Sunday 5 August 2018

The Story Continues...


Day 10 best joke a patients told you
It has to be I’m allergic to codiene but not morphine, or I don’t know how it got there.....
Day 11 what do you eat on your break on the rare occasions that I get a proper break usually very boring, yoghurt fruit or sand which maybe crisps or a chocolate bar, sometimes I’ll have cereal or toast, especially on nights or a pasta pot and a very big glass of cold Pepsi max.

Day 12 when did you decide to become a nurse
That’s easy when I was about two or three as shown in the photo, seriously though I can’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a nurse it’s all I’ve ever wanted to do as long as I can remember...

Day 13 what was your favourite placement, i trained in the dark ages and we did common foundation programme, and were privileged to have mental health paediatrics Learning disability and midwifery placements for 3weeks each one, LD was my favourite.

Day 14 3 self care ideas
Have a hobby that is nothing to do with work
Use your leave wisely
Get a dog

Day 15 where do you hope to be in 5 years time I hope I will be a qualified or working  towards being an ANP in criminal justice nursing

Day 16thoughts on nursing as a degree

This is a controversial subject, but it needn’t be so, Nursing should be a degree, why not it’s an academic qualification as well as a practical one, I think provided the placement time is utilised adequately and the students do not think that they are too good for ward work the fact you have a nursing degree does not make you a better or a worse nurse than me who had an advanced diploma, after all the end objective is still the same....















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When God Created Nurses

When the Lord made Nurses He was into his sixth day of overtime.

An angel appeared and said, "You're doing a lot of fiddling around on this one." And the Lord said, "Have you read the specs on this order? A nurse has to be able to help an injured person, breathe life into a dying person, and give comfort to a family that has lost their only child and not wrinkle their uniform. They have to be able to lift 3 times their own weight, work 12 to 16 hours straight without missing a detail, console a grieving mother as they are doing CPR on a baby they know will never breathe again. They have to be in top mental condition at all times, running on too-little sleep, black coffee and half-eaten meals. And they have to have six pairs of hands.

The angel shook her head slowly and said, "Six pairs of hands...no way!" "It's not the hands that are causing me problems," said the Lord, "It's the two pairs of eyes a nurse has to have." "That's on the standard model?" asked the angel. The Lord nodded.

"One pair that does quick glances while making note of any physical changes, And another pair of eyes that can look reassuringly at a bleeding patient and say, "You'll be all right ma'am" when they know it isn't so."

"Lord," said the angel, touching his sleeve, "rest and work on this tomorrow." "I can't," said the Lord, "I already have a model that can talk to a 250 pound grieving family member whose child has been hit by a drunk driver...who, by the way, is laying in the next room uninjured, and feed a family of five on a nurse's paycheck."

The angel circled the model of the nurse very slowly, "Can it think?" she asked. "You bet," said the Lord. "It can tell you the symptoms of 100 illnesses; recite drug calculations in its sleep; intubate, defibrillate, medicate, and continue CPR nonstop until help arrives...and still it keeps its sense of humor. This nurse also has phenomenal personal control. They can deal with a multi-victim trauma, coax a frightened elderly person to unlock their door, comfort a murder victim's family, and then read in the daily paper how nurses are insensitive and uncaring and are only doing a job." Finally, the angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the nurse.

"There's a leak," she pronounced. "I told you that you were trying to put too much into this model." "That's not a leak," said the Lord, "It's a tear." "What's the tear for?" asked the angel. "It's for bottled-up emotions, for patients they've tried in vain to save, for commitment to the hope that they will make a difference in a person's chance to survive, for life." "You're a genius," said the angel.

The Lord looked somber. "I didn't put it there," He said.