All my nights here are really depressing… I’ve completed 4 shifts so far orienting at my new job. And so far, it’s pretty sad.
Night #1: My patient was really sick. As it turns out, he didn’t have any family so we didn’t even know who to notify that he probably didn’t have much time left.
Night #2: Family feud… felt like a soap opera.
Night #3: “Till death do us part.” My patient was hospitalized on their wedding day. =(
Night #4. A young patient who met tragedy all too soon…
But he did much better than anyone expected. I stayed at his bedside all night, and watched him go from “tragedy” to “tremendous.” Originally he was on a breathing machine, then he started to breathe on his own without the machine. By morning, he started to wake up and communicated with me by writing.
Imagine a square hospital room with a bed in the middle, and two nurses standing on either side of it.
It looked something like this:
Patient hands us a piece of paper and it reads:
(in shaky letters since his wrists were filled with IV’s, tubing, and soft restraints)
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