Recently, someone asked if they could use my logo on their brochure (neat!!). I gave permission, then realized that maybe it would be nice to have a real logo. I asked a dear friend of mine if she wanted to work on it and she agreed.
So what you see there at the top is the new logo! I absolutely love it. I think she did a fantastic job, and I wanted to give her credit here! Her name is Meg Pike – this is her website, and this is her Facebook page. Thanks Meg!! It’s perfect!! (Don’t blame her for the colors – I picked them out. Ha.)
I have a confession to make. I have always welcomed story submissions (and I still do!), but I am not always very good about posting them. To my great embarrassment, Bongi sent me one in 2007 that I held on to, but never posted. Apparently in addition to being severely procrastinatory, I also hoard story submissions. I emailed him to ask if he’d already posted it to his own blog; I’m assuming he did. If he didn’t I’ll post it here. (I promise! Right away! Fast fast!!)
I do have a submission from Jeanne from 2009. She writes:
Have you ever leaped to the conclusion that a patient is a bit confused only to have him redeem his grasp of the situation by proving himself to be spot on? Consider a 92 year old patient who required assistance out of bed by myself and a nurse’s aid. He was your quintessential little old gentleman whose English pronunciation, as well as sensibilities, had all the old world charm of European Italy. We also knew him to be vague, at times, with poor insight.
As we assisted him to the side of the bed for a transfer, he began to moan, “I’m a man, I’m a man.” We assumed that his consternations were related to his need to be assisted by women, and were strictly sociological in nature. We reassured him that, as a “man,” he was gaining strength with physical therapy, and that he was a “fine, strong man.” Nonetheless, his protestations persisted, “I’m a man, I’m a man.” We, in an effort to get the transfer accomplished, continued to reinforce to him just what a fine man he was. Nonetheless, he continued wailing, “I’m a man, I’m a man.” Finally, I got right down to eye level, hoping I could focus this gent back onto the task at hand. He looked me straight in the eye and proclaimed, “I’m a man. I’m a man. And I’m sitting on my goddam balls!!!” Needless to say, this brought everyone down to earth in very short order, and situation resolution was achieved.
Oh my. Another story, this one from Alan RN, (also from 2009):
One of the times I felt I really helped a patient as a nurse occurred in the early ’80′s. A male in his late 30′s had a motorcycle accident requiring a below knee amputation after post-op infections. I worked with him in the ortho clinic over many months and learned he was a Vietnam veteran. I was a Navy corpsman in the early 70′s but with no deployment to Vietnam, yet he still called me “doc” and we swapped military stories.
About a year later he returned after another motorcycle accident, now requiring another below knee amputation. He was post-op on the ortho floor when I learned he was back. He was quickly earning the negative reputation among the nurses and physicians as a “biker”–throwing stuff, swearing, etc. I talked with him and he confided in me that he was “going crazy” because of the child crying next door. In short, the crying triggered what we now are learning more about–post traumatic stress syndrome and he was afraid to bring it up to the staff and not appear macho. Fortunately I had seen this in war vets while on active duty. I spoke with the nursing staff and residents, and advised them to “back off” him and change his room. Things went better for him after that and he calmed down enough to work with the staff through his admission. These days with shorter length of stays it’s tough to learn enough about a patient–something to keep in mind if a patient is acting out, with more vets returning to civilian life now.
And finally, here is one from Linsey, RN (from 2010. Hey, we’re getting there):
I hope that everyone reading this can congratulate me on my first ever blog experiences. I am currently studying for my BSN and learning about blogs was a assignment of mine. CodeBlog has stood out to me because it is unlike any other blog that I found and I will visit the blog regularly to see what interesting stories people are sharing. (Thanks Linsey! Sorry it took me 2 years to give you your first blogging experience.)
I am a new nurse and have been at this career for three years. I think that I will probably consider myself to be a new nurse until I hit the ten year mark because some days I am totally comfortable but some days I am totally lost. There are nights I go home and can’t stop thinking about the events of the day… did I remember everything… will I get the infamous phone call from my manager that I messed up one of the fifty pages of paperwork I did that day.
Since I was a little girl playing with my tea-set I wanted to be a nurse. Some kids change their career aspirations but all I ever wanted to be was a nurse. In high school I almost lost my dream and fell into a downward destructive spiral… And then I buried my ten year old cousin and close friend. That experience made me realize that I was wasting my life and I lost my bad friends, made some good friends and jumped right into school.
This experience and those of my family who have also had similar problems have made me the kind of nurse I am today. I have learned to be patient with those around me whether they are staff or patients. I have learned to accept all people for who they are rather than what society wants them to be. Finally I have learned social skills that can’t be taught in a class but only learned through one’s life experiences. Nursing has completed my life and soul. It is wonderful to be in a profession that on most days, I am excited to go to work, I am excited to help people and gives me opportunity to realize how small my problems really are…That to me is the essence of nursing.
So there you have it. Instead of being 5 (FIVE!) years behind on story submissions, I am now only 2 years behind. Thanks for reading :)