Officially, I am now authorized to perform one activity in the clinical area: Washing my hands! It may seem simple, but it took me two tries to get it right. I accidentally touched the chrome handles on the faucet while using a paper towel to shut it off. But now I'm wiser. Plus, I figure it puts me ahead of at least half the personnel in the hospitals, both to know how to do it, and to actually do it. Apparently, I am supposed to narc on anyone who does not properly wash their hands before touching my patients. Somehow, I don't think that the long-time docs and nurses will appreciate my vigilance.
This week, we will be working on Vital Signs. I have been palpating the pulses of everyone in my house, much to their enjoyment. They seem to think that palpating pedal pulses (say that three times fast) should result in a nice foot massage. I comply only about 1/2 the time. I don't want them thinking of nurses as massage therapists, right? Tim seems to think that Physical Assessment gives him free rein to grope the student nurse. Try that in a hospital, and he'll be pulling back a bloody stump.
I did get my first lab coat though. I'm a little bummed that it wasn't presented in a semi-elaborate Coating Ceremony, but I think that's just for doctors. Already, though, my coat is longer than the baby doctors'. Hope nobody mistakes that for competence.
1 comment:
wow, I hope you and your McCain loving ways are never ever ever my nurse. Oh wait - you won't be, because you think me and other people who don't "deserve" it should not have healthcare free from robber baron health insurance .
Also, you would need some kind of heart. And if you don't care about this country, how could you care about a patient?
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