I tell ya, I was born thirty years too late!
Are these elegant, or what?
Of course, by the time I was wearing white, the dresses were mini-skirts (don’t ask how we bent over in those things!)
And I was never 5’11” or had an 18-inch waist like these nurses did.
(They aren’t bad, they’re just drawn that way…)
But oh, how I would have basked in these dresses back in the old days!
Now I wear scrubs. I’m comfortable, but I look like I’m working in pajamas.
Apparently Bob Evans is still around, or at least the company is.
They make restaurant uniforms
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As registration begins or Southwest starts taking reservations, I’ll post it right on the page.
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I just think they rock!
Won’t fly with anyone else.
“Why the hell do people get out of bed in the middle of the night for nothing? I mean, who in their right mind visits an ER at four a.m. for a freaking paper cut? Are they nuts? What possesses a supposedly rational adult to wake up their spouse and all four of their children and come to the ER because they have a fever of 100.7? Don’t they know Tylenol is over-the-counter, or is it now a controlled substance?”
“They can’t cope.”
“Huh?” I looked up from the stack of charts I was trying to finish. It had been a very busy shift. A very busy clinical shift. Not an emergent complaint within ten miles of the joint. I had smiled through the role of compassionate nurse for six hours and I was not in a good mood, hence the rather rabid rhetorical rant.
The ER doc repeated his answer.
“Patients come to us when they have reached the end of their ability to cope with a problem.”
“Are you serious? Keith, it was a paper cut, for god’s sake!”
“Sure, I’m very serious. Paper cut, toe pain, headache, abdominal pain. Everyone winds up here for the same reason.”
I dropped my pen and turned around.
“Think about it,” he continued. “It’s really what we are here for. When the patient comes in with their problem, they are able to share it and it then becomes our problem. We take it on with them. Their coping skills are depleted, they rely on ours to help them get through the crisis. Yes, even if it is a paper cut.”
Dr. Keith was right.
That’s exactly why people utilize the ER. They are unable to cope. With pain, usually.
But when I really thought about it, maybe there were other issues, too. Perhaps they were unable to cope with waiting overnight for an answer from a clinic that may or may not give them an appointment. Perhaps they were unable to cope with the fact that they didn’t feel well and had to be at work by 7 a.m., or else. Maybe they couldn’t cope with what they didn’t know; what if the paper cut was infected or the ankle was broken?
And then I realized something else.
What do nurses do?
Really, at the heart of all patient care.
We help people cope.
With illness. With disability. With fear. With pain. With loss. With change.
And then we take it one better.
We give them the skills to strengthen their existing coping mechanisms and to learn new ones.
By listening. By teaching. By supporting. By encouraging.
It’s what nurses do.
So I came away from my shift with a clearer focus.
I realized I had always known the truth of what had been discussed that night, but I had lost it in the hectic bustle of numerous non-stop shifts.
Dr. Keith had it down.
I also realized something else.
Nurses don’t have a monopoly on compassion.