Happiness is...
... being gently humbled.
Right before I walked out the door, I prayed, "I don't want to be a nurse tonight. Please help me be a good nurse none-the-less. Help me take good care of them."
I spent the entire night with my eighty-something demented patient that was so agitated and confused, staffing had made her a 1:1 (one nurse, one patient). After a rough first hour, I finally just parked a chair next to her bed and only left briefly to get new meds/IV's. She quietly relaxed as I gave her my hand to hold. Instead of holding, she rubbed, massaged, and patted it for the next 11 hours.
Last night, she took good care of me.
I didn't want to go to work last night.
I hoped someone would sympathize with me.
It's hard to get sympathy when you only work 3 days a week.
However, I REALLY didn't want to go to work.Right before I walked out the door, I prayed, "I don't want to be a nurse tonight. Please help me be a good nurse none-the-less. Help me take good care of them."
I spent the entire night with my eighty-something demented patient that was so agitated and confused, staffing had made her a 1:1 (one nurse, one patient). After a rough first hour, I finally just parked a chair next to her bed and only left briefly to get new meds/IV's. She quietly relaxed as I gave her my hand to hold. Instead of holding, she rubbed, massaged, and patted it for the next 11 hours.
Last night, she took good care of me.
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I agree with your mom, this brought tears.. When my grandma was passing.. I remember that doctor that stayed the night with us and sat and held my grandmas hand and made sure she was comfortable.. You will never know what that ment to your patient to have you by her side... You are truely amazing!!!
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