doctor told her parents.
I've been a hysterical wreck all night and unable to sleep because of something that happened yesterday. The hospital I work at now doesn't encourage family members to be present during codes. I disagree wholeheartedly with that, and I hope this demonstrates why. Right before I was supposed to leave, and this adorable little old couple came in, the lady was having some shortness of breath. Her husband rode in the ambulance with her, and as soon as we got her in the room the clerk whisked him outside to get her registered. He said, "I never leave her alone while she's sick, can I come back in when I'm done?" I said, "Yeah, come on in as soon as you get her registered," but the other nurse and the doctor said, "No, he better wait in the family room while we get her settled." To make a long story short, and to save myself some more grief she arrested and DIED within 30 seconds after that. I've never seen anyone go so quickly, and it is haunting me that I was the last face she saw, not her husbands. She was sitting up in bed gasping for air, looking toward the sound of his voice as he left the room, and then she looked back straight ahead at me, and then she just was gone. Afterward, I sat with her husband and cried with him as he told me how they had never been apart more than two days since they had been married. Even in his incredible grief, he took the time to thank me for being there with her and for all I had done, and for sitting with him while he waited on his daughter. After they had left, my shift was over, and I went home and hugged my husband until I thought he was going to pop, thanking God I didn't have to stay and deal with anything else that day, because I don't think I could have handled it.
So sometimes it's not that we aren't sensitive to your needs, it's just that we've been an emotional punching bag for 12 hours and need a little TLC ourselves. I had such a horrible night last month that I actually cried because the lab was NICE to me! (and all nurses know that the lab is our mortal enemy!
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Amazing Grace, that is definitely the worst part of my job...I've had to go into a room and act like nothing was wrong while I was waiting on the PMD to come in and talk to the family, but knew that the beautiful child in the bed had acute leukemia. I've sat in the bathroom floor and cried with a 15 year old who had just had a postive pregnancy test and promised her that I wouldn't leave her while the doctor told her parents.
I've been a hysterical wreck all night and unable to sleep because of something that happened yesterday. The hospital I work at now doesn't encourage family members to be present during codes. I disagree wholeheartedly with that, and I hope this demonstrates why. Right before I was supposed to leave, and this adorable little old couple came in, the lady was having some shortness of breath. Her husband rode in the ambulance with her, and as soon as we got her in the room the clerk whisked him outside to get her registered. He said, "I never leave her alone while she's sick, can I come back in when I'm done?" I said, "Yeah, come on in as soon as you get her registered," but the other nurse and the doctor said, "No, he better wait in the family room while we get her settled." To make a long story short, and to save myself some more grief she arrested and DIED within 30 seconds after that. I've never seen anyone go so quickly, and it is haunting me that I was the last face she saw, not her husbands. She was sitting up in bed gasping for air, looking toward the sound of his voice as he left the room, and then she looked back straight ahead at me, and then she just was gone. Afterward, I sat with her husband and cried with him as he told me how they had never been apart more than two days since they had been married. Even in his incredible grief, he took the time to thank me for being there with her and for all I had done, and for sitting with him while he waited on his daughter. After they had left, my shift was over, and I went home and hugged my husband until I thought he was going to pop, thanking God I didn't have to stay and deal with anything else that day, because I don't think I could have handled it.
So sometimes it's not that we aren't sensitive to your needs, it's just that we've been an emotional punching bag for 12 hours and need a little TLC ourselves. I had such a horrible night last month that I actually cried because the lab was NICE to me! (and all nurses know that the lab is our mortal enemy!
