My Challenge

Back on day's today. I entered the ward and was given a handover which was to indicate a discharge, a few post op patients and a few medical patent's to see to. The first event that took my attention was the two patients in the bay with D&V. Yes, it's outbreak time again! It was a relief that this seemed to be an isolated short episode so there was no need for a full scale lock down. The medication dispensing for the morning was done by yours truly (supervised) which went a bit quicker then the past weeks.

After making the bed's, checking some blood result's, I did a bed bath on a patient, which took me up to the time where I was invited to attend a hospital meeting (I'm going up in the world). It was the monthly meeting regarding mortality, so I am afraid that will have to be forever my little secret as that's confidential. All I can say is that it was a side that I have never seen before of the behind the scene's running of the division, and it was quite interesting to be in.

Comming back, one of the patient was needing a discharge letter doing (they had medication and the like sorted), though there was a shortage of SHO's as there was sickness with one being off. Now, at this point, I am sure some of you will be aware of the problems faced with job lossess is something that has bled over into medicine. Given the immense difficulty in the shortage of one SHO, how can a good standard of medical cover be given if there is a drive to reduce the number of doctors? I still firmly believe that MMC is the medical equivilant of the cut's in nursing post's which is being done to save the NHS money. Anyone with alternative evidence which opposes this, please leave comments.

Anyway, there was eventually (after having to appease a volunteer driver) the discharge letter done, and so I went into the bay, stripped the bed, then dressed a bleeding leg wound from a surgical patient, then on the asking of another staff nurse, asked one patient some qusetions for a dietician referral for my mentor. I really did feel sorry for my mentor today. She is a very experianced staff nurse, but one of the problems with today was that due to there being several accumilation of circumstances made, she was unable to stay with me all the time. This however meant that I was bale to assume a bit of observation on the patients and was taking some of the workload on (barring medication dispesing). The phone on the ward was none stop today. Due to there being calls from relative's who were asking about patients in other area's as there were some nurse's busy with different patients, I have been asking the nurse's if they are free how the patient are, and asking the patient themselfs. Normally as a student there is a great reluctance to take the phone (well, we were fed pleantly of horror stories back in first year on the introductory lecture on our first day in university, and during the law and ethic's module). Quite a step forward.

Did some post PCI ob's on another bay to help out as we wereshort this afternoon of a staff nurse. The afternoon was when I was at my most busy. After there were pacing wire's removed, I did the pbservations and the pre and post wire ECG's, had a run down to radiology for one patient (three journey's- one down with patient, one with medication and one to bring them back again with staff nurse).

Today has been the kind of day that a blue backsided fly would describe as being "a bit hectic". Which explains my 10 minute lunch and lost tea break.
Only another two shift's to go!

More Nurse Bashing from Dr Rant

I used to like the Dr Rant blog. Worryingly though, recently there has been a certain amount of Nurse bashing coming from here. Now, if this were Dr Crippin's blog, I would pass this over as he hates everyone and everything which is not a GP. However, I have been very bemused by the recent hate campaign started over there.

If you would to be a member of the public and were to get all your information from there, you would have it believed that today, Nurse's are only wannabe Doctor's who have abandoned Nursing. There would be some truth in that if it was not for one very large point: That's bollocks.

Yes, there are SOME nurse's who work in "extended roles". Argue the toss over at the Dr "Anti-Nurse" Rant blog, or in Dr "I-want-to-exterminate-every-fucker-but-a-GP" Crippin because all the crazed missives lack one point. The Dr's who have posted them clearly have never spoken to a real nurse. There are SOME nurse's (approximately 3% of the Nurse population) who work in extended roles. The true (and speaking as a student nurse in clinical practice) picture of ward nursing is the vast majority of nurse's are top end Band 5, Low band 6 level STAFF NURSE. Not "quacks", not somebody randomly prescribing, but your common-or-garden NURSE. Nothing fancy titled, you standard NURSE. Anyone who thinks that being a Nurse is somehow not glamorous enough misses the point that as a nurse you are the one professional to have constant hand's on care of the patient and the person in the hospital who the patients can identify with. I like that side of things. I like being able to talk to my 8 patients and keep them happy, give them a stay as comfortable as possible while giving medications, changing dressings, explain what will be happening to them on the ward, and yes, changing sheet's, commode wheeling, bed bathing and taking of baseline observations. I am not alone in that. I am by no mean's the only student nurse (or qualified Nurse) who does such a thing.

