Archive for February, 2008

Published by Sean on 25 Feb 2008

Busy!

It has taken me all morning to catch up on what I wanted to write on my blog,  including making some changes to the visual style etc. I just can’t believe how busy I have been with work and career stuff! I have been going to bed thinking about nursing, and waking up with nursing on my brain. Frequently, I dream of taking care of patients. This career really can be all-consuming!

Last week, I wrote my cardiology assessment exam. This was a doozy! It’s tough to have ECG interpretation and hemodynamic monitoring (amongst a million other details) thrown at you all at once, to learn in two weeks.

Now, I have about a week and a half to learn the renal unit and write the test. On top of that, I need to learn the approximately two-hundred paged pharmacology unit for my actual ICU orientation that starts two weeks from today.

I guess the good news is that I will have a huge head-start when we do the hemodynamic monitoring, renal, ECG, respiratory units when I do my orientation. I will be feeling lucky that I have a fairly good grasp of the theoretical components. The tough part will be getting a strong, confident grasp on the hands-on skills.

My other fear is meeting new people. I’m not looking forward to being the new person that knows nobody and isn’t known by anyone. I hate the idea of being the “student” after finally getting used to being the “go-to person.”

But, what the heck, challenges and change is what makes life interesting!

Published by Sean on 25 Feb 2008

Book Review Flashback

In celebration of my blog’s new focus, I would like to repost a review of the book that instantly convinced me to become an ICU nurse. When I had my interview for the ICU, I wasn’t ashamed to say that I wanted to work there because of Tilda Shalof’s book. Have a read, the book review says it all!

When I first read Tilda Shalof’s book, “A Nurse’s Story: Life, Death, and In-Between in an Intensive Care Unit” three years ago, it changed the course of my entire nursing career.

When I began work on my Bachelor’s degree in Nursing, I was dead set on becoming an Emergency Room nurse. My vision was completely tunneled, and no other alternative was acceptable. When I wrote a paper in my first of four years entitled “Why I Became a Nurse,” I wrote that I became a nurse because I loved the television show ER and I wanted to be just like the nurses I saw on TV. This reason was partially in defiance of what I felt was an essay topic suitable for a grade three class, and partly because I wanted to be unique. I was quite aware that what they were looking for were stories of being “called” to the profession.

However, in Tilda Shalof’s book, I found a new hero (sorry Carol Hathoway)! The author takes our hand and pulls us, with eye’s wide open, into the world of the ICU. When I first read the book, I had minimal real-life hospital experience. I had only spent about eighty hours on a medical unit giving bed baths and helping patients to the bathroom. At the time, the ICU was a completely mysterious and inaccessible place (and to a large extent, still is). There were no television shows that focused around the lives of the doctors and nurses that inhabited their halls, and I knew that my education would not include any critical care experience.

Thanks to Shalof’s accounts, I discovered that the ICU was a completely unique experience in nursing. Instead of many patients, the nurse has one patient that they focus on completely throughout the day. Shalof describes in much detail the many focused tasks that ICU nurses are continually performing: all the tubes that must be checked, the monitors that must be monitored, and the constant assessing and adjusting of treatments.

But as nurses know, the direct patient care is only the tip of the iceberg. Shalof shows us the true behind the scenes workings of the ICU: constant debates with doctors, the nursing of families, the education of new nurses, the chaos of being charge nurse. She also reaches into the depths of a nurse’s soul to expose the emotional vulnerabilities in caring for extremely sick patients, as well as the fear that comes with the possibility of making a mistake at any time.

Fortunately (and this is my favorite part of the book), Shalof completes her portrait of the ICU with descriptions and dialogs of the nurses and doctors that surround her. Each of them with a unique personality that shows differing opinions and complementary strengths. These characters are her support group and remind me (and will remind any nurse) of those that surround them in their own jobs.

