Be a nurse and make good money….why gosh it never occurred to me to be a nurse until I picked up these matches!
Granted, this is for “practical nursing”, as opposed to what? Impractical nursing? Maybe they mean LPN. It’s still insulting. And the nurse is wearing the coveted cap.
Learn from home in your spare time? What is this, an old Sally Struthers TV commercial? Who are your clinical patients supposed to be? Family? Neighbors? Your animals? Where do you get your equipment? How do you know if you’re doing things right or not?
The course is endorsed by physicians. Well then, it must be A-OK! Not! But I betcha they don’t hire the “graduates”.
But wait! High school is not required! Whew! I bet that was a load off some folk’s minds. ‘Specially since you can be anywhere from 18 to 60!
Send for the free booklet! No salesman will call! Nobody will oversee your education! What more could you want?
One minute you have nurses beseeching you to join their ranks for the good of the country and the next thing you know they’re soliciting from matchbooks.
I just hope they close their cover before striking……
Young girl, early teens, unrestrained front seat passenger of a car driven approximately 25 mph head first into a wall. Old car, long ago, no airbags to deploy.
Patient is ambulatory on scene without c/o neck, back or head pain. Slight pain to lower left ribs but nothing more. Mother arrives on scene and signs patient out AMA, stating she will transport patient to the ER. And she does.
My ER. My non-trauma center ER. As triage nurse for the day, I began taking the history. Slight pain on palpation when left lower ribs are softly touched. Pain increasing slightly with inspiration. Lungs clear. Denies SOB. I’m thinking pulmonary contusion, maybe rib fracture. The mechanism of injury was not great, but the patient was walking and looking good on scene and when he got to the triage station. Then, suddenly the patient begins to look rather, uh, sick. Icky. Pale. Nauseated. Shocky. Bad.
This is not good.
Mom gets sent out to registration and patient comes with me, in a wheelchair for obvious reasons but now she can’t stand up straight anyway. I grab the ER doc on the way in. He examines the patient only to discover within about one-half second that it is not the ribs, it’s left upper abdominal pain and we are goin’ to the OR. Mom returns within minutes and gets the scoop. Two large bore IVs with a bolus (BP falling)while the OR gets ready and off we go.
I hate it when they do that.
Everyone was very sick in some fashion or another, almost all requiring IVs and medications for pain or nausea (or both). Lots of respiratory distress and a couple of in-house codes to top it all off. (We lose the ER doc and an ER nurse for what is hopefully a short period of time when someone in the hospital has a cardiac arrest).
We had people sitting in the waiting room that I desperately wanted in rooms; they were miserable.
Finally we get one bed open. I’m about to call in the next patient. This guy walks up being supported by friends. “Hey, like, he has the flu, man. Been vomiting all night. He even passed out twice at home!” Sounds like he’s dehydrated from gastroenteritis just like the rest of the county. But passing out twice kind of gives you priority for a bed. We don’t take kindly to syncope (fainting).
I asked the patient to gown and lay down on the bed. He said it hurt to lay down. Well geeze, dude, if you don’t lay down and you’re dehydrated you’re gonna pass out again! I said it a wee bit more professionally than that. Nope, he wasn’t gonna lay down. Okay.
“Look,” I told the friends. “Sit next to him on the side of the bed. If he feels dizzy lay him down.”
He needed an IV, like yesterday. But….. three more patients walked in and I ran out to have them sign in for triage and make sure none of them was having a heart attack, stroke, etc. And someone had to take report from the medics who had brought in a possible stroke victim.
Did I mention that at this particular facility there were only 2 nurses after 2300? It was after 2300.
I heard loud cries for help from the friends of our vomiting, fainting guy. I rush in to find him, essentially unconscious, sitting between them. They hadn’t laid him down. So I did. He woke up.
Blood pressure of 70 systolic when flat. And in pain.
I still thought he was a severe case of dehydration but a little voice inside my head made me act like a trauma nurse and put in two large bore IVs. One of them was a 14 Gauge. A freakin’ hose. Had the ER doc at the bedside by that time and he did his exam. The patient’s abdomen was rock-hard. It was so tender that even touching the hairs on his upper abdomen was excruciating.
No fever. Sudden onset. Denied trauma. Normal BMs. Weird.
The IVs kept flowing so that I could get his blood pressure up and try to address the pain issue. And the pain kept getting worse and the blood pressure would not respond. It seemed like it took forever to get my patient to the CT.
We didn’t believe it. We had one “ruptured spleen” in surgery already. We thought they had faxed us the earlier report.
Then the truth came out. Three weeks earlier, a large tool had fallen onto the patients left side. It was sore, nothing major. He did notice he could no longer jog without pain, which he thought was weird, but nothing to see a doctor about. He had a hematoma on his spleen. It started bleeding that night, giving him the “flu” symptoms he presented with.
He made it. So did the first patient. I, however needed a weeks worth of Ativan after that shift.
So don’t be surprised if you are ever in an ER for a sprained ankle and the nurse asks how your spleen is feeling.
It will be me.
I hate spleens.