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Oct 23 2009

Making my own reality

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Sep 27 2009

Doing the right thing

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I’m about to round the corner on year one as an acute care RN … and I like it … I’m pretty sure.

It sounds strange, but it’s not always easy for me to tell if I’m enjoying bedside nursing because of the many frustrations with the hospital system, the challenges with management and co-workers, and the aspects of the job that are physically taxing or routine. So, in an attempt to assess my level of enjoyment and fulfillment with bedside nursing, in the past few months I’ve been asking myself these questions:

How do you feel in the following situations?
– When you don’t feel like going to work, how do you feel once you get to work?
– How do you feel one hour after you get off a shift?

You see, once in a while we all dread going to work, but how often that happens and how you feel once you’re there can give insight into whether the job or place is a right fit. I have a friend who dreads every single shift. I’m sure she’s conscientious at work, but she admits she’s always thinking about the end of the shift and going home. After work, she’s always exhausted and relieved to be done. She has survived a year, but she doesn’t intend to make it two.

In contrast, I’ve noticed that even when I’m dragging my feet to work, as soon as I step on to the floor and start getting report, I feel a burst of energy and excitement (good ole’ adrenaline). As soon as I lay eyes on my patients and start talking to them, I become completely tuned in and forget about everything outside the hospital for the next eight hours. After work, once I’ve unwinded at home, I’m eager to look up information I didn’t understand during the shift.

These must be signs that I’m currently doing the right thing in the right place, right?

Does anyone else out there run mini-mentals on one’s self?

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Sep 24 2009

Facing a great fear

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Recently I read a nursing blog post by a prolific nurse blogger, The Intensive Art, who, like me, hadn’t written for months and who admitted that he simply had lost the drive to blog. That’s how I had been feeling since April. And yet, since April, not a week has gone by when I haven’t thought to myself: ‘Man, I feel so bad that I’m not writing anything. Why am I not writing?’

And my answer to the question was one of my greatest fears: Maybe I’m becoming an uncreative, unreflective, dull, self-absorbed, regimented nurse zombie.

Indeed, I think I went there. I think I became so tired and overwhelmed – and so intent on not being tired and overwhelmed – that I just disappeared into my work and my regimen/routine, and thereby had no energy to reflect and share.

I also felt uninspired to blog because around May it struck me that my unit sees the same types of patients every day, most of the assessments I do are repeated patient after patient, and many tasks can be routine. For example, get medications (usually a beta blocker, proton pump inhibitor, anticoagulant, and diuretic), check meds, explain/administer meds, repeat. Pull femoral arterial sheath, hold pressure, check pulse, check vitals, assess groin site/dressing, repeat.

On the one hand, I was delighted that I’d become comfortable enough with my job to consider some things “routine.” On the other hand, I began to worry that I was getting sucked into a task-oriented mindset. Although as a novice I know it’s natural to be task-oriented, I could see how easy it is for tired nurses to have only enough energy to complete their tasks and nothing left to take on challenges and continuously seek knowledge and professional growth. I could see that the path of least resistance was that of following routines.

For a couple months, I found myself teetering at the precipice of a dreary and boring nursing career. This scared me back to my senses. Since July, I’ve pulled back from the cliff and have been running the other way. For example, instead of being bored by the medications that I have to pull over and over again, I take extra time to learn and remember new things about the meds. Instead of viewing a sheath pull as a boring, time-consuming task, I experiment with methods to make the procedure more pleasant for the patient and less tiring for my arms and back. Most important, I remind myself that pulling a sheath out of someone’s femoral artery is never boring — vigilance is key to avoiding a multitude of potential complications.

A book that I recommend for new and growing nurses is Patricia Benner’s “From Novice to Expert: Excellence and Power in Clinical Practice.” It comforted me when I read it as a new grad last year because it normalized the incompetency I felt. It comforted me this summer when I worried about being consumed by tasks and routines.

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May 08 2009

Six-month anniversary

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Six months ago,
- I arrived at the hospital for work a half hour early.
- I went home over an hour late.
- I prayed fervently before every shift.
- I called an MD for colace at 10:30 pm.
- I made several medication errors in a span of a few weeks.
- I had no idea what to expect.
- As the only new grad on my unit, I felt lonely and isolated.

