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When I'm trying to convince my buddy to help me clean up an isolation patient
This shift too shall pass. - Saber
IF YOU AREN’T SCARED
I was talking with some of my fellow PICU nurses about fear in the ICU. We all agreed that there is always fear in our job. Sometimes you feel it on the way to work when you know a sick child will be your responsibility for 12 hours. Sometimes it’s when you are doing your Q1H neuro checks and you wonder if their pupils were actually brisk or if they might have been more sluggish than the last hour. Sometimes it’s after you give report and you remember something that you didn’t mention to the oncoming nurse. Sometimes it’s in the middle of the night or when you come to work and learn that they coded later or deteriorated after your shift.
I just saw a post about feeling responsible for deaths even if it wasn’t your shift and it’s so true. You think if you caught on to something or reported something or given that certain extra care you could have prevented that loss and grief. A lot of times this guilt and anxiety is unwarranted but there is always fear and anxiety when you are responsible for someone’s livelihood (especially a child, I would argue)
Some fear is unhealthy and stops us from doing our job or caring for ourselves. Some fear is absolutely necessary to push us to do better, pay more attention, advocate harder, and feverishly pursue greatness.
When you turn the patient and they try to die
I hate this.
Before nursing I worked in customer service and was always told to assume that the person you were dealing with could be having the worst day of their lives. They could have just received horrible news or had something tragic happen. Therefore we should listen and not react to any of their anger but simply solve their problem and do it with a smile.
Then I became a nurse an ER/ICU nurse and now I help people who are actually having the worst day of their lives and it has made my life so much more meaningful.
As I look around the crowded waiting room It occurs to me Everyone has been through some sort of hell Maybe on different levels Perhaps with different devils But if you really look at the lines that lick at a persons cheeks Or the scar on their elbow You can almost feel their story seeping out, as if the wound is still open My problem is, I want to scoop it all up I want to capture it I want to turn people into words and make them see how magical they are for walking through hell each day and coming back breathing.
Waiting Room // E.E (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)
DAAAAAAAAMN BERNIE, SAVAGE AS FUCK
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Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us but we can’t strike them all by ourselves; we need oxygen and a candle to help. In this case, the oxygen for example, would come from the breath of the person you love; the candle would be any kind of food, music, caress, word, or sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches. For a moment we are dazzled by an intense emotion. A pleasant warmth grows within us, fading slowly as time goes by, until a new explosion comes along to revive it. Each person has to discover what will set off those explosions in order to live, since the combustion that occurs when one of them is ignited is what nourishes the soul. That fire, in short, is its food. If one doesn’t find out in time what will set off these explosions, the box of matches dampens, and not a single match will ever be lighted.
Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate (via quoted-books)
And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.
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this is funny
like really, really funny
You sly bugger. That took me a while.
I have googled my life away. I have read bible verses. I have studied the ohilosophical meaning behind the numbers. I have become a modern Gallup trying to ask people to help me figure this out. What the FUCK does it mean.
Reblog when you get it…
THIS IS DRIVING ME CRAZY WHAT DOES IT MEAN
Think Dr. Suess and fish
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Medicine + TV= 😣
So much accuracy.
wakes up: tired
mid day: tired
afternoon: could literally sleep for 20 hours straight
evening: normal
middle of the goddamn night: its time to Go!!!!!!!!!
In fact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone. A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual. Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned. Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.
Osho (via psych-facts)
You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings won’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.
Daniell Koepke (via warqueenfuriosa)