SO to portray Nurse's as being second rate doctor's to me paint's a picture which to improportional to the real world, and every time fails to acknowledge to fact that the few Nurse Practitioners, Nurse Specialists, and so on have undergone much rigorous training, and in some cases role's which still sometimes do not stray within a mile of a "doctor's" role (such as Tissue Viability, Countenance advisor, from my experience the Spinal Cord Injury Liaison Nurse's who were specialist's were there to provide a link to the hospital as an almost district nurse approach to see former patients and talk to them to see if they needed any more nursing interventions). The latest craze of Nurse DNAR is one thing that really annoy's me, as this was something placed onto nursing, not something that was wanted (and beside's in real term's I cannot see this being decided by a nurse very often save for in palliatve care in the community where there are few doctor's to hand. I have known situation's which have occured where there has not been a DNAR placed on a patient dying from cancer who would otherwise have a DNAR beforehand, but that's a rare thing).

My nightcap

Having bypassed the idea of waiting around for the shift to start yesterday evening I went straight into the ward at about 6:20pm. The joys of the public transport system. While I was supposed to be "night staff" I assisted the day staff for the final hour of the shift with there being a dressing change to kick things off. I like Tagaderm dressing, its a very useful one to use. However, there is a new one being used which is too small for the purpose, and has two sides of tape to remove which has the net effect of crumpling the dressing up and sticking it to the gloves in one easy movement. Not quite sure if that is a good design to use (ergonomics and all that). Anyway, when I was back in the bay I was covering the night before, two patients went home at about ten to 7. Knowing I would be lumbered with changing the bedding over at the start of shift, I got the beds changed as I knew we were likely to get medical sleep outs and decided to get it out the way before starting officially. Handover came and went without there being too much problem. One thing that annoyed me was that there was a side room patient who put a complaint in over last nights shift, citing that they were left alone in the dark. I have one word to describe this: Bullshit. I was not covering the patient, and I along with the nurse for the patient spent a lot of time in talking with them. As for being left in the dark, seeing as this was what the patient ASKED us to do, I hardly see how this is grounds for complaint, and if there was a problem it was never mentioned either Wednesday night or last night (in fact all concerned never raised any problems, both patient and family were very polite about things so it does not seem to equate out. still, as the saying goes, "you can please some people all of the time, and all people some of the time").

On commencing the shift the first thing was that we lost our one Health Care Assistant to the Neuro ward. I then took over giving out drinks and checking the BM levels of the diabetic patients who were on the ward. The loss of the HCA and having a staff nurse away collecting a drug from another ward meant that I attempted my first solo bed change with a patient in situ. It worked. There was nothing to note from that, then we got the call from the night sister saying there were two patients to come up from A&E. At this juncture, let me begin by saying that I fully understand that A&E are kept going and that the governments obsession with the 4 hour rule must keep them run ragged. I never have worked in A&E (my critical care placement was in the ICU, though having crewed ambulance's brought many patients into the department) though I can empathise with the department. However, when a patient was brought up with alleged "chest pains" nobody was impressed. The patient was heavily intoxicated, loud, unsteady on their feet, nearly falling, spitting thick, viscous phlegm onto the floor of the ward (when not wiping it on their trousers). This paled into insignificance compared to the stench of the patient. Now, I will happily look after any patient like this (I have done before). But I do disagree that given the fact that where I am had several first day cardiac patients, two patients with acute cardiac pain and other post operative patients that it is not exactly appropiate to send somebody onto the ward like that. The ECG was clear, observations stable and the only thing wrong was that the patient was...well,they were drunk. Talk about airborne pathogens. I know that it is very easy to say that I am being judgemental but if somebody is carrying lord knows what bacteria on them and you think about them being airborne, it is an infection risk to the post operative patients. Add to this the fact that they were wandering around hardly helped. Finally they were given an infusion, so after moving them from a bay into the one last side room that was left on the ward, we got a drip stand and I set the infusion up. I accidently put the top up so that it was higher then the door. I only realised the error afterward, though as a bi-product after trying to try and persuade them to got to bed (this was at about 2am!) it was a welcome thing (The drip was high to strectch over. It's hardly ideal but it can be an effective measure to try and prevent patients from wandering and getting into trouble. I kept an eye out, but by then having spilt three tea's on the floor, precipitated most of the dinner which was offered earlier in the night onto the bay floor, having wandered into other patients bay, caused two patients to vomit due to the stench, I was more concerned that this one patient was the bacteriological equivalent of the H-Bomb on the ward.

