Saturday, November 28, 2015

Nursing 101 (Part 10)

Some days, I can't see myself working in the NSICU forever. And then there are moments like this, and I can't imgaine working anywhere else.

In the morning, before rounds, the nurse practitioners visit each of their assigned patients. Yesterday Lindsay (my favorite NP) and I were in my patient's room to do his Neuro Assessment. He's a sassy older gentleman and he teases and jokes with us throughout the assessment. Then we got to the point in the exam where we test muscle strengths, and our laughter could not be contained:

Lindsay: Can you squeeze my hands?
Patient: I don't want to squeeze your hands. I want to squeeze your body!"


Thursday, November 26, 2015

Step Mom? More Like Super Mom.

I am one of the lucky kids that gets to have more than one mom. Some people get the evil stepmother and step sisters. Me? I get the awesome stepmother and ridiculously awesome step sisters.

I've always known my step mom gives good advice, but I haven't always asked her for it. She can read me like an open book even when I'm determined to keep my pages locked up tight. 

I've struggled with my relationship with my biological mother for quite a while. We've both said and done things to distance ourselves from each other. I've been working a lot on myself lately. There has been some major self remodeling and improvement. I talk to my step mom pretty regularly about my progress and current projects. She listens with genuine concern and interest. And her advice often adds a whole new perspective to what I thought was previously so black and white. 

The most recent lesson she taught me was just this week. I explained to her why I was anxious and quite frankly stressed out about seeing my mom while I was in town. I explained the very black reasons why I wanted to see her and the very white reasons of why I didn't want to see her. And then she taught me something.

She explained to me that those feelings were valid. She then proceeded to ask me a couple of questions:

1. Which decision would you regret? (Aka would you have more regret not visiting with your mom while in town or more regret if you didn't). I explained that I felt I'd have regret either way. I couldn't predict what positive or negative interactions might occur between us. And I thought it'd be safer to just avoid the situation entirely.

2. Are you making your decision to see or not see your mom from a vindictive place? Or are you making the decision to see or not see your mom from a loving place? To be completely honest, I had to really ponder my answer. I wasn't sure. There were pieces if me that wanted to be vindictive and plain awful to protect myself from the hurt I've already experienced and from the hurt I was positive would come with our interactions. The other pieces of me yearned for the chance to have a positive experience with my mom and to give us both a chance to attempt another fresh start-- even if it was just baby steps. 

She further explained to me that the boundaries I have set for myself and for my mother don't have to come from a harsh mindset; In fact, I can make every interaction with my mother a loving one. I can always choose to be gentle and honest with her. It's not always easy and she may not always react in a calm or understanding way-- but it can be done. And in the end, I wouldn't feel the shame or guilt from shutting my mom out.

It just clicked.

Here is this woman who has married my father, who my mom really doesn't care for, who has every reason to be undesireable in her dealings with my mom-- and she is teaching me how to love her. 

How incredibly humbling it was to learn this lesson from her. 

I am so lucky to have a stepmother who genuinely cares about my well being and the developmrnt of my character. She really is a Super Mom. And I'm so glad I get to call her mine.

Mind Blown


Story of my life. 

Monday, November 16, 2015

**there are no words fit for the title of this post

As a nurse, I often feel spread thin. 

I do EVERYTHING that I can to ensure that I have given my patient the best possible care. If it means putting lunch off, holding my bladder, or biting my tongue, I do it. Most recently I have worked with a variety of patients who don't even think to say "please" or "thank you".  Some days I just want to pull out my hair or make a snide remark like: "This isn't a freaking five-star resort". 

Of course I bite my tongue. 

The other portion of patients I care for are the ones that take a piece of my heart with them, and leave a piece of theirs with me. I recieved a message from the family of one of the patients I cared for a couple months back. To be completely honest with you, I've thought of this woman and her family often. But I never thought that they'd remember me. I want to remember it, so I'm writing it down (like Lauren said to do) for the days that I feel like I just can't be a nurse anymore. And I'm sharing it with you (Yes I am aware there are typos, but I couldn't bring myself to change them because it wasn't written by me). Here it is: 

"Jessie-not sure if you remember me or not, but you took care of my precious Mom back in September...she was the one that invited you to thanksgiving dinner (C.S.). My Momma was called home this morning and is now in heaven I just wanted to thank you for everything you did and were in those days spend in the icu. I know you brought light to my mom's world and that was something she needed especially in those first days. I truly cannot thank you enough for your professionalism, excellent care, and simply going above and beyond what we have ever seen a nurse do!" --J.S. 

I sobbed.

I kept thinking about how much more I could have done as her nurse. I have the sacred responsibility of caring for God's children in their most vulnerable moments. When they are scared. When there are no answers. When their lives change forever. When their bodies betray them. When their minds are lost. When they can't care for themselves. And when their families grieve for the loss of the person their family member used to be. They look to us as healthcare professionals to make things right.

I didn't know whether to curse God for taking such a loving and loveable soul from this world or to find peace in knowing Him and rejoice in His plan of happiness. I didn't know whether to be angry at Him for feeling so much hurt or to run to him with arms wide open so He could succor me. 

In the end, I ran to Him full speed. 

In the end, I begged him for understanding. I begged him for peace. I begged him to comfort the people that loved her. She left this world entirely too quickly. The last 7 weeks have been devastatingly harsh on her mind, body, and soul. And yet, I can't be angry, because I know she is whole and revived and walking with God. And one day we'll be there too. I don't always understand why things happen the way they do. My lens only shows so much of the picture. But I know the Lord can see the big picture. And sometimes, all I can do is trust in Him and know that one day everything will be made right. 

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Days of Gratitude

I'm grateful for:

   1. My marked up, worn out, scriptures
   2. Puppy kisses, snuggles, and eyebrows
   3. Dr. Pepper
   4. My job
   5. My anything but ordinary dad and step-mom and my crazy siblings
   6. Crunchy leaves and short little dachshund legs
   7. Potatoes.
   8. Coloring books and crayola crayons
   9. Teaching in the cadaver lab at BYU and Anatomy Academy to elementary school kids
   10. Foley Catheters
   11. The Temple
   12. Running Water
   13. Little feet that run to greet you, and little hands that reach up for hugs. 
   14. FRIENDS
   15. Sundays
   16. The Fish Family
   17. Therapy
   18. My Little Brother
   19. God's Love
   20. Thunderstorms
   21. Rising Star Outreach
   22. The ability to learn
   23. Little brothers who have patience to teach me how to play FIFA.
   24. Family nights with enough laughter to give you an ab workout
   25. The atonement of Jesus Christ
   26. NERTZ 
   27. My bed
   28. My co-workers
   29. My Nurse Mentors
   30. Legs that work so that I can run