Showing posts with label Nurse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nurse. Show all posts

Friday, 7 June 2019

This blog post was written by Nick Angelis, MSN CRNA
In my last post, I mentioned that clinicals are very different at the master’s level. There is very little watching “The Price is Right” while learning to make a bed or fold a washcloth properly.
Similar prioritization exists in the classroom, where case studies revolve around what the clinician should do to fix real problem themselves. Of course, get an interdisciplinary team involved and call all the right people, but whether you are a psychiatric nurse practitioner or a nurse anesthetist, you need to have and be the solution. Because of this, in some ways the culture is less academic and more practical–hopefully, in an evidence-based way that makes a real difference in patient health. I felt I needed an exponential increase in knowledge and fine motor skills during my MSN. The technical skills of a baccalaureate nurse are often limited to the catheterization of various veins and orifices. However, career advancement requires expertise in a new array of procedural abilities, not just the learning of more in-depth pharmacology and physiology. It’s ironic, and of course the new hands-on skills must be used appropriately. I was always told by my grumpier preceptors, “We could teach a monkey how to intubate.” I’m not sure that’s true. At least, not for a banana. Maybe if I were a monkey and Jane Goodall offered me a banana tree–no, a banana orchard, then I’d settle down and learn how to pass an endotracheal tube between another monkey’s vocal cords, but it would still take a lot of effort not to jack up their teeth, and if I did mess up and summon the monkey tooth fairy, I’d probably be thrown out of the monkey club or whatever they call a group of monkeys because now the intubated monkey could only gum mangos instead of bite them, once they took the tube out, I mean.

One Thing at a Time (or, Gum One Mango at a Time)

Sorry about that. Take steps today to avoid feeling stressed and overwhelmed like a gummed mango. It certainly is difficult to transition from knowing the right answers on a test to making the right decisions in practice. Sean wrote an excellent post the other day about preparing for the next step while still in nursing school.
Remember that paper you’re supposed to be writing about NP school but instead you’re reading this blog? Getting into school is a similar process in that there’s more work and time involved than you’d suppose.  The worst thing you can do is procrastinate because of some vague requirement or elusive document that the school demands.  No, you don’t want to look needy and helpless (that secretary you keep calling is an important gatekeeper), but you certainly can’t afford to miss deadlines and be pleading with professors who barely remember your name for effusive reference letters at the last minute.
Do the legwork or move on to a school that doesn’t require you to retake Geography of Middle Earth (yes, I have taken that class) before applying. It may be difficult not to let all of the requirements to hang over your head. Different schools have tasks to complete in order to grant an interview that vary in difficulty, from faxing a resume to destroying a golden ring with addictive and invisible properties.
That said, don’t let preparation for the next phase in your life cause you to miss the present. The worst attitude is “I can’t learn anything from where I am right now, I can’t wait until I have my MSN.” Do you really want to be the hapless nurse well-versed in Orem’s theories but not any practical help on a hospital unit? Learn as much as you can every step of the way and make your brain adaptable. Saving patient’s lives often requires quick, irreversible decisions. First impressions in a health care environment can be similar. We’re wired to make snap judgments. That’s why I gave my patient with the Sponge Bob tattoos (as in like, every character on the show) more propofol on induction than the one without.

Balance

Preparing mentally means you first concentrate on being the best nurse aid or tech possible. Figure out the basics before trying to become the best nurse or nurse practitioner possible. I get emails all the time from STNAs wanting to become CRNAs. I actually answer them all and give clear directions so that worry of the unknown won’t impair their education, but I realize that much of my effort is wasted because it’s much too soon. The process of setting goals naturally gives us tunnel vision. There’s nice scenery from various vantage points of the Himalayas, not just Everest’s summit. See, I was going to talk about bananas and mangoes and toothless monkeys again, but as my earlier .gif demonstrated, I know when to stop.