Nights are a pain to chase up results. When you are trying to chase three up, it gets worse. My staff nurse phoned the path labs to check a patients blood results to be met with the reply of "What sample, you have not sent one". My staff nurse said that it had been taken near 6pm by the day staff. While they were both arguing the toss, I went and checked the sample collection point. There, I found 5 blood samples, including the one that was being asked for, and even worse and group and save for a patient who was going for surgery among the sample which were doing a good job of separating out into plasma. Then, when trying to access an antibiotic level, nothing turned up (though on the instructions of the SHO the IV was given with the antibiotics by me anyway- my first solo setting up of an IVAC pump).

The night was steady away after that. One person went onto telemetry, a few wanted to go to the loo, and I even managed to grab an hours sleep. After writing up the charts as needed, I got off at 7am, and have had a very welcome day sleeping.

I am back on for 4 nights in a row then Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday so I am going to try and bring my laptop with me to do my university essays because I will struggle to find time otherwise.

My Nightlark

The annoying thing about working a night shift is that you spend the entire day waiting to go to work. I was due to go to meet a tutor at the university for a essay and so could not afford much in the way of a lie in yesterday. I normally try to get up late to keep going through the shift. However, despite this I was still left waiting over half an hour to see the tutor due to late running tutorials. Eventually, the time came for me to go to work. I decided to set of a bit early just in case I was caught up in the rush hour traffic. As it turned out I was not, so ended up at the hospital at 6:10pm. A whole hour and 5 minute before the start of shift. It's at times like this that I really hate. You've changed into your tunic and trousers, everything is hunky dory. Which is what I was facing. Then I realised I had not shaved before leaving and not wishing to look like a werewolf after 2am, I brightly remembered that I keep a razor in my bag for such an occurrence. So, I was able to pass 10 minutes shaving. So, that still left me with over 50 minutes before I was supposed to be on the ward, which given the one meter distance from the changing room to the ward doors was not going to take that long to walk. Normally if I knew the ward better I may have wandered onto the ward, but there were two reasons I did not do this. One, half the time there is little to do while on days at this time, and secondly, I was considering the situation of being moaned at for turning up early and staff nurse accountability for me etc. Then I looked at my shoes...hmmm, could they be polished. Normally, its not the sort of thing that bothers you, but when your trying to kill time its EXACTLY the sort of thing that does. So, a quick clean passed... 3 minutes. I was getting nowhere fast, so decided to go a grab a coffee. No sooner had I entered the ward, one of the staff nurses came into the staff room, greeted me and said "Are you free to give us a hand at all? Only there are two patients going to theatre and its hectic out there".

