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Enjoying your blog – thank you for sharing 🙂
THANK YOU!! I laughed very hard for a second there because EVERY WORD IS TRUE, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Thank you for sharing your empathy with us. BTW, I am also a RN specializing in hospice, and work the 7p-7a three shifts in a row.. I truly dig this blog.. keep on keeping on!!
I did 2 tours in Viet Nam as a US Army Combat Medic, Sunday I was in the fields of Viet Nam, Thursday I was on the streets of San Francisco with $400.00 in my pocket.
7 days after getting home I started working at the local hospital to be apart of a new program that was the precursor of EMTs & Paramedics program.
Was invited and I did go to Duke University in NC to see if I wanted to accept their full scholarship to a new program they were starting with Viet Nam Medics called Physician Assistants.
I turned it down because I wanted to be around home for a while ~~~
Started local community college for RN school, while I continued to drive paramedic ambulances.
I became an RN, went into to what I knew emergency Room Nursing, flew helicopters, as chief flight nurse, owned my own long range lear jet air ambulance company.
I worked Level I Trauma ERs, floated to every other unit that needed help, worked part time as Registry Nurse.
Did my nursing in California ~~~ had a difficult time of it even though I loved it so much, and I was good at what I did..I was a trauma junkie
But I was also a Black Man in a all White Woman Profession…I knew of no other person of color in the Mobile Intensive Care Nursing (M.I.C.N) or in ERs
The VA Hospital eventually took me out of all help fields as I had a major breakdown, they said I had never left Viet Nam, the ups and downs, and all the psychological things that eventually caught up wit me.
I found out last month I had Adenocarcinoma of the Prostate, Metz to my lymph nodes, and bones ~~ stage 4.
I don’t know what to do ~~ I am a 63-year-old Black Man who is lost
I cry when I am by myself ~~~ I have never cried in my whole career
Please keep blogging. Oh to the Vietnam Vet who blogged below my heart goes out to him.
God bless you, Nathanael. I pray God’s blessings over you, that He is working His power over you, that He heals your hurting body, soul & spirit. You are an angel here on earth. You have been a servant for a very long time. I pray healing, rest & peace to consume you right now in the name of our Mighty Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ. You are loved. Thank you for your bravery in truth. Feeling broken has been such a bedfellow to so many of us in his field. We all need to speak these things over one another. This prayer of blessings, healing, rest and peace are for all who are going through these same things. May the Father give us all His tender mercies and grace.
I am praying to a merciful God that He might send angels of comfort to surround you. May God bless you brother.
I would like to give thanks for the creation of this blog and I would also like to give my thanks to all of you who have given so much of yourselves in this often thankless career. I, myself, have been a nurse for 22 years and I am all too familiar with that seeming feeling of having poured out every fiber of your being at the end of your day. Most people that are not in the field truly have no idea what we go through. There are many careers out there that are challenging. This we know. However, most people will openly admit that they could never do what we do! I know I can speak for many of us that many prayers are uttered before the start of a shift, all throughout the shift and all the way home afterwards due to the demands, the stretching, the inability to do all that we know needed to be done for the patients that so deserve proper care, care that they are paying for! Huge hugs for all of you out there! Most of us are stretched so far. The stretching doesn’t stop when we leave work. Life at home is often incredibly demanding as well, as we are often the ones in our extended families who also are the personal caretakers of our sick loved ones because our families can no more handle that role than work in the field. All, in addition to being the matriarch or patriarch. So, here we are…left with little time to take care of ourselves. Most of us have our own physical challenges that we just can’t get a break from, but somehow, we keep going, running to stay ahead of the freight train that always seems to be barreling down the tracks behind us! We all need to do ourselves a favor. Be kind to yourselves. Don’t forget your own self worth. When the bladder is pressing…just stop for that 3 minutes. You’ve earned the right and your body will thank you.
Now for a bit of cut and pasted humor…
Murphy’s Laws for nurses…
That enema you gave four hours ago produces a huge code brown just five minutes before the end of your shift!
You have been working flat all day without even a coffee break, but the moment you sit down, the supervisor walks around the corner and sees you doing nothing.
Your nose will itch the very moment your gloved hands get contaminated with bodily fluids.
Here’s 2 from my own personal experience (& likely yours too)
There’s help around when you don’t need it & none when you do.
Just as soon as you get the patient clean & smelling good, it’s time to do it all over again!
Nathanael, I am so sorry to hear that you are having health issues. I pray that God will comfort you in these times. One way that I think he already has is by you sharing your story of surviving two tours in Vietnam & your journey so far. Please keep sharing your story here so that we can help comfort you. There is no shame in crying whether you are a man or woman in my opinion. I myself cried through nursing school & still as a nurse 4 1/2 years later. It is not because I am a woman but I do feel a little better after I have shed a few tears. So go on & cry, it makes you human. Be selfish & do that for yourself. All the best…
I am very fortunate to have rarely needed to go to a hospital but for those few times I have I am grateful to everyone there who works so hard. As nurses I am sure you see the most and see people at their worst. Please know as patients we don’t forget your caring and kindness once we leave the hospital. I will always remember the male nurse who recognized that I was in so much pain I was feeling nauseated and he quickly got me medicine that helped alleviate both. Because of him I felt safe. I knew I was a person, not a number, not just another patient. We notice and we are deeply thankful. Hope this helps you stay strong in your challenging moments.
Oh, and as a fellow cat lover, thank you for including your cat in your blog. They make our lives whole.