Thursday, May 27, 2010

VANISHING TWIN SYNDROME

Some days just don't go the way I want them to.

Sometimes I just want to retire.


Sometimes I wish I were younger, prettier, smarter, popular, or wealthier.

Sometimes life just sucks.


Then I meet someone
 who really has a reason to wish for different circumstances - and I change my mind and am grateful for what I do have.

It really does adjust one's perspective on life.

 Which reminds me of another remarkable story:
There was a really amazingly cool couple that were so in love.

He had a birth defect similar to the Aussie above and despite that, was very athletic. She was a brilliant and drop-dead gorgeous young woman. They serendipitously met while attending University. He never let the fact that he had a "disability" ever interfere with anything, including the pursuit of this beautiful woman.

He won her heart. He had no qualms about getting married and the ensuing accoutrements of domesticated life, but, when it came to children - that was a "whole nuther ball of wax". The Geneticists couldn't tell them for sure that his "birth defect" wasn't hereditary. There was no guarantee that his children wouldn't be perfect...but he figured - is there for any child?

So many questions.

He thought - what would have happened if his own parents thought twice about having him? And - how would his child react to him for making this decision? Better yet, how would he react to the child if he/she had a defect, knowing the difficult road this child would have - having been there himself? Would he want to relive that pain all over again through his own child..... ?

A decision was made to conceive. No matter the outcome - they would have and love this child.

An amniocentesis had been done to inform and prepare the parents of and for any defects, and subsequent ultrasounds to reassure the parents of the well-being of their little one. They had no qualms about accepting this baby - no matter what. In the course of tests it was discovered the child - a boy - did have what they determined to be a cleft lip- or a slight "cupid's bow" - not an insurmountable "problem" - one that would be easily corrected.

They were over the moon.

So, they prepared the baby's room painting everything in blue. They decorated with little baby boy things and little manly items and even monogrammed the chosen boy's name on EVERYTHING. This was going to be one special, much loved, little guy.

I happened to be the RN on when the couple came in - the wife in labor.

The Labor progressed very well and in that delivery room, the family circle almost complete - the much cherished babe was born.

They were expecting a cleft lip - but they weren't counting on the HUGE "birth defect" that materialized.

Everyone gasped.

They couldn't help themselves.

It was a total shock when the announcement was made.............


"It's a GIRL!!!!!"

What....... happened?

There is this little-known-thing that can occur in a pregnancy. It's called "The Vanishing Twin Syndrome". When the amnio was done, what they missed was the fact that there were actually twins - not just a singleton. During the amnio, only the fluid from the male amniotic sac was drawn. Because the doctors did not visualize the other twin, they didn't pull a sampling of fluid from the female twin. Then, for some unknown reason, the male fetus did not survive and was reabsorbed by either the twin, the placenta or the mother's body.

This phenomenon occurs more often than people think. It is suspected that 1 out of 8 people started out as a twin. Some estimates are even higher than that, but we will never find out, because some woman have VTS and never know it. Usually it is the male fetus that dies and the female that survives.

Because this couple's early amnio (15 to 16 wks) already determined the sex (an amnio is definitive when it comes to identifying sex) no one thought to look closely at the baby's sex organs during subsequent ultrasounds. They were less concerned about that "defect" - than any others that might appear.

I asked them if they were going to keep the boy's name anyway, since it was a name that could be interchangeable - female or male. They laughed. No - she would get her own name - and the room - another coat of paint!

What a positive experience...... and an amazing family. I often think of them, and pull out his published autobiography he signed and gave to me as a gift. "Thanks for all your help! We needed it!" - he wrote above his name.

Something tells me they didn't.


Meanwhile, that video of that Aussie that someone sent in my email was a great reminder of that wonderful family years ago ......and also that - Life is What you Make It.

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"In our daily lives, we must see that it is not happiness that makes us grateful, but the gratefulness that makes us happy." --Albert Clarke

Sunday, May 23, 2010

An Amazing Journal

An aquaintance from highschool days has a niece that was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Logan's mom is an amazing story teller and if you would like to read the story visit here.


I have been following her for approximately 2 years now. I can't imagine having a child that has gone through what she has.... truly, they are inspirational - Logan and her mom.



I am sure there are many stories just like theirs. We hope for a good ending but fate is a tough dealer.

Posted by A NURSE at 9:43 AM




2 comments included in re-post:

studentrntiffany said...

I will be keeping them in our prayers.

May 23, 2010 7:59 PM

A NURSE said...

Thanks! They will need any intervention they can get... :)

May 23, 2010 11:01 PM

Friday, May 21, 2010

Illegal Immigrants

There is an RN, Leah, from AZ that posted this following statement on Facebook. She has been an RN for 3 yrs. She works in a hospital where she takes care of "illegal immigrants". I have "XX"d out her name to save her from embarrassment. This is her rant on FB and the ensuing commentaries on her wall, which by the way, was exposed for the world to see:

Leah XXXXXXX: I give u good drugs, excellent medical care, pay your medical bills and put your 10 kids through school, all with a smile on my face... And you have the nerve to say you are paying me so I have to do what you want??? I don't think so (oh, and go get a green card!)


May 6 at 2:29pm ..Larry XXXXX: Wow! Having a good day I see.


May 6 at 2:52pm.Raeann XXXXXX: But oh so true!!!Get em Leah, your just saying what some don't have the guts to say!!!


May 6 at 3:23pm.Amy XXXXXX: Mmmmhmmm....so true some people really know how to work the system. It's that sense of entitlement, we just need to bring them back to reality sometimes!


May 6 at 7:57pm.Su Won Lee XX, the pleasure of working in a border state.


May 6 at 9:01pm.Melissa XXXXX: OK, I couldn't agree more!!! The thought of this makes me so angry sometimes, I could SCREAM!


May 6 at 9:06pm.Erich XXXXXX: Why are y'all so angry? We can "spread the wealth" across the border too!


May 7 at 8:51am.Deb XXXXX: So, Erich, did you get your education in America? I don't mind people coming into this country legally but I have to provide medical care to undocumented aliens all the time. They are not responsible for any of those costs but I would be. Why? Because I have worked hard all my life, made something of myself and am held ... See More accountable for my financial debt. The attitude of spreading the wealth across the border can be considered by some as an act of compassion but we have Americans who are struggling in our own country who could use our compassion. You have to experience the "anchor baby" phenomenon to really appreciate why many have had enough. History shows many immigrants came to our country for the freedom we provide. They came legally, learned English and become citizens. They worked hard to make lives for themselves and did not come "expecting to be taken care of". HUGE Difference.


May 9 at 11:47am.Jocelyn XXXXXXXX.....you need to stop posting one-liners :) People can't tell when you're serious or not.


May 10 at 7:32am.Su Won Lee XX: When people start saying things like "Spread the Wealth," why do they take my money to spread it around instead of using their money, especially when they have more money than I do?