It was one of those rare moments where such a sentence actually sounds good to hear. Indeed, before the official start of the shift, I did 2 ECG's. a care plan, two shouts to a buzzer and swapped a patients paperwork over. The the handover came, which showed there was nothing remarkable. Until we were sent a medical sleep out patient. Having got them admitted and squared up, the next job was to get sorted out for the medication round, check a patients blood for theater, and get the patients settled. That worked well, then at about 11:30pm we were told we were to take two more medical sleep outs because there were patients in A&E needing beds. At shortly after midnight, the two patients arrived, and without much ceremony went straight to bed. Whereupon, for the rest of the night, all the patients in the bay I was covering and the side rooms were asleep save for one near 2:30am who wandered to the loo and needed directing back.

This was fortunate as there was on bay which had 3 patients who needed ecg and the on call SHO through the night. This was about the only thing we required, as well as an occasional call for a side room patient who required help with position changes. It was one of those rare moments where things worked very, very well. The staff nurse went to the patient who was not well, I as the student did an ecg and a full set of obs, asked the usual questions when talking about chest pain (where it is, what it feels like, have you taken your GTN etc). Then the SHO turned up, politely listened to us, looked at the ECG, made his decision, prescribed medications as needed, and even stayed around while it was started, and we all talked quite Merrily away. For that small 30 minutes, while we covered MTAS, MMC, the freezing of nursing posts and the common ground shared in this mess, and the great thing was that we all worked together. If only this sort of thing could be maintained (ie, the clinical staff having the hand on the tiller rather then an anonymous minister somewhere in whithall) makes you wonder how much better the wards would be.

I was given a break shortly after 3am. I dosed in the staff room for a bit, and think even managed 3/4 hour sleep. One thing that did strike me during this time (I could hear the conversations between the SHO and the nurses following what I guess was another chest pain call) about the comments that people make about wanting a GP throughout the night. It just seems that when you look at what was going on in the acute hospital, that really I cannot see where a GP can really help a patient at 04:25 when there are no other serves open and most folks are asleep.

Anyway, after coming back to the ward, there was more checks made for the bloods of patients, the evaluation sheets written in (all of mine with "Sleeping well when observed. No problems reported overnight") which summed up what mine were doing. At 6am I took a blood sample from a patient and then did the theatre checklist and got the patient the pre-med. After that, the ward went quiet and following the arrival of the day staff, went home. Where I spent most of the day asleep.

Now, for tonight I am back there again. Talk of circadian rhythm.

My Reckoning

With Monday bringing another shift, I naturally slept in till 6:05. This is a problem as I am supposed to leave the house at 6:10. However, I managed to make my bus, and was even lucky enough to get a connecting bus which randomly arrived at 6:50 from where I have to change, so while I was initially thinking "here comes a crap day" it actually turned out rather well. So, by rather well please read "the hospital failed to explode". The ward was heavy, mainly because the lunatics had taken over the asylum, but then fell ill and had gone to the MAU. Which of course means that somebody with falls, confusion and dementia/other problem should be considered to be sent to the Diabetic/infectious disease ward in the endocrinology division. Oh, hand on, no they fucking don't but you try telling them lot that because somebody seems that they should. That's mainly what we had, which would be great but there were 21 patients out of 31 who had either had or was at risk, of falls. This, is not safe. It is an easy criticism to make of the nurses that patients fall, but this was too many. While there were howls of protest from the staff and the ward managers, there was nothing which any other ward was prepared to do to help us out. There was as a percentage 67.74% patients who had previously has falls. That, is not a good percentage of falls risks. While we know there have been cuts, this is where the chronic shortages are expressed the most, at the times of crisis where things go wrong.

My bay was not too bad. There was a few basic tasks to be done with the bed baths, bed changes, a discharge to sort out and a few BM's to do. I had every intention of setting off to do the observations first thing...only to find that there was no cuff on the dynamap. Lucky for me, this was no problem as fresh from having it on stand by while on a first aid duty with St John Ambulance on Saturday, my sphyg and stethoscope were taken out and given a hammering. Speaking of saturday, my St John ambulance duty was nice. 5 hours (9am-2pm) covering a 24 hour relay walk at a local rugby club with two first aiders and one Ambulance aid, which was unusualy in that while there was one public minor injury, I ended up with a sore backside from sitting on the cold wooden floor of the stand. If only the ward was like that.