Today…
- I arrive at the hospital only 15 minutes early.
- I leave the hospital a half hour late.
- I pray a little less fervently before every shift.
- I think up and try nursing interventions before calling an MD.
- I triple check my medications (though to be honest I recently gave a patient a double dose of Simvastatin).
- I’m starting to get a feel for the rhythm of the unit and the hospital, so that I have an idea of what to expect.
- I’ve developed good relationships with several nurses who are smart, nurturing, and kind, and I try to stay clear of those who aren’t.

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Apr 19 2009

I love me a hot day

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The Bay area has been sparkling with light. This was my hike in Oakland yesterday:

Warm, balmy nights bring me right back home to New York.

Tonight I walked home from work wearing my short sleeves and stopped every half block to be bowled over by the smell of freesia.

Tonight I was floated to the new-nurse-friendly unit and pigged out at a birthday potluck: chap jae, California rolls, chow mein, BBQ pork, adobo chicken, brownie, and ice cream.

Life is pretty good.

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Apr 14 2009

Finally, a taste of a healthy work environment!

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Tonight I left work floating on cloud nine. Tonight I experienced a warm and supportive nursing team, from working nurse to break relief to unit clerk to manager.

I was “floated” (assigned to work in a unit that is not my usual) for the first time tonight, but contrary to expectations, I wasn’t left hanging by my fingernails on a deadly precipice.

As soon as my assignment was given to me, my colleague, who happens to be a union representative, was assessing my assignment to make sure it was fair. When we learned that I was given a fresh post-CABG patient, with whom I have no experience, he tried to get my assignment changed.

When he couldn’t change it because of staffing issues, he said, verbatim: “I’ll be your back-up. Don’t worry. You come to me with any questions.” Unbelievably, he was also to serve as a break relief and help get vital signs.

At the same time, the manager pulled a nurse from a non-urgent assignment and said to her: “You watch after the two floats and help them.”

This nurse then said to me: “I’ll be the care partner (until we get a care partner in a couple hours). You just do your assessments and get yourself oriented and comfortable.”

Throughout the evening, I asked plenty of questions because I wasn’t used to the patient types or the charting. Not once did I get a head-shake, raised eyebrow or condescending tone.

The unit clerk answered call lights for me with a smile.

In the break room, nurses I’ve met only once greeted me by name and asked how I was doing.

At the end of the evening, the manager reviewed my charting and reminded me to fill in some fields. My back-up nurses both asked me how I felt and whether I had any more questions.

Before I clocked out (on time!), I thanked the manager (and everyone else) for watching out for me and I asked if I could get floated here in the near future to reinforce everything I learned tonight.

I know I was given fairly easy patients tonight and that I won’t always have back-up, but everything that happened tonight brings me energy, hope, and inspiration. It’s what keeps nurses loyal to a unit and to the profession. ‘Nuf said!

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Apr 06 2009

Are you Just a Nurse?

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Six months ago, on my first day of nursing:

My preceptor, a nurse for 30 years, prepares a patient for a scheduled cardioversion. The MDs come in to do the procedure. The MDs leave. As she wraps up, the conversation goes:

Patient: Thank you so much for everything.

Preceptor: Oh, don’t thank me. I’m just the nurse.

Oh no.

Certainly I’ve said “I’m just a nurse” and have kicked myself before the words were even out of my mouth, but I’ve only said it a couple times and never in response to someone thanking me for my help or skills as a nurse. My goodness.

So it was cool to come across this nifty poster on The Nursing Site Blog. It’s by Suzanne Gordon, a writer, activist, and adjunct professor at UCSF (but not a nurse) who lectured in one of the MEPN classes. I’ve always appreciated how much the UCSF nursing school reminded us over and over — and over — again to recognize and resist all the ways nurses are devalued and to take charge of and promote our identity and strengths. This might need to go up in my break room.

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Apr 06 2009

Thank god for school

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Bud Light Lime. Apparently it’s all the rage in some parts of the country. I learned this on my field trip to Budweiser brewery, courtesy of my Health Hazards and Safety class. It’s not your typical class. We have lectures about health hazards and safety in the workplace and then make site visits throughout the Bay area. Budweiser’s spiel was about its policies and procedures that address the health and safety of its employees. Without getting into the nitty gritty of all the different policies, some of the crowd-pleasers include: an onsite gym, $100 for employees after every annual physical, a ping pong table, and a foosball table.