Shalof does not shy away from any topic. From discussion of adoring some patients while disliking others, and certain “shitty” nursing tasks, to a mother’s possible indiscretions with her mentally handicapped Son. These stories serve as the backbone for her larger discussion of nursing as a profession.

When I first read this book I was focused on the fascinating stories and tasks performed in the ICU. But on more recent readings, I realized that the true story is the angst that the author is feeling throughout her career. She discusses foremost the fine balancing act nurses must walk between emotional connection and disconnection with each patient. This constant struggle causes turmoil and (I would say) neurosis within nurses.

Another reoccurring theme is that of how much treatment is too much. Shalof vividly describes stories in which families and doctors go too far to keep patients alive, instead of allowing them to die peacefully. The characters in the book all add their opinions to this ongoing debate that does not have a concrete solution. From this debate comes one of my favorite mottos that I have taken to heart, “We can withdraw treatment, but we never withdraw care.”

The moments that connect with me the most are her brief, yet poignant descriptions of floor nurses. Shalof describes the absolute chaos she and her patients feel when they are transferred out of the ICU with 1:1 nursing care to the floor where nurses may have up to eight patients. As a floor nurse, I can see the shock this causes a patient, and the difficulty they and their families have when being transferred. I have often witnessed their anxiety when a nurse is not present at all times. In fact, we jokingly refer to it as ICUitis, and is usually diagnosed during a night shift when the patient starts hitting the call bell every two minutes for the smallest of reasons.

Now, I said that this book changed the course of my entire career, and that is true. The moment I finished this book in my first year of nursing school, I abandoned all plans to become an ER nurse, firmly aware that I wanted to work in the ICU. I have read this book again and again and I continue to come to the same conclusion. In fact, I have just recently been accepted the Critical Care certificate program and will begin the theoretical portions this fall.

So, I tip my hat to Tilda Shalof (and all of “Laura’s Line”) who has inspired me in my career and my nursing care. Shalof has since written a book entitled “The Making of a Nurse” that describes her life outside of the ICU and how it affected her career. I recommend both books with all my heart, which is why they have a permanent home on my blog (look to your left). There is not one single nurse that would not benefit from a read of this extraordinary realistic account of ICU nursing. I only hope somebody, someday writes a similar account of nursing from the perspective of a medical-surgical nurse.

The biggest reward of writing this review was hearing from Tilda Shalof herself! I was absolutely awed when the following comment appeared on my blog:

Dear Sean,

I love your blog. Reading it, I hear the voice of a strong nurse, speaking out, sharing his stories, telling it like it is, taking a stand, and representing to the world some of the best qualities of our profession - in short, I love it!! I am thrilled also to know that you enjoyed my book and that it had such a positive effect on you. I love critical care nursing too, as you know, and I am sure you will enjoy it and find it endlessly challenging and stimulating. I also have a sense that the kind of nurse you are will find yourself at home in in any/every specialty. All I can say is we are lucky to have you and oh yes, keep on writing. I am completley in agreement with your views on our Canadian health care system that you wrote about most recently.

Best, Tilda Shalof

I love the the feeling that my career is blossoming and my life is going somewhere…

Published by Sean on 25 Feb 2008

The Ups and Downs of My First Year in the ICU

I have decided to slightly refocus my blog toward the big changes that are happening in my career. In two weeks from today, I will be sitting in a classroom on my first day of orientation for the ICU. I am excited, scared, anxious, happy, panicked, and maniacally happy! I know that the next year will be one of the most important and memorable in my life.

In order to reflect these emotions, I’m dedicating my blog to the experiences of a new ICU nurse. My goal is to highlight my stories–the ups and downs that I go through.

I have even renamed my blog: Nurse Sean (dot) com: The Ups and Downs of My First Year in the ICU.

I hope everyone enjoys my new theme!

Published by Sean on 19 Feb 2008

You want me to learn WHAT?!?!?

My pants are wet!

