My Love For Foamy Soap

I could handle most of it. I was okay with the smell. It had the classic hospital smell of sick people. What it didn't have was the disinfecting smell that covered the sick people smell... you know, the bleach, industrial smell that covers everything else. All I could smell was sick people. I handled the lack of masks for the tb patients. Here, patients with tb go into rooms with reverse air flow and we wear special masks. There, there was big rooms full of sick patients, all in the same ward.

I saw the lack of supplies. They took me into the supply room with the code cart and I wanted to cry. How do you work like this?
We were just there as volunteers, going around and hanging out with patients. Nothing exciting. Lots of bingo. All of the patients that were physically able seemed to be selling items, necklaces bracelets, that sort of thing to send money home. Completely foreign, but we played bingo on home made cards and smiled.

The one think I couldn't handle was the lack of soap. SOAP. There was none. (okay... noto none. One bathroom had one bar of soap.) We were in a 4 story AIDS HOSPITAL where most of the patients had TB and there was no soap. I spent an entire class my first semester of nursing school learning how to properly wash hands, and now I was in a place that had one bar of soap for an entire hospital. (someday I will tell you my opinion of bar soap, but at that point it was all we had.) We went in and out of rooms. We took care of patients. We touched and smelled and played and then we went home and took the longest shower we could. The next week we went to another hospital, where it was more of the same. Big hospital, lots of people, no soap. No gloves, either. Thank goodness for the antibacterial hand wash. But still, sometimes soap is just needed.



the day after we got back from South Africa my friend Rachael got this weird allergic reaction where her face swelled up all the way. I ended up going with her to the hospital a couple of blocks away from our hotel, where mom and dad were going to meet us. (note to self- want to get in to see a doctor fast? tell them you just got back from Africa.) I walked back with her to the ED and it was AMAZING! It was bright! And clean! and it had that disinfectant smell I never before liked! Then I saw it... SOAP!!! I made a very loud noise and went RACHAEL!! THERE IS SOAP!!! Of course, right as I said that the nurse walked in and looked at me like I was nuts, but I didn't really notice... too busy washing my hands. That is the day I fell in love with foamy soap. I never feel as clean as I do if the soap foams. A couple of months ago I discovered foaming soap from bath and body works, and life will never be the same. Not only does if FOAM, but is SMELLS amazing. Heavenly.
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Last night at work I was muttering about the new soap dispensers we have. They get stuck all the time and you have to work to make them pump, but then out comes the foamy soap that kills all manner of bad stuff, and life is good. I don't know how the hospitals in that part of the world that I love are doing, but I hope they found a way to buy some soap. Someday I will make it back over there... and when I go I will take some with me.

the perfect kind of night

last night was the perfect kind of night. not entirely perfect,because no night really is, but it was a good night. One of the best I have had the last couple of weeks. For starters, no one needed an IV which instantly makes it good because these days my failures at IV will instantly ruin a good night.

I started with 4, 3 of which I had had the previous 3 nights, and got an admit immediately. ED called before they brought him up, which totally surprised me but I completely appreciated. I was able to get him settled quickly, and do my meds before his admission. I had a patient who was very much dependent on a wide variety of drugs, and I was able to make some decisions about what to give her and when that I don't think I would have made last year. Last year I would have seen scheduled zanax, and I would have given it. This year I didn't mention she had it, she didn't ask for it and I was able to help her system clear out just a little.

Word to the wise... when you take so many meds that you have a perpetual slur, something is probably wrong.

I had a colon ca patient with a bowel resection that threw a fever in the middle of the night. I hate bowel surgeries, they can go wrong so fast, but I was able to sit her up and make her do her incentive spirometry, deep deep breathes, that it came down. The body amazes me. 4 hours of sleeping and not taking deep breaths and it gets a fever. I like fevers. The body is telling you something is wrong, and it is working to correct it. Her fever came down, I actually let her sleep, and all was well.

I got another admit around midnight that I still can't tell you why we bothered admitting, but hey, census is low so why not. I got her pain meds reordered and then she was happy and sleeping.

Note to the wise ED Doctor: if you have a patient that takes oxycodone, oxycontin and morphine at home, and choose to admit them to the floor with a kidney infection, PERCOCET is not going to cut it. Or even pretend to cut it. All it does is make me call someone in the middle of the night to get the right stuff ordered.

I don't know. Nothing major happened, but it was a good steady pace. I was never overwhelmed, I had time to spend with each of my patients, but I wasn't bored out of my mind at 3am.

Another fun thing: all of our CAs have gone back to school now. The one I was working with is going to have to work on priorities, because she pulls out the study books way to early in the night, but she still did a pretty good job so I didn't say anything. Anyway, she is studying rhythms, and not understanding it at all, so I spent around an hour working with her on it, explaining strips, counting them out with her, showing her AFIB and some blocks on the monitor.

I am going to get my Masters at WSU, and then I am going to teach, and it is going to be wonderful. I am excited about that part of my career, because I love doing it. I love explaining things and having people understand it... such a high. I loved tutoring. It just makes me happy.

Long Overdue

Today I went to the movies and watched Julie & Julia and was inspired to once again do my part and contribute to A tale of Two Nurses.

Hi--Longtime no see :D

I feel like a different person since the last time we have spoken. I have been through the ringer so to speak and emerged a little damaged and a lot changed. For the better I hope. Oh where to begin...the last time I blogged I was trying to keep from freaking out over a dirty needle stick.

Clinically I am still a spastic nurse...I recently attempted to bleed a patient out one of her anticubital veins because I started her IV without properly preparing my supplies and when I scored a superb vein, I was unable to staunch the flow and had to call in reinforcements to help me unwrap my supplies and cap the the IV catheter. The patients daughter was on the verge of freaking out. I was mortified. And about a week ago I forgot to take the tourniquet off my patient's arm after drawing blood. The tourniquet was found by the paramedic who wrote on it "No circulation is a great thing!!! RaDonna!! Ha ha ha!!!" I was humiliated!!! But I learned 2 valuable lessons that I won't soon forget.

Educationally I am now Trauma Nurse Core Course Certified and Emergency Nurse Pediatric Course Certified which means I will better be able to care for my patients in crisis situations and I will also be more marketable in the likely event I don't stay at my current hospital for the rest of my life. And as of Tuesday I will be a University student! I am going straight back to school for BSN because knowing me if I lose momentum now I won't ever go back. I will also be taking College Chemistry which is the the only class to ever kick my butt so I am going back for more! Wish me luck because it is making me nervous.

Emotionally I am doing pretty horribly. A week ago today I broke up with boyfriend of nearly two years. Irreconcilable differences I suppose would be the technical reason...we just started sucking at being together and decided to call it quits. We are trying the friend route which I really hope works out well because not only was he my boyfriend he was also my best friend and he knows me better than anyone. So we'll see where this goes. I am filling my newly found time with lots of sleeping, lots of Call of Duty 4, some crying and a bit of self-loathing and pity. But I am doing my best to keep my spirits up and look on the bright side...I can now wear high-heels and will be able to focus more on my school this fall. People say that breaking up is hard to do and I think that is a serious understatement. I actually feel like I am walking around with a gaping hole in my chest and nothing that anyone says or does will make it better. But I will be ok, I will emerge a better and more complete person, it will just take time.

That is all for tonight...I am typed out for the present...