Confusion/Corrections of a Nurse
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The day is cold blustery and rainy in the Pacific NW. The ducks and geese are floating on the lake with nothing to do but enjoy life. I would not want to be a duck or a goose, however I would like to be able to just sit and enjoy life for a change. JR and I are not unhappy with our lives. We enjoy our home and our own private lake and the wildlife and our dog Snowflake, cat, Mittens and kitten, Squeeky. We enjoy our residents. We have our own Adult Family Home (AFH) and finally very good help. Not so, just a year ago. Mamma moved in and it was wonderful. Mamma and I did everything together. Daddy told me if I took her he would pay my wages and medical insurance if I quit my job and took care of Mamma. Mamma had fallen for the one hundredth time I am sure. At first we put her at Assisted living where I worked at the time as a Nurse. The work was hard and it sounded really nice not to be responsible for sixty five people usually pulling a double shift on most nights. One time the night nurse fell in the icy snow and broke her ankle getting out of the car to come into work. I had to call 911 and for six weeks I worked a double. The new night nurse was very nice. I really liked her. She was a large person and had a sweet personality, however she admitted to being Bipolar. I believe after I left, that they had to let her go. She told me she had been let go from her previous job due to her “ wigging out” or some such term. Another nurse got into the drugs and was found lost in the halls when the morning nurse arrived. This is hear say. I don’t know anything for sure. I just know I loved that job and would have kept on had it not been for Mamma needing placement. She did not do well at assisted living, as she had been taking her own medication and one of her medications Coumadin (Warfarin) was one. I couldn’t tell by reading the instructions how much she was supposed to take so I’m sure she had no idea. No telling at that point how or how much she was taking. It is a dangerous drug. It is what they put in rat poison to cause rats to bleed to death Mamma fell and began to hemorrhage and soon, following several days of Vitamin K injections she was sent to the ER and given two units of blood. Assisted Living kept calling me to come back to work, if only part time. This was following my resignation. I really loved it there, although bending over the cart to get medications out of the lower drawers and treatment drawer, plus narcotics which were double locked in the lower drawer, was hard on my knees and back. I still have trouble and I am in the process of knee and back injections. They have helped tremendously, however it wears off and they can only do the knees three or four times a year. I will call Monday and see how long I must wait.
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About the Book
This particular book was taken from floppy discs from which I recorded nearly daily experiences about what was happening in one adult family home (AFH). The book became much too long, thus I will be writing more books. I will be sharing any profit with an orphanage in Pakistan and with several men spreading the gospel in East Africa. We have been very secure in the USA and are able to perform our duties without interference from the government, other than the people governing AFHs. I truly enjoyed being a nurse; however, I am glad to be retired now. I worked until I was seventy-two years old, becoming disabled from lifting patients for so many years as well as being bucked off horses and lifting one hundred forty pound bales of hay as well as being beaten up by a resident who had a three-year-old mind. She didn't like being told not to go in the laundry room.
About the Author
She was licensed as an LVN in Thousand Oaks, California. Training finished before my Birthday in 1972 at which time I received my license. At that time nurses were just beginning to not wear caps; however Student Nurses had to wear caps. While training in the ER a doctor saw me with a cap on and began giving me orders regarding a very ill child. So much medication per Kilo (the child’s weight). I stopped him and explained I was just a Student and did not yet know what a Kilo was nor what the medication was. I found said doctor a real nurse to take his orders.
I learned very quickly while working in the New Born Nursery to insist that a doctor writing orders no leave until he/she read the orders to me; due to most doctors having very poor handwriting. They were very accommodating. There was one incident, not mentioned in the book that a doctor was sued by the parents of a child. Even though the doctor was not in the wrong; the Judge found the Hospital liable and it was the largest settlement in history at the time. I plan to write about four more books about my years as a nurse.