I received my ICU orientation manuals today. I decided to be proactive and get them a couple weeks before my training started. The unit educator plopped into my hands two eight inch binders (but you know how guys are…they were probably only six inches) full of information I will need to cram into my head.

Then, after realizing I only had three weeks to learn all the information contained in these binders, I immediately peed my pants–and that’s how they got wet…

Then I learned I only have ten buddy shifts before being on my own!

CODE BROWN!!!!

Published by Sean on 18 Feb 2008

Abu Hamza finds out his nurse is gay - is not happy

One handed islamic firebrand, Abu Hamza has a male nurse to assist him getting dressed and washed in prison - and has just found out that the guy is gay. I have to wonder if the placement of the nurse was deliberate :)

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Published by Sean on 18 Feb 2008

I love the opening scene of this video!

Published by Sean on 16 Feb 2008

Do Nurses Nurture, Soothe, or Heal? What DO Nurses do?

Following my post several days ago here, I discussed the same topic on a message board I subscribe to. One response said the following:

Sean, as a nurse, I would think your job would be very nurturing and people oriented and you would be able to delve into the passionate side of healthcare; healing and helping people deal with sickness and sometimes even death. When I think of machines related to healthcare, I think of technicians and that people who do that kind of work should be of the more clinical and analytical sort rather than the spiritual or esoteric sort.

After reading this, I felt I needed to respond with the following:

I think it is a common misconception that a Nurse’s main duty is do “nurture,” “help,” “care,” etc.  In my opinion, it is one of the reasons this profession is being held back! The world still imagines us as sitting at a patient’s bedside, wiping sweaty brows and speaking angelic words. Then, when the almighty doctor enters, the nurse stands, listens to the doctors orders, says, “yes, sir!” and goes back to wiping brows. These ideas overly feminize the profession and marginalize it as a subservient position. Sure, it CAN be people-oriented, if there’s time, but usually there just isn’t.

I will give you some words that I would use to describe nursing: assessment, analyzing, technical, critical thinking, decision making, monitoring, procedures, emergency interventions, fast paced, exciting, invasive.

I rarely have time to actually stop and talk to/soothe/ease  a patient because the technical aspects of my job get in the way. You have to remember that nurses ARE the technicians in the hospital! We are the ones that set up, run, and troubleshoot all those fancy machines that you see in the hospital, in real life and on television. We spend countless hours learning this technology and how to interpret the resulting information it gives us–only to have people think that it is only our job to “nurture.”

I love having patients who are shocked at what my job actually entails, always assuming that most of it was in the doctor’s scope of practice. It always seems to validate my skills!

Now, nurturing, compassion, and helping are VERY important for a patient’s recovery. This is why, as a nurse’s job increasingly leaves these verbs behind, there is a big push toward family-centered care. This means that we encourage the family to be the one’s that offer the soothing words and a gentle touch. Nobody can encourage a person like their own loved-ones.

So, as you mentioned, the technicians should indeed be the clinical and analytical sort, rather than the spiritual or esoteric sort. But, the nurses ARE the technicians you refer to. This is where I’m finding the discord between spirituality/nursing.

There is one moment in nursing that I find more spiritual than any other event I’ve participated in. When a patient dies, the nurses and nurse’s aids go into the room. We clean the body, remove tubes, tie arms and legs; we gently, with more care than I’ve ever seen us give living patients, place the body into a body bag. There is a silence in the room, and we rarely seem to talk as we go through this procedure. The air sparks with electricity and is heavy with emotion. In this moment, I know I’m doing something spiritual and powerful…

I hope you don’t think I’m mad at you <eek!> not at all! I’m just explaining my position further. I hope you don’t take this response as an angry rebuttal, but rather as just continuing the conversation. I realize it sounds a bit harsh, but you’ll find that public image is a very hot-button topic with Registered Nurses. We’re always bombarded with comments such as, “It’s not THAT hard is it? All you do is follow doctor’s orders, right?” It’s nice to have a chance to discuss my job a bit here! Having that opportunity alone helps me find the spirituality in my job. So, I hope you’ll forgive me if I sound too harsh :)

My intention wasn’t to imply that nurses don’t, won’t, or can’t nurture and soothe. I just don’t think it serves our profession well to perpetuate these ideas as the focus of our job.