OK. So:

Number One. I don't think, as an RN, that it is smart to be posting a statement such as this on Facebook that can be viewed by ANYONE, especially your employer...or some rights group. Especially with your name, whereabouts, hospital, address - you name it - attached. As my lawyer nephew put it: Don't put anything on your FB that you don't want seen on the front page of a National Newspaper. If I can see it and I am not your "friend" - Guess who else can see it??

Number two: Research shows that medical costs for illegals are blown out of proportion and used as fuel for fire by certain groups that have agendas. Costs of Illegals using the system is 1.25% of the ENTIRE $88 Billion that is spent federally on health care in the USA. The biggest burden? Older Legal Americans. Try shooting your mouth off at THAT group, Little Miss LeahRN.

Number three: I happen to believe that statement above reeks of selfishness. I have more than you and I won't share. You can bet your bottom dollar that those same people, if roles were reversed...would be running across the border to make money for their family to survive. Say, for argument's sake - if in Canada, we paid our RNs $150 per hour and the US hospitals paid RNs $1.50 per hour.....I would think that Little Miss Leah RN would be running as fast as her little white boots could take her up to Canada to make her some money, don't you? Whether it be legal or illegal, she would still be looking to make the bigger bucks - and that is exactly what is happening here.

Number four: Little Miss Leah RN should be thankful for the 10 little ones she put through school. Think of the alternatives to NO EDUCATION. Believe me, I saw enough of the results of that when I worked in the prison system. Also, be thankful they are not born of terr*rists. It could be worse. AND....one day you will NEED them when they will be contributing their hard earned dollar into the American coffers to pay for your retirement. If my math is correct, you will need more of those "10 little kids".

Number five: If you are going to judge anyone Little Miss Leah RN: JUDGE THOSE PEOPLE THAT GIVE ILLEGALS their jobs. If it weren't for the Greedy Employer that pays pennies to these people, you probably wouldn't have the problem. Your guns are clearly aiming at the wrong head. And by the way, Little Miss LeahRN - who is manicuring YOUR lawn and Nannying YOUR babies???? Are you willing to fork out even minimum wage to an actual resident who is probably too lazy to do a good job??? Would you like to pay a heck of a lot more for your produce in the store because now the farmers have to pay decent wages to Americans - that is - IF they can even find an American that wants to do that kind of hard labor????  Didn't think so.

Number six: As for that "excellent medical care" you give ------I have SEEN that care by people like you and it ain't EXCELLENT. I quit working on the spot at one of those "EXCELLENT" Well Known Medical Facilities when I saw how one of those "Illegals" was treated - by the OB and by the staff RNs. Disgusting. I wouldn't want a RAT treated the way I saw her treated.

Number seven: Aren't you jumping to conclusions?? Federal law prohibits hospital staff from asking a patient's immigration status. So, unless you have broken a federal law - aren't you jumping to conclusions here based on skin color and accent or language? Which brings me to the recent AZ law of allowing cops to ask anyone to produce their "legal papers". I would be willing to bet that they won't ask ME (white illegal alien) but they sure as hell will ask my Hispanic/Aboriginal American born Husband for his because he is a slightly darker shade all over.
If you ask me, EVERYONE should then be required to produce their passports. Ya don't have one? Tough. Get one.

Ok. PHEW. I am fine now. I could go on for another few points but I think I have had it up to here with this sort of crap. I just had to get that out. This RN above is a friend of a cousin of a cousin of a cousin by marriage  - but I figured I didn't want to alienate my own family by making a comment on her page as ME - since we have already hashed through the whole subject in the past more than once. So better I just post it here and vent rather than becoming a pariah among my extended family. We have a family reunion coming up and I don't want any fights.




7 comments:

Rachedy said...
Great rant! Where I live, it's the unemployed, meth smoking rednecks who abuse the system. We have seasonal migrant workers. Note: the word WORKERS. 'Nuff said.
May 22, 2010 8:11 AM

A NURSE said...
The people above seem to forget most of these people are WORKERS...and working for peanuts a lot of times...taken advantage of. If she were to have made the statement based on attitude alone, that would be fine, HOWEVER....to bring the unrelated "race" thing into it....THAT is what gets my knickers in a twist.... =^@

Thanks for your support Rachedy! :)
May 22, 2010 10:17 AM

The Future Missy Prissy RN said...
Well I for one am so confused in my feelings for illegal immigrants. I don't know how to feel at this point. I understand they want a better life, which is fine who doesnt? But when you start lying and deceiving for it that is when it draws the line. There is a situation going on here in GA, about a young lady who was brought here from Mexico illegally by her parents (not sure if this has made national news or not). She was ll when she came, graduated from elemetary, middle, and highschool, now she is about to graduate (with one semester left) with a degree in Political Science to become an attorney. She is illegal! She has no papers, and yet she has gotten full FINANCIAL Aid! HUH HOW DOES THAT WORK? You obviously had to lie to make your way through in America, land of opportunity. I just don't get it!

May 22, 2010 3:56 PM
A NURSE said...
Well, something you might not realize - there are very many foreign students that get full scholarships (a type of financial aid) at american colleges and universities...and the money doesn't come from their homeland....not just for excellence in sports but also for high performance in the classroom. I say, if there is any American that can do as well....go at 'er - but scholarships are about being the best no matter where you come from. If the case you are talking about is so public, I can't see how it wouldn't be investigated by officials....so I am assuming there is some legal loophole that exists?I don't condone lying but I can't comment on the situation because I don't know any of the details.
In the long run, that gal will more than pay back her education if she continues to live in the USA. Better than if she were a "drain on the system" via the education system than by ending up in a prison. That is way more costly to the american taxpayer.

I also know for a fact that Canada has many "illegals" from the USA that came up here during the Vietnam war (and I do run into others that end up staying here )and were allowed to stay and have taken advantage of our system. It probably evens out in the long run, but I can see how people might start to resent it when they hear of examples...but really, do you hear of hundreds of these cases where they get put through university? Probably not. I would say if she and her family have been here since she was age 11, that is a lot of years of contributions to the system. If they are not contributing - then once again - that is the FAULT OF THE PERSON WHO EMPLOYS THEM....because they would have NO WAY of surviving very long in the USA unless they ARE employed. So really, I would fault the employer...the one that took advantage of the mother/father as a low paid worker and then I would say they owe that girl and mother a hell of a lot more than an education.

In Canada we have a situation similar with South Asian and Chinese populations that come here. We hope that due process of the law will catch up to them...

All I know is that the people I look after in the hospital setting or on the phone....I take care of to the best of my ability without judging them based on where they come from. That isn't my place.

