The word nurse appears in at least 120 different posts on this blog (I just counted). In exactly one of those posts I took nurses (in general, as a group, which was overstating things a bit) to task for some odd behavior I’d observed.
Guess which post I’ve been hearing about, at length, from my nursing colleagues? This one, for those who haven’t already guessed. It’s peeved several of them, which I would find amusing except they’re angry way out of proportion to the offence. Humor is individual, and there’s some individuals I work with who didn’t find it humorous.
I appreciate everything the nurses do for me, and they do a lot. In no particular order, nurses do/have:
- caught allergies I missed
- gotten that bit of history that makes things make sense
- alerted me to a subtle finding that changes the disposition
- talked to the family and kept them informed so they’re happy
- ordered that lab I’d left off by accident
- not yelled at me for the third set of added-on orders
- reviewed my orders and found that omission that would cause a problem later
- carried out orders they didn’t want to, because the patient needed it
- taught me something about a medication
- got that IV in the septic drug abuser with no veins
…and on and on.
I respect all of you.
And it’ll be a while before I write about nurses again.