Thursday, March 29, 2012

Taking care

I'm learning more and more that a big part of my personal happiness comes from taking care of myself first.  In the past few weeks, I've had 2 unexpected days off from work.  One EA (excused absence) and one on-call shift.  These days are the result of the hospital trying to balance the patient census with the number of nurses scheduled to work.  It saves the hospital money while offering time off for people who would like it, but not mandating people to stay home (although that still happens occassionally).  It's funny because I've always worked myself so hard because I'm always trying to make ends meet.  So time off needed to be paid time off.  Now I take an occassional day to myself without pay (scary) and it's still ok.  I feel conflicted about taking time for myself (afterall, I've always worked 40+ hr weeks), but I'm learning that I really need it to stay grounded and healthy.  Not only do I give better patient care when I return to work, but I am more patient and happy in my daily life.

My last few days off were so great, last night especially. It was a beautiful evening so I went for a 5.5 mile run, which was amazing. I felt energized and refreshed and hit a good stride, which resulted in a faster pace! Sweet! After my run, I stopped at the gym to swipe my card (I need those 12 visits for insurance reimbursement) and do some stretching.  On my way in I ran into some friends that I haven't seen in a few months since I started to work evenings.  I joined them for a bite to eat and caught up on girl time.  Short and sweet, but necessary.  It was really nice!

Moral of the story:  take time to take care of yourself.  Daily, weekly. The little things add up and can make a huge difference in the long run.  For me, it's taking a night to go for a run or go to the gym.  Or maybe a night to veg on the couch and read or watch a favorite movie.  Whatever the little things are for you, make time to do them.  I promise, you won't regret it. 

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Car antics

My husband and I were running late to work on Friday afternoon.  He's gracious enough to mentor a student this semester (something I hope to do when I know what the heck I'm doing first) and thus we were extra hurried to get there early so he could prepare for the student as well.  We pulled into the parking ramp at work and found a spot pretty quickly (sweet we're not on the 6th floor!).  The hubs went to turn the car off and the key wouldn't turn.  Huh...that's strange.  Jiggle the key around, nothing.  Take it out of park into a different gear a few times, still nothing.  Uh oh.  Slight look of panic comes over the hubby's face.  We spend about 10 mins trying to get the car to turn off and get nowhere. "You go inside and get ready for your student, I'll keep trying to figure this out", I say. "What's our back-up plan if I can't turn it off though??"  Luckily (or unluckily), the key came out of the ignition, but with the car still running.  So we could lock the car and leave it running without any keys in it. We quickly decide that if it won't turn off I would park the car on the roof of the parking ramp, take the key out and lock the door.  Then go to work. And that's just what I did.  For 9 hours.

As I walked away from the car, I thought "there's no way it'll still be here when we get done with work!". Surely someone's going to report a suspicious car running with no keys in it on the top of the parking ramp. Luckily my shift was chaotic and it was easy not to worry about it! About half way through my shift, the hubby called me to see if the car was still running or if it had turned off.  Ha. Ha. Guess we'll find out, I said.  At midnight, we headed up to the 7th floor of the parking ramp and sure as heck the car was still there and running. A bit hot, but running.  We drove it home, picked up the second car and some tools, then drove it to the mechanic shop where we disabled some fuses to finally turn the stinkin thing off. Left a note for the shop and hope they find it on Monday.  Oiy.  Cars....ha!

Monday, March 5, 2012

The dreaded float

Today is my day off and I'm spending it on the couch sick with a nasty cold. I felt it coming on a few days ago and I awoke yesterday to a full on cold. I'm sure that participating in the Polar Bear Plunge on Saturday did not help my cold much, although it was fun! Sunday morning, I slept in until noon, hoping that I'd let my body rest as much as possible.  I loaded up on cold medicine and headed into work with the hubby. I really felt awful, which pretty much sucks to try and be someone's nurse when you feel like crap yourself.  Plus, I knew I'd have to wear a mask because I was coughing and snotting at times.  My neutropenic patients (those with little to no immune system or WBC {white blood cells}) can't be exposed to any type of illness, even if it's just a cold.  My regular little cold could cause a serious infection that could be life threatening to them.  I know that sounds like I'm exaggerating, but I'm not. I'll explain that later.  Back to my story first. 