Now - if they are rude to me or treat me like a drudge, that is an entirely separate matter - no matter who they are, and that was the point I was trying to make.
May 22, 2010 5:45 PM

newnurseinthehood said...
Applause. This is spot on and the AZ immigration laws are complete bullshit. Immigration status is not so much the problem as system abuse- that falls across all races and immigration statuses.
I will say, as my cousin is an L&D nurse in a border state here in the U.S., there is a special state program to pay for prenatal care and births to babies born to illegal immigrants down here called Title 5- most nurses would know if their patient was Title 5 just like you might know if your patient was medicaid. So it might not be all assumptions. If they aren't L&D, than yeah- it's probably just assumed they're illegal because they're brown.
The way I see it though- I don't care if you pay or not- just don't act like an entitled douchebag- period.
May 24, 2010 8:01 AM

A NURSE said...
NNITH:
The RN in my rant above wasn't L&D.

and that is it exactly: "don't act like an entitled douchebag" - no matter who you are.... :)

May 24, 2010 9:37 AM
Crazed Mom said...
Bravo. This is a country made up of immigrants. My spouse is a naturalized citizen and thinks everyone should get a "sponsor" like his family had in 1956. Gee, hon your family isn't starving. Your cousin was not recently killed in the drug war. 3 out of 6 of your children have not died for lack of good medical care. Hon you've been unemployed for 16 months and I don't see you applying at McDonald's for minimum wage.

It is not a black and white issue. It never will be. I am amazed at how lacking in generosity so many Americans are.

My mother was Canadian and I was raised color blind and to help out those with less than I. Bleeding heart liberal? Hell yeah. Proud of it.
May 29, 2010 6:03 PM

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Retrospection

It is quite interesting when one becomes the caregiver of one's parents.   Not just the reversal of roles physically speaking - but often in the emotional areas too.


My dad and laundry, my leg at ther arrow
I was explaining to my mother while ironing dad's shirts, how much I hate ironing. My husband does all the necessary ironing in our house. A well pressed shirt is a thing of beauty to him.


Daily ironing of hundreds of pillowslips - among other chores - at our Family Resort, wrested any passion for ironing from me. We were kept cleaning units, doing the laundry, changing towels, cleaning campground washrooms, serving in the restaurant, preparing tables and doing dishes, etc - from sun up to sundown.
My mother replied - Well when I was 13 your Grandma sent all of us (there were 7 of them) out to work - I ironed all the shirts and did the cleaning at Mr and Mrs DeWitts' - and she kept all the money......we didn't get any of it. A titch of bitterness.

It took me a few more passes with the iron to think that one through.

Gently. Mom, how is that different from the work us girls had to do at the Resort, working from sun up to sundown and not getting paid at all? I was amused at the incongruity - It's not ok when it is done to you by your mother, but ok to do it to it when you are the mother.

I don't harbor any regrets or resentments about the way I grew up because if I hadn't worked as hard as I did, and had the experiences I did - I wouldn't have the work ethic I had, and I would not have appreciated Nursing quite as much.

As an LPN I can remember doing six 8 hour shifts in a row/two off and thinking.....oh, is that all? Only 8 hours of work? and I actually get days off and get to do what I want and meet with friends and have fun? AND - I actually get paid PLUS vacation time as well? I was thrilled. Nursing was a snap compared with working for one's own parents.

There are lots of things to appreciate about nursing. It gives you a different perspective on the life around you. You find yourself bossing around people 3 times your age - and they listen to you. Well, most of the time. You find yourself giving advice to friends and neighbors when requested - and they appreciate and give deference to your opinion. Nursing is still one of those respected professions, even though sometimes it may not seem like it in the micro workings of each day on a hospital unit.

People do trust you more than your average Joe. I have had very personal conversations with people in the community - people I hardly know - just because they discover I am a nurse. They reveal the most intimate details - invited or not. They have wanted to show me body parts and scars they would never have revealed otherwise in public. They talk to me about bowel movements, malfunctioning body parts and injuries - because I am a nurse. Last year as I was waiting for a follow-up visit in ER as a patient, a young mother handed me her sick baby to hold while she went to the restroom. You have to wonder sometimes at this blind confidence.

Most of all, at the risk of sounding schmaltzy, I would not have had the self respect and satisfaction with my life, knowing that I have made life a little better for those in my charge. At this point, I do believe I have contributed more than taken away in this world - in a small way - nothing worth headlines - but it makes me feel content - that I have done my best.

My Mother once told me that she wished she had gone into nursing - and that she always wanted to be a Nurse. This surprised me. She always worked hard - and didn't have it easy in the early days. But I know she is proud of what I chose as my profession....and somehow lives a little vicariously through some of the tidbits I throw her way (FOIPA- the US version of HIPAA - taken into consideration).

I hope my Mom finds some peace with her choices in life, as I have with mine.

Posted by Cartoon Characters at 10:04 AM 2 comments  (couldn’t retrieve  :(  )



Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Morning convo......................

My mother and I were discussing the methods of food preservation, spurred by one of the lovely blogs I read....I forget which one.....you know who you are......but anyway.....

I was giving her the interesting little nugget of how to keep bananas from going brown too early by breaking the bunch apart, and she decided to contribute one of her own from an old friend of hers:

"Mrs Flapchuck says if you use Saran wrap with your cheese and take all the air out it should keep.....but it has to be a new piece of wrap she says................."

Uh huh, mom. Ok. I won't reuse that wrap that I used last week for the chicken ......
Posted by Cartoon Characters at 9:02 AM


3 comments:
nurseXY said...
Haha, I know this is supposed to be funny, but my mom saves saran wrap. And aluminum foil, and the little styrofoam trays that meat comes on.

May 19, 2010 12:22 PM
A NURSE said...
NXY: does she recycle them or...? I am not sure about the trays that meat come on..... =^@

Actually when I read the story out loud to my mother...she said NO...a NEW PIECE OF WRAP EACH TIME....(as opposed to saving an old wrap from something else...) but since it's MY blog...I ain't changing it! ;) I liked the way my brain FIRST interpreted it...hahaha. Thanks for the read! :)
May 19, 2010 8:28 PM

A NURSE said...
ooohhh! Eureka! I found the blog that mentioned the banana thing....
http://mom-wife-student-nurse.blogspot.com/2010/04/household-tips-for-on-go-nursing.html
Thanks!! :)
May 23, 2010 10:41 AM

Friday, May 14, 2010

Prisoners Do Call-Center Work

I am skipping a little ahead of myself by talking about my Prison Nursing stint - passing over my 16 yrs of OB history but this article in our local paper caught my eye, and I just had to comment.

There's a whole lot of wrong about the proposed employment of prisoners to answer phones at call centers in India. The head honcho from Radiant Infosystems- the Indian company initiating this- thinks it's ok but I am not sure I am ready to trust a third world's opinion of who should have access to the public's personal information....especially a society that considers a "dowry murder" to be a "middle class crime" ( new wife killed by her husband or in-laws because her family did not pay enough dowry). A thumbs up for having those "highly-educated and computer-literate petty criminals" above dabble with our info is at the very least, unnerving.