An irony: Employees get cases of free beer every year and as prizes for various activities…yep, drink up and fatten the liver!

I love being in a small class again … and just in time for my flagging spirit. It’s a relief to talk to people who are going through some of the same learning and growing processes as I am. Some of them were nurses for several years before grad school, some come from totally different worlds, but everyone seems to be open-minded, outspoken, and willing to defy and resist the homogenization and impersonalization of regular hospital nursing. Or, maybe I’m projecting.

Sigh. I’ve been trying filter out my recent negative feelings, because well, complaining is a drag for everyone. But I’m human and this is nursing we’re talking about after all. I hope to write constructively about some recent challenges with hospital culture. I’ll try to work out the issues offline before posting them.

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Apr 05 2009

Wait, am I a person or a cog in a wheel?

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Friday night: Heard through the grapevine that I’m going to get a new admission — on side B, while also having patients far away on side A — a no-no. The manager and I saw each other on the floor, so why am I hearing this through my colleagues and not directly from her?

Saturday night: Several nurses and I are supposed to be practicing a new computerized system. Suddenly in a big flurry a manager says, “The word from UP TOP is that we need nurses to admit patients NOW.” Everyone jumps because the person UP TOP says so.

Some other night: I’m one-hour overtime because right before change of shift my patient goes bonkers and won’t stay in bed and is developing a gigantic hematoma. I let the supervisor know this after I’ve stabilized the patient and I’m asked:

“Why didn’t you let us know sooner?”

“Well I couldn’t, because my patient was confused, agitated, and bleeding and it took three of us to keep her bleeding under control.”

“Oh, but still…”

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Apr 04 2009

Bitter pills

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Last night, a plate of warm homemade cookies wasn’t enough to take away the bitter taste in my mouth.

When I have questions or need help, I can always count on one particular unit clerk and a couple particular nurses to give me a withering look, shake their head, and mutter under their breath. I don’t understand them, and I’m done trying. I don’t give a crap where they’re coming from — they should be able to treat me as they’d want to be treated.

As a new nurse, and worse, a cultural outsider, I feel voiceless and helpless. And the jerks must know it — speak up to them? They’ll only gossip.

One of my strengths is my positive disposition, but will it survive my nursing unit?

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Mar 22 2009

Nursing school mantras in real life

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Nurses occupy a unique position…

Nurses meet the patient where they’re at…

As bad as it might sound to have to work every other weekend, it’s a relief compared to working on the weekdays. On my unit, the weekdays are always frenzied and sometimes terrible, but the weekends usually are a respite.

Tonight I worked with a nice, hardworking team and had stable, interesting patients. Of note were two patients who had never been hospitalized before.

**Mr. Lee (name changed) is a small, wiry elderly Chinese-speaking man with skin smooth as a baby’s. He came in, reluctantly, because of chest pain but has no significant medical history or problems. He takes no medications at home, has no hearing or vision problem, no dentures, no diabetes, nothing. “Wah!” (Cantonese for “wow”) was my response to him. He’s anxious about being in the hospital, agreed to come in only for observation, and declined the ordered medications that are “protocol” for our patients. I told him a little about the meds but I didn’t dispute him – after 79 years of not taking any meds, it makes sense that he doesn’t want to start now.

**Ms. Nelson (name changed) is a talkative woman with spunky short hair. She also came in reluctantly because of chest pain, has no significant medical history or problems, and takes no Western medications. She says she’s been successfully treating herself with complementary modalities and herbal medicines. She also declined the ordered medications. She expressed distress and anger toward the doctor who admitted her, saying that he has no conception or understanding of integrated or complementary modalities and that he scoffed at her anxiety toward the treatments he offered her. As she read her poetry, chanted her “Ohm”s, and listened to music, I understood precisely how alienated she feels from the way medicine and healing is practiced and communicated in the hospital and in our society.

For a split second, I felt “wrong” for not pushing these two patients to follow the hospital’s protocol of treatments and interventions, especially since I know that in my position I “represent” hospital-based medicine, but within the same split second, I realized that even though I’m a nurse in the system, I don’t need to agree with the perspective that medication and intervention are always good, for everyone alike.