After the doctors handover I was able to get to grips with the social workers referrals and faxed a few forms over to different places which took me nicely up to being at lunch. When I returned, there was a new admission (who did not have falls), which killed a bit of time, then I had a blood transfusion to do. So, with all that in place, using only my stethoscope, sphyg, a thermometer and my bare hands, all the relevant obs were done at the required intervals. With which, I then went home.

Then when I tested my BP at home, this came out at 150/100mmHg. Three times. This is not good. That's what it does to you.

My philospohical way

Well, the second of three shifts down. Today has been a shift made of many parts. I was back in the bay I was in yesterday with my normal staff nurse and another staff nurse who was covering as second nurse. I was going to take the two side rooms which are attached to the area, and the confused patient I had yesterday. In reality I had the side rooms and was floating about the bay. I put this down to there being three of us on the bay which did give a certain amount of "too many cooks" situation arising. However, I really should quell down such thoughts as that's tempting the doves of fate to shit on me from a great height for Friday when I am sure to write on that shift with "I could not find staff for love nor money...".

However, I have had a few thoughts running through my head today. Like for example the efforts that I went to with two patients to give them assisted feeding, the problem of keeping fluid intake up in patients and the odd bedfellows which nurses and doctors make. Take the nurse and doctor relationship. The historic portrait was of the male doctor and the subservient nurse. Today on the ward the nurses and the doctors have quite a close working relationship and one of the wards decision to have the nurses in to give the SHO's (Or whatever they get called after MMC culled them...FY1, ST2, ect) which meant we all have a bit more of a social time together. I particularly find this is one way to understand each other quite well, and certainly I think the doctors find this easier as they can get the nurse they need who is covering their patients quicker. Which I personally find nice as the more we work together the more we both seem to find that while doctors and nurses may be seen as arch enemy's the more I think about it we are more like schoolchildren in love: Mildly having demographic similarity but neither above pulling each others hair every now and again. Think about it for a moment: Both professions can trace their roots back thousands of years, both are the most prominent in the heart and mind of the public, both have handovers, both take the same crap from the public, both have suffered loss of posts in the NHS.

Loosing posts has meant there were few HCA's on the ward today which is why I was in giving assisted feeding to two patients and was trying to encourage a patient to drink which was the biggest failure of the day as despite my best effort I was lucky to get more then a few sips of water into them and if they had more then 150ml oral all day then they were luck (there were several IV infusions though). Which got me thinking of the new(ish) RCN nutrition focus. 2 of the 3 patients today needed me to give them assisted feeding. I could write an long list on nutrition the importance of eating in hospital but it's 22:05 and I really am a bit tired so cant be arsed to do that (if only I could write this in my essays). I think I may have found the biggest hurdle to this: The patient who refuses to eat. I personally hate doing assisted feeding as my early experiences were of spending 3/4 hour battling to give a patient about 4 spoonfuls of food. Today proved no excpetion which is something I really think we need somebody from Mental health to go through more. We have all I am sure been on a ward where there is a confused person who is shouting. You can bet your bottom dollar that this will eventually be one of three things: "Help", "Nurse" or "Get me out". So if they can figure out all this, perhaps they can figure out how we can better deal with the patient who is through their confusion putting themselves on hunger strike by proxy. If they can do that, I can figure out how not to end up with dinner spat down the front of me.