Not only will they work in a brand new call center, initially processing insurance claim forms and bank account applications for Indian clients....but apparently, they will also be sourced out to "handle customer phone calls" for Banks and other customers in the UK and the USA. (you might want to find out which of YOUR companies will be using them)

We are supposed to feel reassured when they state that anyone convicted of fraud or robbery won't be allowed to work the phones. Gee - thank goodness *only* the middle class "murderers and violent criminals" will be talking to us. I am stupefied at this rationalization.... who on earth would ever assume that the sins of these prisoners don't overlap?

And, while we are at it....Since when is it OK to have convicted killers working with potentially sensitive information? When I worked in the prison system, the computers and routine phone access to the outside world were pretty much off limits to I/Ms (inmates). It is mandatory that All STAFF check in any cell phone or other communication devices at the door. Coming to work one walks through a screening device, then sniffed by the occasional drug dog, one's purse or lunch took a separate trip through an airport type luggage scanner AND before one reclaims one's personal stuff, the prison guards will run a wand all over your spread-eagled body. No accessing www on work computers unless you wanted to be hauled in and thoroughly questioned by management.

But, hey - lets just hand over full access to the inmates......because they are so much more reliable and trustworthy than the average RN and prison guard.......who thinks this stuff up?

"Our" prison was a Medium Security facility - mostly pedophiles and sex offenders. (an aside here: by the way, the most polite I/M I ever had was an American....he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Prisons in Canada are to be compared to a country club in than the prisons south of the border. He knew how lucky he was to be in the Canadian system....it was always "thank you ma'am, yes please, anytime ma'am" - of course I am aware that they all try and schmooze the ones that hold the key to the drug room....)

Most of these I/Ms you couldn't even trust to do our janitorial work in the Clinic without stealing stuff.   I can only imagine how much sensitive info could be gleaned, only to be used in an unsavory manner. Granted, there is the argument that these guys will be going out in the real world fairly soon (or not) and would need the on the job training in order to integrate into society. BUT - I doubt that any company outside prison would hire one of these goofs (NOTE: by the way- don't ever call an I/M a goof if you value your life. That is worse than ANY other name you could think up. Count yourself forewarned.) after release once their history is put out there. Too much of a risk. It is very much like telling the prison RNs at the prison I was employed at to work. It just ain't gonna happen.

A Few of the Viewed Behaviors of your Average Inmate that might look bad on their resume:

 DRUG SMUGGLING: suitcasing contraband (suitcasing=hiding in rectum) Families can also participate in the Visitors' Center in everything you can think of - or wouldn't think of - from Baby's Diapers to Vaginas.

STEALING: one of the RNs kept her loose tea in our break area - that organic looking stuff that looks vaguely like MJ-the I/M assigned to clean our clinic probably cut it in with the real stuff for increased product, therefore increased profits. Another item high on the list of "missing items" are dirty used syringes and needles that are fished out of the disposal bucket - and the way the setup is....one would really have to work at it to retrieve them....

MANIPULATION:  they all do it.  Or at least try it. Without exception.

LYING:  this goes without saying.  See "manipulation".

POSSESSION OF WEAPONS: making weapons of run of ordinary stuff - toothbrushes, utensils...things you would never dream you could transform into anything else. If it can be sharpened, cut, attached, woven, filed - it can be used as a weapon - on other I/Ms or staff...

ILLEGALLY DISTILLING ALCOHOL FOR THE PURPOSE OF DISTRIBUTION: brew making - any container will do-plastic bags,old cartons, pop bottles, toilets, sinks etc - who cares what was in it - or just add salt to the alcohol gel hand cleaner.....

POSSESSION OF PARAPHERNALIA: ...if you can't steal a dirty needle, then there are other ways to inject things....such as home made paraphernalia out of pens, wood....these guys can be very creative

UNSANITARY PERSONAL HABITS: Smearing sh*t in your open wounds so that you require ongoing nursing care and therefore - medication for pain....necessitating ENORMOUS amounts of methadone.

DISEASE MONGERING: Sharing tattoo needles after an expensive (not for the I/M of course) successful full course of treatment for Hep C - which by the way, you can get any number of times as a prisoner but as an average free citizen you can only get if your counts are so out of whack you may as well kiss your liver goodbye.

You can see what excellent models of good citizenship these guys are.

Thankfully I quit a month before the Big Riot.

Even more thankful that I quit before the other RNs drove me up the wall (with one exception - and YOU know who you are!! ). Sad situation where one can have more tolerance for a prisoner than a fellow RN.

I am just praying that when my bank or phone company answers my call.....I won't be speaking to a guy with a penchant for guns and knives - especially when he knows my address......

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Home EKG Monitor? YIKES.

From Hammacher Schlemmer* Catalogue:

Cleared by the FDA, this is the handheld cordless device that lets you monitor your heart's rhythm without requiring a trip to the doctor's office.  The monitor uses four integrated sensors--not uncomfortable electrode cables--that provide an instantaneous EKG reading simply by holding the unit in one hand and pressing it against the palm of your other hand. It displays an accurate EKG and heart rate on its 1 3/4" x 2 3/4" monochrome screen, along with an easy-to-interpret emoticon that indicates a normal or irregular heartbeat. The lightweight, portable unit can monitor multiple users and its internal memory stores up to 200 30-second data records. Data may be uploaded to a PC using the USB cable provided, and the included software for Windows 7 and Vista maintains a record of your heart's health over time. Two AAA batteries (included) provide up to 400 readings. Includes storage pouch. 5 1/2" L x 3 1/2" W x 3/4" H (4 oz.)
Item 78657 $199.95

Does anyone else see how many levels of wrong this is? I talk to people every day panicked because they are having trouble with the thermometers and BP machines they are using - never mind adding an EKG monitor, which, last I checked - is difficult for an untrained RN to read, never mind your average JQPublic. I can only imagine the level of hysteria a home EKG machine will beget.

Does it come with instructions how to differentiate between artifact and a real problem?   The EMS is going to love those calls for misinterpreted MI's. 

Don't get me wrong - I am all for a patient taking charge of their health and finding out as much as they can about what is going on with their bodies and all.....but an EKG as a tool for the layman to judge whether to delay care or not is sketchy at best - never mind potentially dangerous.

And what is with the emoticons? So now the smiley/frowny faces of the pain scale is moving to the EKG machine?

Hopefully there won't be a market for these for the general public.

Here is another one:
At least this one comes with a warning that states: " The unit is not the monitor used in clinical institution or hospital, but is used for spot-check purpose ONLY.  The measurement results are useful for doctor, but do not make direct diagnostic or analytical decision based on the information by this unit."