In truth, I believe our society is too medicalized and our hospitals do not provide enough individualized care. As someone who has grown up in diverse family and social contexts, I believe in an integration of healing methods and perspectives. Some people might say that I’m working in the wrong field then, but suddenly I’m seeing quite sharply the “unique position that nurses occupy.” You hear about this “unique position” throughout nursing school, but it’s a great moment when you actually experience it. Certainly there are safety reasons to follow some protocols, but we can also use our judgment to fudge or work around them to “meet the patient where they’re at” — another banal-until-experienced nursing school mantra!

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Mar 03 2009

Post of shame

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One month ago
I gave a patient Aspirin and Plavix, not realizing that he already received the once-daily dose at a different hospital before he transferred to the one I work at. A nurse told me about the error the next day and apologized for having to report it on a “Responsible Reporting Form.” I was shaken by the news – both of the meds reduce the blood’s ability to coagulate. Luckily, the doses were relatively small and the patient was unharmed. Still, I was kicking myself and terribly annoyed by the “med reconciliation” process, which I think is highly susceptible to errors.

One week ago
I gave a scheduled dose of 10 units NPH insulin along with a sliding scale dose of 10 units of Aspart – except that I didn’t actually give NPH; I gave Novolin 70/30, which I mistook for “NPH” and later learned is 70% Aspart and 30% NPH. This means I gave a patient too much rapid-acting insulin, which would bring his blood sugar down, fast.

Just as I was going home, the nurse who had “double checked” my insulin noticed that Novolin 70/30 was in the med room labeled with the patient’s name. She asked if I had given 70/30 or NPH.

The chain of errors immediately flashed before my eyes:
- I went to the Pyxis to get NPH.
- NPH was grayed out/not available in the Pyxis.
- I caught sight of a bottle of insulin on the counter with the patient’s name on it.
- I looked at the label and saw “NPH.” It didn’t register in my mind that there was also the word “Aspart” or that it said “Novolin 70/30.”
- I drew up the insulin in the med room and outside of the med room, asked a nurse to check my doses and co-sign.
- She didn’t see from what vials I had drawn the insulin.

And so there we were. Mild panic and disbelief as to why I gave 70/30. Didn’t I know the difference? The shameful truth is, I didn’t.

I notified the doctor, who was very nice. He ordered every-hour blood sugar checks for a few hours.

The nurse, while astounded by my ignorance, also kicked herself for not doing a real double check.

We also blamed Pharmacy for sending up Novolin 70/30 with the patient’s name on it.

I didn’t sleep well.

The next day I studied my insulins like I should have before. But I was also cursing and shaking my head – why is the naming of the different insulins so alike?

Thankfully, the patient was unharmed.

For a few days I was despondent and angry with myself and with the hospital system we work in. The errors were my fault, no doubt about it. But it’s also true that the hospital system, the “flow” as one veteran called it, sets the stage for us to make mistakes and take short cuts.

I’m still shaken up by last weekend’s mistake, but I’m also extremely motivated and determined to not make another med error again. I might even be a little paranoid now, but paranoia is probably a good thing in acute care.

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Feb 26 2009

Tip for readers

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I’ve noticed that sometimes readers will leave responses and questions for other readers who have left comments on my entries. I’ve also left responses to reader comments at the end of entries and/or have emailed readers directly. However, it’s hard to know whether you’ve seen the responses.

Because I’ve always wanted this blog to help connect and support new and would-be nurses, I decided to integrate a robust “commenting engine” called Disqus (sound like “discuss”) into this blog. If you leave a comment, you’ll have to enter an email address, but your address will be hidden. You do not* have to “register” with Disqus to leave a comment. If anyone replies to your comment, you’ll get a notification, but your privacy will still be maintained.

I hope this feature will be useful to some of you. Thanks again for reading and chiming in once in a while!

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Feb 24 2009

Pooped and poopy

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I had a crap weekend.

Friday: Three of four patients, demented. Second medication error of my short career (alas, more on this in the upcoming Post of Shame). Went home 1-1/2 hours late.

Saturday: Literally up to my elbows in poop — cleaning diarrhea out of a 300-lb. bedbound patient four separate times. No care partner (nursing assistant) available on weekends. No break relief nurse available to me until 6 hours into my shift.

Sunday: Not a bad day, but exhausting because a demented patient required constant monitoring. No sitter or care partner available. More pooping from the bedbound patient. Went home a half hour late.

