September, 2006 Archive
September 26, 2006, 10:47 am
I suppose I should make fun of this photo.
It’s pretty hokey.
But somehow it’s not as humorous as I might have found it two weeks ago.
After getting all upset over the “Doctor of Nursing Practice” debate, I decided to put my money where my mouth is and go back to school.
Yes, this dyed in the wool ADN graduate is going back for her BSN.
I want to see for myself if having a BSN will change my practice in any way.
So, I’ve applied to the University of Wisconsin-Green Bay BSNLINC program.
It’s entirely online except for a community health clinical that will be arranged here in my local area when the time comes.
I’m alternating between excitement and feeling like what-the-hell-have-I-done.
Of course, I’ll be blogging my way through the entire thing.
I think this means I’m obligated to become a Green Bay Packers fan.
That’s not easy when there are two major NFL teams within 40 miles of me already.
In reality I’ll be rooting for whoever drafts Brady Quinn (Notre Dame QB) next year.
But see what stress I’m under already?
And my application is still “in progress”!
I hope they actually want me! I have visions of getting a rejection letter:
Thank you for applying but you are too old and decrepit to take on this educational challenge. We are concerned that having to study nursing diagnoses will be a threat to your already tenuous mental status. In fact we suggest retiring at the soonest possible time.”
Hey, it could happen.
I’ve mentioned in the past that I act in an advisory capacity to nursingjobs.org; Emergiblog is syndicated through a sister-site called Nursing Voices. It’s been a link on my sidebar for a long time.
(It’s how I met Shane, “My Web Guy”. I should copyright that title. “My Web Guy”. Maybe it should be “The Man Who Put Emergiblog On the Map”. Nah, while true, I like “My Web Guy” better.)
So, I have heard through the grapevine that some of the jobs available at nursingjobs.org actually have sign-on bonuses if you sign up through nursingjobs.org.
These sign-on bonuses are over and above anything the hospital might offer and are payable after three months of continuous employment.
There are a couple of jobs posted now (heads up, you nurses back East!), but there will be more added soon.
Totally true disclaimer: I receive no monetary renumeration from this announcement or from nursingjobs.org.
I’m just spreadin’ the good news!
Two things I’ve noticed about these old ads from the ’40s and ’50s.
One, they are obsessed with multiple births. Twins, triplets and here: quaduruplets?
Three decades before IVF!
Second, the nurses all wear masks every time they are touching a kid.
These kids were probably five before they ever really saw a human face!
I don’t remember anyone wearing a mask, but I do know my formula used to be made with Carnation milk and Karo syrup.
Four is actually the magic number today!
It’s Tuesday morning and I’m sitting here at the computer with my coffee so it must be…
Time for Grand Rounds!!!!
This week our host is my favorite local blogger, Dr. Enoch Choi at Tech Medicine a blog in the healthline.com family.
Join the party! No, really! The theme this week is a celebration of Grand Rounds’ second anniversary so it really is a party!
Emergiblog is there, under the group at every party “who passionately pump up pressing punditry”. Hot and bothered? Emergiblog?
Can’t imagine where that reputation came from!
Also appearing today is a carnival that is rapidly becoming one of my “go-to” sites for all things radiological: Radiology Grand Rounds-IV at Dr. Sethi’s Sumer’s Radiology Site.
A few more of these, and I may have to give up the title of “radiologically-impaired”!
And now, looking into the future: Emergiblog has the honor of hosting the next Pediatric Grand Rounds on October 8, 2006!
I am looking for any and all stories related to pediatric medicine, pediatric nursing or pediatric parenting (is there any other kind?). I’m already receiving submissions so join the sandbox and send in your contribution!
Please have all submissions in by October 7th at 5 pm (Pacific Time)! Send to: kmcallister911 at yahoo dot com.
While you are thinking of pediatric stories to submit, why not also send in your best nursing posts, stories, rants and raves to the next Change of Shift?
Edition number eight will be right here at Emergiblog on October 5th, so have your submissions in by October 4th at 5 pm (Pacific Time).
Submissions are coming in right now (literally, one just entered my email), so hop on the nursing cart and weigh in on the nursing profession through either Blog Carnival or directly to me at kmcallister911 at yahoo dot com.
Yep! I really am hosting two carnivals in one week!
Geeze, I love blogging.
To quote my favorite cheerleader movie: “Bring It On!”
September 25, 2006, 5:22 am
Ummmm…maybe because it can kill you?
Is this creepy or what?
A wee bit dramatic, perhaps?
All I know is I don’t even want to think about what I come into contact with on a daily basis.
Unfortunately, ignorance is not bliss in this case.
Can you say “wash your hands”, boys and girls?
I think I tend to be a pretty empathetic person.
Even after all these years in nursing practice I tend to give patients the benefit of the doubt, almost to the point of a naivete that I should have lost two decades ago.
But when I’m sick, all that goes out the window.
For you see, when I’m sick, like most nurses, I go to work.
And if you just happen to present with what I am sick with, well I might just think you are a wimp.
It’s not your fault.
My brain can’t help it.
I had a headache. A bad headache. Maybe it was even a migraine. I don’t know. Never been officially diagnosed.
The headache began during Notre Dame’s loss to Michigan.
Eight days ago.
And it lasted until today.
I went to work that Sunday.
I went to work with a left frontal pounding headache, a boring-pain behind my left eye and radiation to the entire left side of my face. I was mildly nauseated. I was photosensitive and the sound of the cardiac monitors exacerbated the piercing pain in my temporal lobe.
Tylenol and Advil did not even touch it.
And three, count ’em three, patients decided to present to the ER with those exact symptoms.
And then, to make matters worse, one of the headache patients began to complain about a tiny blister on his foot.
Say WHAT? I was working with an open, weeping two-inch horizontal ruptured blister on my right heel. The pain was so bad, I took off my shoe and covered my sock with a shoe cover.
He was a double wimp.
Of course I was feeling sorry for myself.
While they laid back and took their Dilaudid, I held my head up high.
I was working through my pain.
While they hugged their emesis basins with a passion I’ve only seen in soap operas, I was working through my nausea!
And when I put the tiny circular band-aid on the barely existant blister, I told my self with pride: I’m walking with my blister!
And after twelve hours of hard-running, life-saving activity during which I suffered beyond anything a human being should have to endure, I drove home.
And when I got there I took: Two Vicodin, ibuprofen 800 mg, and Sudafed 60 mg.
It made my tummy hurt.
So I called my husband and whined about my shift until I became comatose from the Vicodin and I slept the sleep of the narcotized.
But before I lost that final vestige of consciousness, I experienced an epiphany.
When it all boiled down to the basics, I was the biggest wimp of all.