Then it goes on to provide a little chart:

...........and gives examples of circumstances that might make your heart behave differently ..........but then goes on to say:
"Suggestion: If it belongs to a pathology condition, please go to hospital"
Hopefully the average layperson using this will be able to tell the difference.  ( frowny-face emoticon placed here)

Ok.....upon reading the PDF instruction manual, the grammatical construction  is such that it is sometimes difficult to figure out the what is being said.

Hopefully the construction of the machine is not done in the same haphazard way.















*Hammacher Schlemmer has since stopped selling these.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Florence and French Toast

Got this notice in my work email:

Anyone else think this is too weird?

I have pictured Flo doing a lot of things, but not bringing me French Toast. What with the lack of hygeine back then, I would find the brekkie slightly suspect.

And what is with the bright pink lipstick?
*sigh*

It was nice of the management to treat everyone, although the French Toast they usually serve is quite dry.

I think I will pass.
Thanks, anyway.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

"Sentinel Events" : on Surgical

I have to say, the one thing that new nurses have nightmares about when they start their first job is killing their patients. I know I did. They haunted me as a student nurse and it only got worse the first day as an RN, stepping out onto the Surgical Unit. Back then, there were no "preceptor programs" - you were just thrown out onto the floor, on your own. Well, not totally on your own. The other RNs kept a loose eye out for you, if they weren't giving you their extra work.

The Pyxis Med dispensing machine
Nowadays there are plenty of safety precautions in place to stop the errors before they happen. Meds are prewrapped and prelabeled, only to be dispensed if on the patient's Dr Order sheet. MARs are checked nightly (hopefully) and updated. Some hospitals use Pyxis machines that deliver specific medications that you code in and sign out with a thumbprint. Pharmaceutical companies have changed the color codes, the type of packaging and a lot of other things (usually after the barn door closes) to easily ID a medication. Most medications come up from the Pharmacy premixed and well labelled. We now administer a lot of the IV meds by IV pump so as to ensure the correct rate of administration (you don't want to know what we used to let run in free flow). In nursing school we are imprinted with this basic principle: The Right patient, the right drug and dose, the right time and route. It is quite monotonous but there is a good reason for it.

If a nurse that has been working a while says she/he hasn't made a med error ever....she/he is not telling you the truth. Most will not admit to it. Or they have repressed the incident. But, we each have our own little story that is indelibly burned in our minds that, hopefully, makes us better nurses. Statistics show that medication errors are one of the leading injurious things a patient suffers while in the hospital. "Near misses" were never usually taken note of in years past, so it makes sense that there were many mistakes or near mistakes (what we now call ADEs or Adverse Drug Events) that occurred that were never recorded. Possibly still are.

As an LPN, I remember "talk" of one RN on the Medical Unit I worked on that whisked a whole bag of saline within 10 minutes into a tiny fragile elderly woman that already had compromised multiple systems - and didn't report it. Didn't do anything about it. She just hung another bag and re-marked it and carried on. Didn't tell the MD, didn't do anything. Whispers that the expiration due to lung congestion was mostly due to that extra bag of saline. Since it has been 32 years since that incident, I have no clue who the nurse was or who the patient was. All I know is that nothing was done to correct the situation and the nurse did not admit to wrongdoing. Basically, it was swept under the carpet.

This is another story I heard after the fact, but more recently, within the last decade. On an OB unit I worked with an Airhead RN that happened to mix up a PCA syringe with an EPIDURAL syringe. BIG difference. They would have been well labelled. It was caught after the first hour when Airhead went on lunch and the covering RN checked things out immediately when the patient started complaining of weird sensations in her head and found the error. Airhead tried to blame it on whoever put the PCA syringes in the locked cupboard next to the Epidural syringes (admittedly, the hospital wasn't beyond reproach for using the same pump for both Epidurals and PCAs and the same locked cupboard for both) but the bottom line was - the patient was the one harmed, and the RN denied her part in the error.

My own story was a "near miss" and as a new grad RN, ensured for the rest of my career that I would NEVER EVER make another med error. Never. Ever. And I haven't. It still makes my skin crawl 28 years later - thinking about what could have happened. I am hoping that my own admission will caution those that think they are bulletproof. You must never take short-cuts and never think that "it could never happen to me". As recent grads, usually the concept of Standards of Nursing Care is so brand new you can't imagine making similar errors as above. But, let me tell you, one day you will come very close if not actually erring, and it could very well end up in disaster, never mind a free trip (all expenses not paid) through the court system, which you will want to avoid at all costs.

My story: This was during the time that we had 15 or so post operative patients to care for all at once, and when the other RN was on her break, that load would be double. Taking into consideration that most patients were not as acute due to the pre-early discharge era, it was still an ample assignment for one RN- and a new one at that. I was swamped, running around answering bells, getting meds, checking post op vitals, emptying/checking hemovacs, pottying hip replacements,checking toes in casts, tractions - well, anyone that has been on a general surgical unit gets my drift. I am sure I was a blur to most patients as I whizzed through their room.

There was a young woman that had been waiting to have her IV downgraded to a lock. I ran to the cupboard that held the heparin for flush. (Ya, those were the days we used diluted heparin, not saline for the flushes, thus the term "hep-lock" that you hear among "old" nurses) I grabbed the vial that looked exactly like and was marked exactly like the heparin vial from the place on the shelf labelled Heparin flush.
In those days we kept flats of different but commonly used IV vials the cupboard with a label on the shelf of what was in the box above it - you just took what you needed and diluted, mixed and drew it up yourself in a syringe or minibag - you name it - we mixed it - everything from antibiotics, Heparin drips, insulin drips, Potassium ........

Yup, you guessed it. I grabbed a vial of Potassium. I drew up the required amount in a hurry to get to the next task - ran to the room with that Potassium filled syringe, ready to flush the lock. To this day, I don't know what made me stop as I put the needle into the port ( no such thing in those days as "needleless systems") but I thank the "New Nurse Angel" on my shoulder for that "second thinking". I don't know whether it was because the chatty little patient had asked something about the lock, or whether it just miraculously flew through my head that I didn't double check the vial as closely as I usually did.....but I stopped before the plunge, withdrew the syringe and told the patient, one minute while I go and check something. Those were my exact words....

I ran back to the nursing station heart in my throat and looked at the place in the cupboard where the heparin vials are usually kept - above the label HEPARIN on the edge of the shelf. Someone had swapped the places of the heparin and the potassium. In those days the Flush Heparin and the Potassium Vials looked exactly alike – same size/shape/color – even the printing. Sick to my stomach and my heart beating out of my chest, with a shaking hand I shot the K from the syringe into the sink, grabbed a new syringe and heparin vial and drew up the correct flush.
I came one thumb-push from possibly killing someone. It scared me so badly, I can still picture the room, the young woman sitting cross-legged on her bed, the works - just thinking about it - I can even remember the odd color of yellow with brown splashes of who-knows-what on the med room walls and the taste of the med as it hit the sink and aerosolled into the air with the waste.......