Monday: Since this day was my fourth in a row, I already knew two of my four patients (the demented one and the bedbound one, both with chronic heart failure) and by this day the demented one had a continuous sitter and the bedbound one was no longer having constant bouts of diarrhea. Although my patients were stable, I had a new admission in the middle of the shift at the same time that I had to manage a blood transfusion. Admissions throw everything off. I was flying in and out of rooms, up and down halls with hardly a breath. I got help from other nurses and used every time management skill and trick that I’ve collected over these four months, but they weren’t enough. At one point I took a chance on something because I was feeling desperate — and quickly knew it was the wrong corner to cut, but it was too late. I know I’ll be answering for it next week (to be continued in the Post of Shame). Went home 1-1/2 hours late.

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Feb 12 2009

75% luck and 25% hard-headed determination

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By my l’il sister The economic recession has become palpable as friends both within and outside of nursing have been unemployed for months now. Soon-to-be RNs are beginning to ask, “How did you find your job?,” but I’m afraid the answer isn’t helpful: It was 75% luck and 25% hard-headed determination (I’ve changed these percentages after protests about not giving ourselves more credit), because last year the job hunt was already frustrating. For every one new-grad position in the Bay area, we were told there were 200-plus applicants.

Looking back, I can’t find my story of how I found my acute care job. I thought I wrote about it, but I seemed to have left off at the tiresome job search. As I said, “For two weeks I gradually descended into an unnatural, feverish state as I churned out letters, e-mailed connections from two years ago, hovered around nurse manager’s offices, and called managers until someone picked up.”

Well, one day a manager did pick up her phone. I asked her if she had any positions for new grads.

Manager: “I actually do have one position open for 24 hours a week.”
Me (tone is ecstatic): “Can I please fax you my resume directly?”
Manager: “You should fax it to HR.”
Me (tone is urgent): “I have already, several times, but they keep telling me there aren’t any positions and you know how online applications just get lost in the shuffle. Can I please send it directly to you today?”
Manager (hesitates): Hmm, um, what school did you go to?”
Me: UCSF.
Manager: UCSF? Hm, OK. Fax it to me.

Within one week, I interviewed, and in the second week, got the offer. Did my nursing school make any difference? Perhaps. Was my urgency and persistence a factor? Probably. Did I happen to call the right person at the right time? Definitely.

Here’s another story that underscores the theory that this process is 75% luck and 25% hard-headed determination. During lunch today, a friend, who was in my MEPN class, retold how she found her job in pediatrics at UCSF. I’ve paraphrased her story here:

[My husband] says it wasn’t luck; he says I fought for the job, but I think it was mostly luck. I remember I’d already applied to many new grad (Peds) programs as early as December, but I hadn’t heard back from anyone. Then I heard that [classmate A, B, and C] all had interviews for the Peds program at UCSF. I was really baffled because none of them were going to specialize in Peds, but I am, and I applied early, online, because they [HR] said it was first come first served… More time passed and I learned that the classmates who got interviews all went to the managers’ offices.

I started to feel upset and frustrated because I’d done everything the recruiter assured me was the right thing to do, and I didn’t go to the managers because I was trying to respect their time, but still I wasn’t getting called. I wrote a long and up-front email to the recruiter bringing up this matter and the contradictions.I also went to see my advisor, who is a head person in the Peds units. I told her everything and asked her, ‘What is going on? What is the real process?’ I must have been really worked up because she immediately picked up the phone and called a Peds manager and said, ‘You have a couple positions coming up right? I have a student here and she is smart, committed …” etc. The positions had not been posted yet, but my advisor said I could arrange to see the manager.

Right after I left her office I decided to drop in on the manager, because I was determined. I happened to be in the elevator with her! Right away she said we could have a quick interview. After 10 minutes she said, ‘I like you. Come back for a formal interview.’ Within 10 days, I had my job. I couldn’t believe it.

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This blog is about a writer’s journey into nursing. Next stop: Work as a new graduate nurse and UCSF Master’s of Nursing.

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Six-month anniversary

I love me a hot day

Finally, a taste of a healthy work environment!

Are you Just a Nurse?

Thank god for school

Wait, am I a person or a cog in a wheel?

Bitter pills

Nursing school mantras in real life

Post of shame

Tip for readers

Pooped and poopy

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