She would certainly have to be a special girl!
I have a hard time being just one nurse, let alone three!
Besides, nurses are women not girls.
Hopefully in this day and age, the distinction is obvious.
The fact that she is three nurses in one could explain the ten inch waist.
Cap gets a 10/10.
Maybe that doll gives her special powers.
Gives me the creeps.
It’s as if Stephen King decided to write a nurse series.
Oooooo….that could be interesting now that I think about it!
Sitting at Starbucks, my defacto Borders boycott ongoing. Tonight it’s Marvin Gaye and Chris Isaak on the speakers. Am I groovin’or what?
And did you know Tom Pettty put out a new album produced by Jeff Lynne? (and a big tip o’ the hat to Beajerry at the Cosmic Watercooler for that info!)
If the above doesn’t make sense, I apologize as it has nothing to do with nursing but the rock-and-roller that exists just below my facade of domesticity and respectability is totally thrilled and had to make an appearance on my blog.
I’m pretty happy but rather perplexed. The Cherry Ames series has been re-released and is available on amazon.com but I was under the impression it had been updated to reflect the reality of today’s nurse.
It appears that they are the same as the ones we read as kids.
No matter. Buy a few for the eight and nine-year old girls you know. Let’s get the next generation of girls thinking about nursing as a career. Better yet, give them to some eight or nine-year-old boys and tell them the adventure can be theirs now, too!
Now there’s an idea. A series for boys about a male nurse. I’m serious……maybe I could write it….hey, you guys out there! Think it would fly?
Maybe we’ll even see a resurgence of caps! For the women, of course.
And you know how I feel about that!
Oh, and there is a new post up at Scared to Health and I’d like to thank Enrico over at Mexico Medical Student for pointing out something I should have thought of long ago. You can see it in the comments under the post. I’m so embarassed I did not think of it before now.
I’ve had a very unusual run of patients in the last few weeks. Nonagenarians.
Yep, folks in their nineties.
Unusual because they aren’t the stereotypical bed-ridden nursing home patients with eternal urosepsis.
These are alert, oriented, independent, vibrant elderly people.
They live alone or with their kids. But very, very independent.
There is something I have noticed about this generation; those who range from about 88 to 100: they are tough!
They don’t make a huge deal about what could be a very painful situation.
I mentioned to one patient that it seemed to me that people in their nineties, as she was, were often suffering internally more than they let on externally via grimacing or moaning.
She nodded. Her pain was a 10/10 and the only reason she was in the ER was that she couldn’t manage the pain at home at that point.
She had leg pain and was taking medication for it.
Oh, but during the eight hours of pain-free time that the medication gave her during the day she had: vacuumed her entire house, knelt in her garden for two hours, did some wash and got some windows clean.
I got tired just writing that sentence.
These are amazing people. Just look at all they have lived through…..
They have seen life go from horse-and-buggy to international travel in one day. From party-lines to cell phones and e-mail. From watching people die of gastroenteritis to surviving the most invasive cancers via chemotherapy. They lived through the depression, two World Wars, the fear of nuclear extermination during the Cold War and everything that we younger folks remember.
These people do not complain. I swear it is a generational trait.
And our nonagenarians are national treasures. The stories they tell….history? They lived it! And this is really our last chance to actually hear it from those who made it.
Precious are the times when the ER is slow and I can sit and listen to a patient discuss his time in the Pacific or Europe during World War II. Or what life was like back on the farm……
Or sit with a dying nonagenarian and have his wife and children and grandchildren tell me stories about his childhood and what he did for a living for fifty years and how he managed to keep gardening until just last week…
Or in my grandfather’s case (he is 90), what it was like to live through the Dust Bowl and travel out to California. When you did what you had to do to make money to live. None of this “on the dole” business. If you had to work seventy hours to make a living then that is just what you did. And you didn’t gripe about it, either. You were thankful you had a job.
(Oh, and for the record, he’s lived through bladder cancer, prostate cancer, a hip replacement and six months of G-tube feedings, which he did by himself once he was strong enough and recovered from the small stroke that caused the swallowing problem and is now tube free.)
We just don’t make them like that anymore.
Let’s treasure them while we can whether they are in our family….
…..or on our gurneys.