In no particular order:

Number one : Check, check and double check. Statistically, the administration of the meds are the second most common reason for AEDs. (wait until you see the number ONE reason. It might shock you) You have heard to check the name on the MAR and the patient hospital band. But -ALSO - If a patient states "I have never taken this pill/shot before": check it out. If a patient questions "what is this pill" and you don't know: check it out (you should have already done this anyway!). If a patient says: "I already got/took this shot/pill" check it out. Ask around. You never know- sometimes meds are given by someone else answering a light when you are busy for a half an hour in another room - and not charted it right away - or at all. They should be. But you just can't count on it.

Number two: If you make a mistake, own up to it and let the charge/MD know right away. There are forms to fill out, counselling with your manager and depending on the facility - reams of other various "stuff" that ensues, but the other option is - it could kill your patient - or not. And quite possibly, there is an antidote, or at the very least, an MD that says "don't worry, that dose won't kill them, it's OK, I will just change the order".
Think of the little twins of the celebrity that could have suffered irreparable damage due to a med error from a care giver if it hadn't been found in time and admitted to.

Number three: The only one you can trust to ensure giving the correct medication is yourself. In other words, don't give a patient a drug that someone hands you because they said you should. You will see other RNs do it. It might even make you a little unpopular or might make others think you are paranoid, but refusing to give a med that is unlabelled or predrawn by someone else - may save your career one day. No matter how much you can trust another nurse and her skills - if she tries to hand you a med for you to dole out to her patient on your way down the hall - or no matter how busy you are that you really can't take the time to get or mix your own.....only trust what you have checked and drawn. Ok, there are times when syringes are well-labelled not coming from the Pharm ..... still - if I am giving a medication, I would rather that nurse waste her own mix - or she can keep it for later use if she is getting that patient back - and I will mix my own. Most nurses aren't - or shouldn't be -offended.

Number four: Know your drugs. And if you don't - Pharmacists are your friends. You can't know ALL the drugs and what they do and all the side effects. And there are so many new drugs and new studies that come out.. but... If you don't know what it is and what it is for - don't give it first and look later. I know I sort of said that in #1 but it bears an extra mention. Look it up NOW - BEFORE you give it - not after. Ya, we all would rather have someone else tell us what it is and what it does, but there is nothing like looking it up yourself that helps you remember for the next time. It can be cumbersome, but there are easy ways to do this nowadays.

Number five: Don't assume what the MD wrote is the correct dosage. Statistically, this is the main cause of ADEs. Even the Pharmacy is occasionally known to send up the wrong drug or mislabeled medication. You are responsible for what you give, including something transposed, written or calculated incorrectly. If it looks strange - ask about it or look it up. If it is a different dosage, there must be a good reason why the drug is given in this dosage or this particular way, and you might want to know this important piece of information while looking after your patient. There are all kinds of "off label" uses for different medications as well as different doses. (for instance, not only is propanolol used as an antihypertensive, it is often used for the treatment of PTSD to calm that "flight and fight" thing your body does. Recently in another nurse's blog who was wondering why the MD gave the patient benadryl for an extrapyramidal reaction to thorazine drug - because it does the same thing as cogentin - counters the effects  )

Number five: Don't depend on any of the safety precautions in place to prevent medication errors. We as the direct caregivers are the best and last barrier to prevent "untoward happenings" in the system.

Some RNs will say bullshit....but they aren't gonna be the ones in court taking the hit for you....it's YOUR license on the line.

Now....let me at my Bailey's and coffee............second thought.....forget the coffee.

Posted by A NURSE at 11:00 AM

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Nurses' Week

Oh. Is it Nurses' Week? Sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I was too busy doing what Nurses do to notice.......

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Hospital Hazards and Other Trips

I am back from the "Dreaded Trip".

 I was apprehensive about my mother going to a hospital that has been on the news lately for stuffing patients in closets and hallways and such, so I felt I had to do my daughterly duty, ensuring her safety. The previous surgery (in a larger hospital) 15 years ago found my mother on the OR table, ready for a thyroidectomy when the OR nurse informed her she was being prepped for a hip replacement - which probably would have been a serendipitous thing given the surgery being done this hospital trip - except for the fact that it would have been the wrong hip. My mom freaked and needed a good dose of ativan to settle her down that time.  Needless to say, she preferred that I be there for this surgery.

Adding to my anxiety -  my sister-in-law is a Manager at the larger and much *better* hospital (so she keeps telling me) just south of where my mother was to have her surgery...and she had nothing good to say about the place....so I was just a little bit worried.
Well, all that worry was for naught. All of the RNs and MDs were pretty darn good and the surgery went well with no hitches or mistakes.

AND my mother was lucky enough to be admitted to a four bed ward instead of a closet.  Bonus.   However, to her surprise and shock.... her room was Co-ed. Nothing worse than 3 men on the other side of your thin little curtain to stifle a BM or a fart good crop dusting.

 She did exceptionally well and that next day I dutifully assisted her to the bathroom -  my dad worried the whole time -  "Let the nurses do it" - inferring that I had no clue as to what I was doing.   Dad....I AM a nurse.......geezzzzzzzz.  What's with the men in my life that they doubt my nursing skills?

The other patients were quite ok, despite being the opposite gender. Here is a rundown:

Patient #1 was a medical patient - lines out the ying-yang and a TPN. My mother over heard they had "brought him from the dead".  Doesn't look like they did him any favors because he still had that pasty/waxy look, and rattly mucousy death moans that apparently kept my mother awake all night. He mysteriously disappeared after the second night. 

Mom was in bed #2 - which should have been a bed with a view outside - but for some reason was without the benefit of a window. Who designed this room anyway? If you have the good fortune to get a "window" bed - you should at least get a window with it.

A guy that mom said looked just like her minister was in bed # 3. For social reasons, it was nice he was mobile. Maybe it is just me, but you would think it would be difficult enough to have to have a peaceful dump in a room with 3 guys - but when one looks like your minister......? There are benefits to having a roommate that is unconscious (see bed #1).

Bed # 4 was a younger guy (40ish) who fell off his vacation home roof and fractured his femur in 3 different places. He had an assortment of leg splints, neck brace, bruises and probably a pneumovac - it looked like. I tried not to look in that direction. I think he had suffered from a pneumothorax secondary to # ribs ....his O2 sats kept dropping while the PT worked on him....poor guy...he was a mess. Not so much of a mess, apparently, that he would be transferred to a bigger center. Thank goodness I don't have a vacation home to fall off of. At least, not anymore. Sold the ski Chalet a few years back.