So right at the start of the shift, the charge nurse informed me that I'm floating to another unit, 7B, for the first 4 hours of my shift. I grabbed my drink and clipboard and headed over. The unit was in chaos at change of shift, so I waited until someone made eye contact and introduced myself. Then the whirlwind of a shift began. I looked up my patients' information and try to get organized for my shift. Then I got report for 3 of my 4 patients, but one of the nurses had to float to another unit so she had left already. Go figure, that was the patient that I had the most questions about. Oh well..,improvise.

Floating to another floor is par for the course in nursing. We learn to be flexible and to expect the unexpected. For a new grad nurse, floating can be quite scary and frustrating.  There are lots of things (diagnoses and medical interventions) that I do not see on my unit because while we're a medical unit, we specialize in cancer and blood diseases.  We see the occassional chest tube and G tube, but generally not a lot. Last night, 3 out of my 4 patients had a G tube (gastrostomy tube, which by passes a person's esophagus and instills food, water or medicine directily into the stomach) and were therefore very busy. Once I was able to get organized and prioritize, the running started.  Except I was slower than usual  for several reasons.
1. I coudn't find anything on this unit [Note: not all nursing units are created equally].
2. I only knew one person on the unit, so my resources were more difficult to determine. I introduced myself to people and asked questions, but it was a struggle to get help.
3. My cold kept interrupting. I had several coughing fits and had to excuse myself from a patient's room.  Luckily I had loaded up on cough drops, which helped prevent the coughing fits. That's just what you want your nurse to do is start coughing and snotting all over your room!

Four hours is not a lot of time.  Especially when you're running a race to complete 4 assessments (on very complicated patients), administer all medications, feedings and flushes, and help the patients with the few things that are important to them.  So....it took me 5 hours.  Lucklily the 7D (my home unit) charge nurse knew that I was feeling crappy.  She called me on my ASCOM phone about 3 hours in and asked if I'd like to go home for the last 4 hours of my shift.  We were up-staffed (too many nurses for patient census) and they were granting and EA (excused absence).  I was the lucky winner who got to go home and sleep! I gave report to the on-coming nurse, then sat down and charted for an hour. Finally went home at 8:30p and curled up on the couch with a movie.  I woke up about 11:15p when my hubby called to get a ride home. 

Not a bad end to a tough day.  Sleep, fluids, and cold medicines await me today.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Putting out fires

So tonight was an interesting night! Many of my shifts are spent "putting out fires" if you will, meaning I spend most of my night running around being the middle man just to accomplish one task. Tonight was a night of literally putting out fires, though not for me or my patients luckily! Our floor had a fire just down the hall in the occupational therapist office. It made for a crazy start to the shift!  I was in a patient room when the fire alarms started going off and the lights started flashing in the hallway.  'Well I've never been here for a fire drill' I thought to myself.  I wondered if I'd know what to do! One of the nursing aids was in the room and she said, "Oh someone probably just burned some popcorn. We're in no real danger."  I found myself agreeing, as I'd heard plenty of stories of burnt toast or popcorn setting off the fire alarm. Then the patient's mom asked me what happens if there is an actual fire.  I froze for a moment, but then my brain popped into auto pilot and answered for me! I heard myself rattling off the RACE accronym and explaining our plan in the event of fire.  'Good job Theresa!', I thought to myself.  'Good thing it's just a fire drill.  Wait...is that smoke I see on the other side of that door to our unit? Wow! There was a real fire and it was on our floor. Awesome.'  Needless to say, there was some action to put it out and some explaining to patients and their visitors, but the excitement was short lived.  It just made me re-think using my expression of "putting out fires" everyday.  :)