Balance adaptability with consistency

You can pick out the right attitude years ahead of time. I could write a whole post about honing initiative by finding the sweet spot between humility and confidence. Flexibility from floating to other units or specialties trains your brain to learn new information–it’s good to feel uncomfortable sometimes. Excellence every time allows coworkers, preceptors, and patients to trust you with the routine. I can adapt easily, partly because of my alternative medicine experience of random miracle cures to some patients that were worthless potions to the next. In contrast to my style, some students soon perform consistently, but what happens when they meet a patient who doesn’t fit neatly in the middle of a bell curve? The latest research, protocols and algorithms work so well on standard patients, but I assume all of us would also like to impact the outliers skewed on the edges of normal, rather than, uh, mid-level. What frame of mind do you think would work best to pursue your MSN? How will you make it sustainable? Remember, there are no weird answers, just outliers skewed on the edges of normal.
Written by Nick, author of How to Succeed in Anesthesia School (And RN, PA, or Med School)

Thursday, 9 May 2019

Nursing Education Summit 2019 | Nursing Research Summit 2019

Why I Became a Nurse and Not a Doctor

As many of you probably don't know, my mother passed away in late April after 3 weeks on hospice. I finally got Kaiser to make the referral! But that's a story for another day. 

Mom lived with us during her last 3 years of life and it was often a struggle for all of us. But in those last few hours I was afforded the opportunity to share with her why I had become a nurse. She never understood why I wouldn't want to be a doctor instead. Her (much older) cousin had indeed been one of the first women doctors in the U.S. and my mother had considered medicine herself, but after a social life ended her first stint at college with very poor grades, she returned and focused on journalism. It was a decision I think she often regretted. I was always surprised that she didn't pursue nursing. It wouldn't have been looked on with disapproval from family.
 
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I tried so many times over the years to explain my reasons to her and she acknowledged them, but always with a hint that someday I would change my mind. In those last hours when I sat at her bedside and the only person talking was me, I had the chance to show her why.

She had had a series of TIAs and strokes and was now unable to talk and required total care. Her body was shutting down. Her arthritis had riddled her body with awkward stiffness and pain. Her heart had caused her multiple syncopal episodes that left her fatigued and eventually her existence was bed to chair.
 
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In the final days the haldol finally eased the terminal agitation and hallucinations. She was no longer frantically trying to climb out of bed. Nor was she ordering me to stand in the bathroom and see why the house was flooding and the house was going to break apart! I tried to play along, but that only made her more adamant and angry! I tried so hard not to laugh because she was soooo confused and angry. It was just silly.  I had talked so many families down from this as their loved ones transitioned. These would be the longest and perhaps most challenging hours of our lives; and yet the shortest!

It finally made sense that the oxygen concentrator bubbles sounded like water slowly flowing around her. The previous concentrator had been so noisy you couldn't hear the gentle sound of the water bubbling. Reluctantly, with her "You're always right," attitude she calmed down. But I knew she was bracing herself for the flood, the house to crack and the "I told you so" moment to arrive!! 
 
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That final stroke left her unable to move any extremity but her hands were no longer stiff. They were soft and relaxed. She required morphine and haldol to ease her transition. That last night she stared at me with her beautiful bright blue eyes and I knew she wanted to know what was happening to her and why?

I was moistening her lips and feeding her a very few ice chips just to ease the dryness in her mouth. (She chewed the toothettes and spit them!!!) I applied some Vaseline lip ointment that she hated, but I knew it worked on her.  I rubbed her legs because they hurt despite all the pain meds --just tired of being in bed.  I starred back into her eyes and told her it would be OK now. Her body was shutting down after 3 strokes and a possible MI, but we would do everything possible to keep her comfortable! I would see to that!!! That had been her end-of-life wish.

And then I held her hand and looked at her and said, "you know Mom THIS is why I became a nurse! Because nurses sit and hold your hand and tell you the truth. They tell you it's OK to go now. They wipe your eyes, and moisten your lips and pad your sunken cheeks from the oxygen tubing. They make sure you get your medication to keep you comfortable. Doctors don't have the time nor the artful skill set to just be with patients. That's why I did NOT want to be a doctor. I only wanted to be a NURSE!!!"
 
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She stared harder like she was trying to say something. Her face softened and she smiled ever so slightly and closed her eyes. I think she finally knew what I meant and it was finally OK with her. And now she knew what was happening to her. A few hours later she was gone.