Once upon a time, there was a nurse named

Carol. Or Marcie. Or Kristen. Or Justin. Or Brandon. Or John. Or Tita. Or Lidia. Or David. Or Aimee.And that nurse taught me everything I ever needed to know about IV starts. Or dealing with difficult patients. Or dealing with difficult coworkers. Or handling death. Or handling survival. Or just surviving a shift.Once upon a time, there was a unit secretary named Harriet. Or Girlie. Or Mary. Or Joanna. Or Marlene.And that unit secretary taught me everything I know about finding the answers to tricky problems. Or about who to call when something breaks. Or about who to call when nobody else can fix something. Or about how to MacGyver something when nobody ' s around.Once upon a time, there was a housekeeper named Shirley. Or Larry. Or Lisa. Or Gary. Or Richard. Or Daphne.And they taught me how to put the bag into the trashcan so it didn ' t fall down halfway through the shift. And how to get that weird stain out of my patient ' s pajamas, and who to call when I needed a lightbulb, and how to fix the drain in 18 when it just would not drain.Once upon a time there was a biomed guy, or a maintenance guy, or a woman from food service, or some person from the concierge.And even if I didn ' t get their name at the time, they taught me how to avert disaster by either rebooting some monitor somewhere by doing some obscure Ancient Technology dance, or they helped me manage somebody ' s diet when they were about to order out for KFC, or they brought me the paper some family member was y...

Source: Head Nurse - November 22, 2016 Category: Nursing Authors: Jo Source Type: blogs