I won't. Ever.
Showing posts with label memorial. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memorial. Show all posts
Thursday, September 11, 2014
Saturday, May 26, 2012
The week that was
So happy the Memorial Day weekend is here, because I'm free from the idiocy of the Hotel.
What a week!
1. Bubba decided to goof off at day camp and injure himself. Hello Next Door Neighbor Peds ER. I think he'll be careful about goofing off in the pool next time if he wants to stay in it.
2. The new nurses started in the SU satellite clinic and have lots of good ideas, some of which may actually work with some of the primadonnas on our medical staff. One nurse was promptly pulled back to the floor because well-meaning manager never thought anyone would call in sick on payday before a holiday. Sounds like a writeup is coming!
3. I got to educate more people. Computer education, health education, you name it. I hope those educators don't get wigged out. There's way more education needed than what we're allotted to do.
One of my coworkers is working on a leadership project in my area...which happens to be the NBT (Next Best Thing) in healthcare. The Manglement puts articles on the employee intranet, on Facebook and Twitter, yet the non-clinical people have no clue what it is. D. is gonna have to do some education herself.
4. I get to work on a memorial project for our deceased patients at the Hotel (this started last year). The support staff working on it are just too damned cheery for me. We'll see how it goes.
More to come...the big project starts next week in advance of the big trek.
What a week!
1. Bubba decided to goof off at day camp and injure himself. Hello Next Door Neighbor Peds ER. I think he'll be careful about goofing off in the pool next time if he wants to stay in it.
2. The new nurses started in the SU satellite clinic and have lots of good ideas, some of which may actually work with some of the primadonnas on our medical staff. One nurse was promptly pulled back to the floor because well-meaning manager never thought anyone would call in sick on payday before a holiday. Sounds like a writeup is coming!
3. I got to educate more people. Computer education, health education, you name it. I hope those educators don't get wigged out. There's way more education needed than what we're allotted to do.
One of my coworkers is working on a leadership project in my area...which happens to be the NBT (Next Best Thing) in healthcare. The Manglement puts articles on the employee intranet, on Facebook and Twitter, yet the non-clinical people have no clue what it is. D. is gonna have to do some education herself.
4. I get to work on a memorial project for our deceased patients at the Hotel (this started last year). The support staff working on it are just too damned cheery for me. We'll see how it goes.
More to come...the big project starts next week in advance of the big trek.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
On to sunny skies...
I told G. I'd go since she was leaving town. I wandered back on the unit at Saintarama to celebrate one of the techs I worked with there. Suzy was a bright, cheery older woman, who worked really hard and took wonderful care of her patients...and I'm not just saying that.
When Suzy had an assignment, you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew your back was covered. Suzy knew what was going on because she was out in the rooms taking care of her people. You didn't have to ask her if it was done, because she just did it. They tell you a lot about working with unlicensed personnel in nursing school, but if they had a poster child for a nurse's dream unlicensed staff member, Suzy would have been on it.
You could occasionally help Suzy...if by chance she missed something because she was with someone else for a moment and you snuck in to do it. She always came to work immaculate--hair done just so, clothes pressed, makeup on. The patients loved her and she loved the patients.
They also tell you about having staff reinforce different teaching points with patients, and Suzy was a champ. I remember one of my patients had had a UTI, and Suzy even told her family to bring in a big bottle of cranberry juice, so she could make sure her patient had it every day, in case our dietary folks forgot theirs. Suzy fed this patient on each shift she worked, so I knew she'd get that cranberry juice, even though the patient said, "I'm never going to drink it again, I've had so much." When she saw Suzy, she always relented and drank it. "I don't want another infection," she said, looking at Suzy.
When I found out Suzy had cancer, I really wanted to see her, but I missed the party they threw for her. She wanted her wake while she was alive, she said, so a bunch of staff went to her house and threw a barbecue. Suzy was weak, but loved every minute of it.
So, today, on a beautiful spring day, we celebrated her life, which ended a few weeks ago. Always giving, Suzy willed her body to one of the local medical schools. The service was beautiful --there were prayers and tears and lots of stories about her perfectly coiffed hair (which was usually a wig, since she loved wigs.) Her goddaughters showed up, children in tow, and one from across the country, to release bunches of balloons in her favorite color, yellow.
And they floated skyward in a gentle breeze. One strayed and looked as if it would land on the spike of one of the wings of the hospital, but quickly, it was lifted up by a gust, and floated toward the others. Perhaps, just another sign, of a part of Suzy wanting to stay behind.
When Suzy had an assignment, you breathed a sigh of relief. You knew your back was covered. Suzy knew what was going on because she was out in the rooms taking care of her people. You didn't have to ask her if it was done, because she just did it. They tell you a lot about working with unlicensed personnel in nursing school, but if they had a poster child for a nurse's dream unlicensed staff member, Suzy would have been on it.
You could occasionally help Suzy...if by chance she missed something because she was with someone else for a moment and you snuck in to do it. She always came to work immaculate--hair done just so, clothes pressed, makeup on. The patients loved her and she loved the patients.
They also tell you about having staff reinforce different teaching points with patients, and Suzy was a champ. I remember one of my patients had had a UTI, and Suzy even told her family to bring in a big bottle of cranberry juice, so she could make sure her patient had it every day, in case our dietary folks forgot theirs. Suzy fed this patient on each shift she worked, so I knew she'd get that cranberry juice, even though the patient said, "I'm never going to drink it again, I've had so much." When she saw Suzy, she always relented and drank it. "I don't want another infection," she said, looking at Suzy.
When I found out Suzy had cancer, I really wanted to see her, but I missed the party they threw for her. She wanted her wake while she was alive, she said, so a bunch of staff went to her house and threw a barbecue. Suzy was weak, but loved every minute of it.
So, today, on a beautiful spring day, we celebrated her life, which ended a few weeks ago. Always giving, Suzy willed her body to one of the local medical schools. The service was beautiful --there were prayers and tears and lots of stories about her perfectly coiffed hair (which was usually a wig, since she loved wigs.) Her goddaughters showed up, children in tow, and one from across the country, to release bunches of balloons in her favorite color, yellow.
And they floated skyward in a gentle breeze. One strayed and looked as if it would land on the spike of one of the wings of the hospital, but quickly, it was lifted up by a gust, and floated toward the others. Perhaps, just another sign, of a part of Suzy wanting to stay behind.
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