by Stacey Mon May 13, 2013 12:32 pm
I don't want a nurse who sympathizes, I want one who understands. I don't need one who's able to have a conversation with other nurses, I want one who says, "you're right, having the blood pressure cuff over the IV catheter probably does hurt, and there are other locations for the cuff. Let's move it and see what happens." That, to me, is far more important than listening to the nurse chatting up another nurse while I'm saying (loudly), "HELLO!!! A LITTLE HELP HERE?!?!"
I don't need commentary on my lifestyle ("why are you doing judo/bicycling/having sex at your age?"). I don't need somebody coming in and pretending to know me because they've read my chart. I want people who know what they are doing and why. Bedside manner sucks when you're soaked in sweat or pus or blood or whatever.
So, as far as I'm concerned, keep up the good academics - I'd rather have somebody who knows what they're doing than somebody lying to me, talking down to me, or trying to be my "buddy".
(gotta love nurses when their good - and I've been fortunate to have experienced some good ones. But, gotta knock the ones who just have no brains. Example, my nose is gushing blood and blood clots (this was the '90's) - not a normal nose bleed, but something where I thought, hm, should I drive myself or actually call an ambulance. I drove myself - inside of the car was a total mess and I was still finding blood stains for years after. Anyway, I get to the ER looking like a slasher film extra and get pulled right inside. Big globs of clot are working their way out my nose followed by a faucet of blood. Nurse grabe my nose, holds my head back. I start fighting, coughing and gagging because the craps now going down my throat instead of out my nose. Nurse insists that the proper procedure for a nose bleed is to pinch the nose closed and hold the head back. I continue coughing, splattering globs of blood and clots all over the little cubicle, knocking his hand away so I can hang my head and catch a breath. Finally, a more senior nurse comes in, sees what's going on and tells the nurse the bleed is obviously extreme, isn't located in the part of my nose sticking out of my face, and that it'd be much better to allow me to breathe. Emergency surgery later, plus a few pints of blood and a mess of clotting factor, and I got to drive myself home. So, Kiti, be the nurse who says, "airway first." and not the one who insisted I was just being a pain and pinching and holding the head back is the only way to treat a bloody nose. Sorry for the gross out factor, folks, but it was an amazing experience)