Coming from Good Dutch Stock, my mom is a tough old bird. She and my father have a "hobby bed and breakfast" which they run on their own. It is no small feat - seven THOUSAND square feet with 8 bedrooms and 8.5 bathrooms. The driveway is almost vertical...I kid you not....all 700 something feet of it, and the two of them (my dad is 80) go out there in the winter time and hand shovel the entire drive - top to bottom every time a skiff of snow falls. Keep in mind this is Canada.   It does snow here. 

Last year the snow came half way up their window. My dad has Parkinson's and my mother, a bad hip. You get the picture. Mom had to get that hip replaced.....before the next winter. My parents refuse to get assistance with the shovelling, the cleaning, the laundry, the cooking......we've even tried paying for it. No one else does it good enough, not even their own kids. Old people can be stubborn. Personally, I would not be unhappy if the place burned to the ground. Without them in it, of course.

Anyway, the trip there was nail biting for sure. Snow on the pass. Massive headache. Finally had to pop a propanolol for the anxiety and a Mersyndol for the headache. Washed them both down with a Timmy's en route.  Not sure it helped any.

Did I ever tell you that the worst snowstorm I ever drove through was a snowstorm in Northern California in the month of May?? I left for Canada from Redding at 6 am....driving along in my little gold Mercedes Convertible and not 1/2 hr down the I-5 ....SNOW! It came down faster and harder and snowplows were passing me.....and finally when I got to Weed, the snow was so high it came up to my windows! Needless to say, I did a 180 back to Redding. Eight hours of driving for nothing.

Anyway, it snowed for at least 1/3 of the trip to pick up my folks.  Figured it would.  May doesn't guarantee good weather, travelling over the mountain passes. I counted 3 vehicles in the ditch on the way there.....one massive accident on the way back. Lucky for me it was on the opposite side of the highway both times.....lineups were close to several hours, I am sure. I don't know whether the person in the last crash survived. My guess would be no. The ambulance wasn't in a rush to get anywhere. The vehicle was pretty well flattened and missing parts. How could I tell that it was serious you say? I make it a habit not to rubberneck while driving down the freeway, but one wheel was in the inside lane on my side of the road. \This is just what I took in - in the 3 seconds it took to get past the scene......

I was so traumatized by the trip that when I stopped at Jysk to buy some drapes and a cabinet ...after purchase made, I forgot to go around the back of the store to shipping and pick up the cabinet. I only remembered it 30 minutes from home and at that point I wasn't going to drive the 350 kms round trip and wait in that 10 mile long lineup of cars due to that accident  when I also had a night shift to work that night.

I guess I will have to wait to pick it up with my next segment of daughterly duty -  I go back in a week to help Mom out at home when discharged.

I hope it doesn't snow.

[I was lucky enough to have saved the comments on this one!]

Posted by A NURSE at 1:17 AM
4 comments:
nurseXY said...
Holy smokes, coed rooms??

That's nuts!
May 8, 2010 4:29 PM

A NURSE said...
Ya. Co-ed....they have been doing that at various hospitals for at least 20 years that I know of....in a way it is ok, saves a lot of the moving of beds etc and the ensuing back troubles on one hand - never mind the shortage of either "male" or "female" beds on a unit. No one seems to mind. It just takes getting used to. Splits up the old women so they don't get together and complain so much. ;)
May 8, 2010 10:42 PM

Albinoblackbear said...
Hey--sorry to post a comment that is unrelated to your post--but I thought I'd just pass on...I used the new templates in blogger 'draft' (if you go to http://buzz.blogger.com/ you'll see them).

Before you start tinkering just go into your customize part (in the edit html) and there is a button that says 'download template' and then you'll have a backup copy of your original just in case.

I was wrestling with the photo size as well and since I am no computer nerd the best way I found to fix it was just to crop (on my iphoto) one of my scenic shots into a narrow panorama-type and then upload that version of the pic.

Hope that helps and good luck! :)
May 9, 2010 1:00 AM
Albinoblackbear said...

I forgot to mention--I am glad to hear that your mom recovered well from her surgery. You parents sound like they have true grit! :)
May 9, 2010 1:07 AM

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Nurse, Heal Thyself

So I get an email from my best friend who is also an RN (we were neighbors at age 10 -45 years ago! ) and she is all pissy because.... why didn't I blog about "our" experience in the local ER......meaning - why didn't I spill my guts about my visit with my gallstones while she flitted around being the social butterfly in ER while I was writhing around in pain?

Ok- so I exaggerate - but it makes for an interesting story....and my friend loves a good story. We have a habit of rating our stories - 0 to 10 - how good was it???...so we have gotten to be fairly good storytellers.

 So here goes.  And.   Just to warn you in advance.... I have to drive to the interior tomorrow to care for my mom post operative hip replacement.....do the " nurse" thing to ensure she makes it through her hospital surgery.... so I won't be online for a couple days.
I am sure I will have stories when I return.

So last year about this time I was having severe upper GI type pain. Being an RN what is the first thing one does? Yup. Denial. Ok.  This is indigestion.  It will go away.....This must have gone on - oh, say...for a month or so before it got so bad I was scaring myself into thinking I might even be having a heart attack. I ended up working my shifts scheduled, taking frequent breaks, which is - believe it or not - encouraged in my line of nursing work. It actually is a really nice job. I almost hate not to work.

Anyway....I called up my Nurse Girlfriend (I will call her Jan for short), who was an ER RN since the age of dinosaurs just like me......and together, over the phone, we tried to figure out the source of the pain.   I had already tried Tagamet, Mersyndol, Gravol(Dramamine for you Americans out there!), Peptobismol, Mylanta....you name it. Anything I had in my medicine cabinet, I tried. Jan suggested a "pink lady". So, I did some bartending moves with my stashed lidocaine from a previous tattoo (will tell you about that later) and made myself a pink lady. Nope. Still had pain.

What to do next?

Jan suggested Pariet. She "just happened" to have some leftover......could I drive over and get it? (I know what you are thinking at this point....here are 2 RNs breaking every rule...) I was thinking, the last thing I really wanna do is get in my car and drive anywhere.   But - since she was nice enough to offer...I thought I had might as well take her up on it - and what the heck - help myself to anything else in her medicine cabinet – I felt like I was gonna die anyway. Anything to get rid of the pain at this point. And anything to stay away from ER.    I reasoned, if the pain got so much worse, her house was on the way to the hospital and I could easily make a quick detour. No problem.

Don't worry honey, I told my husband, I will be back in a few minutes.....no,no,no...really. You don't need to drive me....I'm ok..... what was I thinking??

I think that night was the worst in my life. Not only did I try the pariet, but also the Ondansetron Jan gave me ($50 per pill) - and by morning I was a wreck. No relief. There was nothing left to do but visit the Dreaded Hospital. Jan had worked in that very hospital for - what - thirty some odd million years....and none of the stories I heard her tell were very good.   I figured at this point I was as good as dead.

