anexperimentallife:

surejan-jpeg:

silent-calling:

whostolemymonkey:

dancingnurse-ed:

“It’s just the nurse”
A statement I’ve heard more times than I can recall.
A statement I vacillate between being utterly pissed off at; given some people take for granted what we do, take for granted how consistently we are the ones by their side and not seen - and a statement I’m also sometimes not offended at, pausing as I consider how perhaps we’re simply seen as a circle of trust.

Just the nurse who caught the baby’s heart murmur

Just the nurse who listened when everyone else walked out the door

Just the nurse who carefully cleaned parts of you when others shouted what’s that horrible smell in that room.

Just the nurse who had to call your annoyed provider 5 times just for them to come talk to you and answer your questions

Just the nurse who threw their back out from years and years of physical exertion with turning and positioning.

Just the nurse who contributes daily to interdisciplinary rounds, to discussions surrounding your care for the day

Just the nurse who advocates for quality of life discussions

Just the nurse who helped the baby docs when they were med students, when they were residents, when they were scared.

Just the nurse who continues to advocate and work collaboratively with your doctor so you get the kind of care our system so ardently resists.

Just the nurse who teaches the new mama how to hold, nurse and bathe their baby

Just the nurse who cared for you over and over, day after day, admission after admission for 12 hour shifts and made you their world

Just the nurse who fights hard for safe staffing ratios so you get the quality of care you deserve.

Just the nurse who stands their ground and tosses out anyone who interferes with your healing or recovery time.

Just the nurse who prayed for you when science no longer had any answers

Just the nurse who cares for you as you take your last breath

Just the nurse who comforts your family when they have nowhere to go with their grief.

Just the nurse who gently wraps you in a shroud and pauses quietly to keep you in their own memory and heart

Just the nurse who doesn’t demand you respect us, rather quietly asks that you don’t insult our presence.

Just the nurse, the highly educated bachelors, masters, and doctorate level prepared, certified nurses who worked hard to attain the scientific and evidence practice based knowledge that will help save your life.

Just the nurse who isn’t perfect, but works every day to learn more and perfect their care.

Just the nurse who goes home and cries for you.

Every other day, Every other week may in everyone’s eyes be about every other provider, but let today, let this week not be an insult; let it just simply be about the nurse.

Happy National Nurses Day,
Happy National Nurses week -
To “just” the nurses.

Y'all for real. I had to beg three nurses to bathe me after being in a coma for four days and stuck in the hospital bed for almost two weeks. I begged, “I don’t fucking care if I fall, I don’t care. I’ll sign whatever waiver you want me to. I don’t care how many of you it takes. Give me five minutes in that shower.” So sure as shit, three nurses scrubbed my disgusting ass body down in the most appreciated shower I’ve ever had in my life.

It was nurses that watched my preemie baby night and day, it was nurses that comforted me, that brought me the only food they had I wanted (graham crackers and peanut butter btw).

Nurses deserve more recognition then they will ever get.

@surejan-jpeg

CNAs count too, and I appreciate you.

😘😘😘

Dude, nurses and nurse’s aids carry our entire medical system on their tired, overworked backs. I’ve never been a nurse, but I’ve known some, and they are among the most dedicated, hardworking people I have ever known. (And for perspective, I used to be a soldier.) I’m not saying doctors aren’t important, just that nurses are WAY under-appreciated.

croatoan-the-line:

empty-faygo-bottle:

shroom-goddess:

a-real-archaeopteryx:

I work in an ER and we see suicides all the time. And we get at least 3 suicidal ideations a night. We all care about you. I promise, we do. A team of complete strangers who have worked 3+ 12 hour shifts this week who are being screamed at all day and night and probably haven’t had lunch and trust me, we still love you and care about you.

We had a 16 year old patient last night who we couldn’t save. We were in that room with this patient for over an hour, we did everything we could.
And let me tell you, we all cried. The EMT’s, the nurses, the doctor. We all huddled together in the doctors dictation room and cried.

I went through the rest of my shift with smudged mascara and tracks on my cheeks.

I remember the names of all the patients that have taken their lives on my shifts.

I remember squeezing the hands, smoothing the hair, kissing the foreheads, and wiping away the blood and the vomit of every patient that has left me too soon.

I can still see every face that I have zipped into a body bag.

Trust me, someone cares about you. You have never met them yet. You don’t ever think about them. They are never remembered when you talk about heroes and role models.

But someone loves you.

damn….

This made me cry

When I was in hospital being seen to, being bandaged and sedated and surrounded by medical staff, my family was ignoring my calls, my friends hadn’t cared to check in. I felt terrified and hopeless and so very unimportant that it was taking everything it had in me to not drink the cleaning products left nearby by one of the cleaners, to make sure I finished the job properly.

There was a nurse though, who came into my room with a soft smile, who held my hand, who took away the bottles when she noticed me watching them for too long. There was a nurse that plugged in my phone to charge in case my family called back, that took away the bloody cloths the paramedics had left me with, that helped me put my hair up when it was sticking to my tear streaked face, because my arms were too sore to do it myself.

There was a nurse that saved my life twice in one night, who made me feel that I was worth being looked after, and her name was Emma and she was the most beautiful person I’ve met.

Months later, I was visiting my mother at the same hospital whilst she was incapacitated with back concerns. Whilst I sat and watched my mum sleeping, a nurse approached to check up on her. She met my gaze and she smiled immediately, face lit with recognition, and she said “oh my gosh, hey! How are you doing?”

People definitely do care about us even if we don’t think they do, and to the original poster?

Your faces are never forgotten either.

You’re more than heroes to me.