My window of opportunity

It was back to the wards today with the start of the new weeks having had a rather good weekend with my girlfriend. I am now spent up just a little. The staff nurse I was with was not my usual one but was however one of the longest serving nurses of the ward. The day was not bad, did a few IV antibiotics, had a playful IVAC device which was causing problems which was compounded by the patient being confused and waving their arms over the line causing it to occlude. The patients were OK really with few complaints needing referring to the medical team. Only two really to write home about happened just after lunchtime when one patient who is on morphine was feeling sick and a confused patient was describing central chest pain which was "Crushing" in nature. The former was soon sorted out by asking for an anti-emetic to be prescribed and the latter although having text book symptoms of Angina Pectoris was put down to being condition related after two ECG's were unremarkable. PRN Morphine and Glycerol Tri-Nitrate (GTN) should be enough to sort out any future events but with confusion it make the job just that more difficult to get right. However, I was in the bay monitoring so was quite pleased to take the opportunity to flex my nursing diagnosis muscles a bit (which is nice as I do think I have been stunted in doing this on the ward as nothing extra ordinary seems to have happened with the patients).

There were few buzzers in other bays either today which is a rare occurrences normally the afternoon brings a steady stream of them. There was only one in another bay which I attended to which was over the top window being open. The windows need a special hook to close and despite my efforts up a step ladder (with me having visions of crashing through a second floor window down onto the pavement below which was very vivid when you are up a ladder) I ended up closing the curtains to stop the draft.

Managed to get off early as well tonight as I had to travel in a taxi over to near where I live with some antibiotics for a patient. Which was nice.

My Days of my life

Having being ever so slight knacked after the shift yesterday today was not as bad. I damn near was hallucinating that I was still at work last night while in bed. Made good progress today as there was some feedback on the referrals made, one of the patients who was mostly asleep yesterday had a 40m-mols/l of K+ in 1000ml Normal Saline infused via IVAC by yours truly, did a few PEG feeds today and was able to feed and give thickened fluids to one patient thanks to the SALT referral being seen today. The Department of Health were in the hospital today. Thankfully they only went to the ward next door to me on my floor.

One of the doctors was asking about the patient from the same home I was at last year. They seemed to appreciate the information I was able to give, which is always nice to get a sense of job satisfaction.

Did my first handover tonight of my patients, then went with the medications needed for the patient I referred yesterday to the community hospital. It seemed so odd going back to my roots as a first year after exactly two years to the day I finished my very first placement. I really enjoyed working on that ward, as it was all about basic nursing care up there.

My defining moment

I once said that there was never any time where I felt that I have had that one defining moment in Nursing. Well, today was as near as I have been in a while. Today I was with my usual caseload of patients and all was proceeding smoothly. All the patients had their medication given, been washed, and were all in good spirits. I was to go for my morning break at 10am but after working through doing a flush and an IV line did not in fact start the 15 minute break until near 11am. I made my usual round of the patients, told them that I would be away from the bay but that the HCA would be keeping an eye on them. I make a point of this informal chat as it allows the patients to be aware of my whereabouts, and for me to know that they do not need anything in the immediate time.

Well, when I returned, all was well bar one patient who seemed a bit quiet. I was making another patient comfortable in the chair with the pillows when something made me take a look at the patient mentioned before and think "Somethings not right here". The patient looked a bit pale and seemed to be breathing heavily and rapidly. I went over, asked if they were OK and they seemed very distressed. They said that it was due to the new tablets they had had that morning (though this was several hours ago at the time). I was concerned that this could have been an allergic reaction so immediately started following the accepted protocol of laying the patient down, getting a set of obs and getting help. I got the patient onto their bed, got the dynamap which was next the patient, took a full set of observations, took down the information from the patient who was reporting SOB and chest pain. I alerted the HCA who put the patient on oxygen, and while I was doing the ECG the HCA called the staff nurse and the doctors to come down. All was well in the end, but it was one of those moments where the training really started to kick in. It was interesting to say the least.

Took the doctors ward round in the afternoon which was uneventful, though was the first one I have ever done which was a tad nerve wracking. In the afternoon I had a vist from the tutor in the essay which caused all the confusion who was really helpful. He said that considering the essay was bashed out that the standard was good. It would not pass at the moment as there was little mention made of the future implications of the subject, but said that if that was written in the same way as the rest and the current content tidied up that it would get well above 60 based on his opinion at the time (subject the change though).