Jan offered to come with me to ER to sit with me and make the visit a little "easier" on me, because she stated that she knew "everybody " there - like that was supposed to help. So...I drove over to Jan's and her husband dropped the two of us off in ER and I checked in. I guess I didn't show my actual pain level very well because for the next 4 hours I sat and watched people who walked in the door after me admitted to an ER cubicle with waay less urgent symptoms than myself (how did I know this? Jan did a little Q&A triage around the room, much to my chagrin).

Funny how, as a nurse, you tend to assess people and triage them......which at this point wasn't helpful to my situation at all.   Jan actually knew most of the people in ER waiting to be seen ( ya don't live in the same town for 30 plus years and NOT know half the town) so she was busy  visiting - with a clandestine motive of course - finding out what the others were there for,   and what were their symptoms - all the questions - then proceeds to tell me how she thought I should be going in waaaaaaaaay before all the others.....maybe she just did that to make me feel better. Anyhoo.

By the 5th hour I hadn't improved. I told Jan....ya know....I actually have chest pain....and we both gave each other that deer-in-the-headlights look, knowing full well what that meant in an ER. I neglected to mention this little fact on admission.....what with the pain I was having abdominally .... and now how stupid would I look telling them at this juncture. I complain about my patients that I triage doing the same thing.   I could already see them rolling their eyeballs ........whispering and pointing....."ya know that nurse sitting over there on that stretcher.....????"

When I finally got a stretcher (last patient in the waiting room) I whispered quietly to the RN...I hate to tell you this, but I have chest pain as well.... to which Jan volunteers to the whole room, "Ya and she's had it all along but didn't want to say anything because we thought you would think we were trying to line jump".

 Great. Just what friends are for.

So in comes the 12 lead lines, the MD, the lab tech, the IV and the whole flurry of activity that ensues when someone whispers *chest pain*. Honestly, I really don't think it is cardiac, doc....we told them of everything we had tried so far - every last concoction.

 At least we eliminated other things they would have tried and sent me home with.

When cardiac was ruled out (see, I knew it wasn't) I was shipped off to u/s and a scan was done of my gallbladder and other corresponding parts. While my friend flitted about socializing, I got the news from the ER doc. "You are the healthiest looking pancreatitis I have ever seen......" I guess all he usually sees is an assortment of alcoholics and druggies and such......not your average walky-talky-generally-healthy local nurse.....

I was discharged with a requisition for a CT scan in the next couple days plus all my ER workup and ER doc/nurse notes and an RX for buscopan – which didn’t work. I remember thinking, it couldn't be pancreatitis. It's probably my gallbladder......  of course I was right.  My surgeon confirmed it.

I was due to take a trip to Hawaii the following week and the last thing I wanted to have happen was end up in an ER in Hawaii with the same thing. Should I cancel? Should I go? What would be the worst thing to happen? I was fully covered, not only with my insurance from work and my husband’s insurance - but also extra travel insurance....I could even have pre-existing illness and still have full coverage.   Deluxe coverage, in fact, according to the nice lady on the phone at Blue Cross who gave her advice -  Better to be in pain under a palm tree on a beach rather than at home. So I went. I am happy to say, I only had 2 bouts of pain and they were nowhere near what I had experienced at home, and it didn't even require a hospital or MD visit.

Having got that trip under my belt, my husband and I decided we also take a chance on my health and go for a trip to Washington State to visit his family for Easter. This trip didn't go as well. Second day there I developed severe abdominal pain again.....AND chest pain.... so half way through my husband's golf game I called him and told him to come and get me and take me to ER.
I have to say, my experience in an American ER was quite satisfying. This time I admitted to the gals at the desk that I had chest pain too - "but don't worry - it isn't cardiac...." I tried to reassure them. Actually, an aide at the entrance noticed me clutching my chest as I came into ER, so already had a wheelchair ready for me. She anxiously paused with me at the Receptionist desk, where I took several minutes to hand over my 4 different medical insurance cards, explaining each, and assuring them that some or all would cover absolutely anything they could throw at me.

 I had a very pleasant MD and RN and a very sweet student nurse. The student nurse successfully slipped in an IV - but not without a fountain of blood all over. I tried to encourage her the entire time by informing her "you'll have no problem - I have really good veins...that's ok...we all do that the first time...." I could still see her nervous tremor..... and read her mind..." Nurses are the worst patients...."

Two rounds of dilaudid later........no relief.   I worried to my husband - they're gonna think I am a junkie or something if I tell them it didn't work. For this very reason I had copies of my Canadian ER visit....dx, bloodwork and all (little did I realize that might make them even more suspicious)

I guess they thought I was not your usual drug-seeker - because  I got a chaser of IV morphine......and YAY. Relief. Whoo hoo. Now, can I get this thing outta my arm? I apologised profusely to the nurse who put the IV in - for getting better so quick. By the way, I loved the emesis bag they gave me (much better than those darn chip trays that patients tend to overshoot) and since I didn't have to use it .....I saved it for the ride home, and later took it with me when I eventually had my surgery.

I was given a script for oxycodone - 25 tabs. A little excessive, I thought, but ya never know when this pain might strike again before I get back up to Canada.  

The CT scan that I finally had done confirmed gallstones. What with my pain history, I couldn't postpone the inevitable.

I was thinking about the cholecystectomies that I had looked after back in the 80s when I worked on the Surgical unit. They were sliced and diced from front to side to back, HUGE incisions with T-tubes draining and penrose drains with ostomy bags over them, or drains down to bags or bottles and NG tubes for several days. Hospital stays were usually several weeks not the daycare surgery with 3 tiny puncture wounds it is now.

If I was ever grateful for something, I was surely grateful that my gallbladder acted up in the 21st century and NOT when I was working surgical back in the 1980s!

I will keep this entry short.

Suffice to say I had a great experience as a patient in the "hospital of horrors". Funny thing though. After the fact, I kept getting comments from people about the phone calls I made immediately post op from my stretcher in daycare recovery. Apparently I called up and babbled on and on to my several cousins, friends, mother, mother-in-law and God knows who else.

I chastised my husband, "Couldn't you have at least stopped me???" uh. He thought I was totally aware of what I was doing.
Much later, my husband mentioned the male nurse that looked after me in daycare after surgery. "What male nurse?" I inquired with trepidation.

 "You know, the one you told all about your work in California, and your experiences in the delivery room, and don't you remember showing him your puke bag you got from your American ER visit......"

 I was horrified.

"Ya...." he continued ".....you were talking just normal - just like you are doing right now......"

I NEVER want to be a patient again. EVER.

And Jan, if I ever call you again about any aches and pains......just euthanized me right then and there.

Please.