Is it odd that I wrote a post about hating family-centered nursing, and then one that supports it’s use! I wrote the following in response to a comment on my last post, and I think it nicely sums up my views on family-centered care:

Vanda, you sound like the type of person family-centered nursing DOES work for. When a family physically becomes involved with hands on care, it truly makes a difference in a patient’s outcome–please don’t ask for references, but I know they’re out there!

Families are great for helping with daily care such as washing, brushing teeth etc. No, it’s NOT necessarily a family’s job…however, if they want to be involved, that’s their chance!

Family-centered care doesn’t mean that your doctor friend from out of town gets to order a different pain control regime! LOL

Published by Sean on 15 Feb 2008

Family-Centred Care?

I walked through my front door at 20:15 last night feeling beaten and broken. My brain felt like it had been placed in a blender on high–simple thoughts felt like complex calculus equations.

It wasn’t a bad week, per say. It was simply busy beyond belief. And it wasn’t really a fun busy in which I was floating from one fascinating challenge to another. No, it was just wall-to-wall basic simple tasks.

Wednesday, setting a personal record, I had medications due every hour for 12 hours straight. Who has time for the “art of nursing” when all you do is dispense medications? Often, there were so many meds due that no sooner had I just finished one hour’s meds when it was time to start the next hour’s. I remember sitting there in one patient’s room looking at a line-up of six IV piggy backs, wondering how I would get them all in before the next hour’s collection. You know you need more access when…..

Everyone had sliding-scale insulin every four or six hours. I felt like I was running a diabetes unit! They all had multiple drain dressings. They all needed TPN prepared and hung at 17:00. And, of course, they all needed to go for x-rays, CT scans, rehabilitation etc.

All of them were upset because the doctors kept telling them they would do one thing, and then they would either forget to put in the orders, or do something completely different.

The patients were all needy, anxious, demanding, and came with family that were even more needy, anxious, and demanding. My favorite family member was a physician who practices in a completely different area of medicine–not a surgeon, and not even the same part of the body–and he’s from a different city. However, this certainly didn’t stop him from trying to give me verbal orders. At one point he even started paging department heads to come and consult on “his” patient.

My other favorite family member of the week was a wife of another patient. She stopped me as I was almost running down the hallway. Here’s an exact-ish quote of what she said: “My husband seems a little drowsy since you increased his fentanyl dose. Could you weigh him and perhaps calculate the half-life of the fentanyl for me. And his blood pressure was 120/75 last time–which is still worrying me since it is usually in the 130s systolic.”

In one hand I had a non-rebreather, and in the other hand I grasped several vials of ventolin. I wore a calm, yet sufficiently panicked look on my face. My other patient was gasping for air in respiratory distress.

“I’m sorry, I can’t right now, I have an emergency!” I said as I tried to get around her. She had blocked me in. “I’ll be there when I have time.”

She mumbled something about nursing care and incompetent and stomped toward the front desk. I presumed she was looking for the charge nurse who was actually with me helping the distressed patient.

*sigh*

Family-centred nursing just isn’t appropriate all the time, and it certainly doesn’t always work.

Published by Sean on 12 Feb 2008

Drugs, Insite, and Harm Reduction

This article was originally found over at Jen’s place: Keep Insite Open

It doesn’t take a scientist to tell you that Vancouver’s Downtown Eastside has a drug problem. Junkies can be seen shooting up in alleys, high on street corners, and selling dope to fellow junkies.

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Published by Sean on 12 Feb 2008

Grand Rounds Vol. 4 No. 21: The Valentine’s Day Edition

Grand Rounds is up over at HealthBlawg. Click here to check out all the great articles!

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