Day two clinicals. This day went so much smoother. I had the same two patient as the day before and one got discharged and I got a new patient. I feel like my second day I had an amazing relationship with my one patient. I got her to eat a little more that day because I knew what to talk to her about. When people are happier they tend to eat more than being depressed. She really enjoyed my company. Since she had a stage 4 pressure ulcer, they got an air mattress bed. We had to move her out of her old bed onto this new bed. In which I was worried about because she was bed bound. We had more than enough people to help me accomplish this. I had about seven people help with this process. I am very grateful for all the help I receive for this. I got to help you mess with the …show more content…
I help her eat some that day. I hung a piggy back for her that day as well. Later that night we change the dressing out on her pressure ulcer with the help of her RN nurse assigned to her. I have never seen that big of a pressure ulcer yet. It was so deep, you could see muscle and there was major tunneling going on. I feel so bad for this patient. As we were changing her dressing. I had the patient go to her happy place in which she talk to me about. She was on the beach with us (those whom were in the room) and we were all building sand castles with her. This was a nice non medicine therapeutic technique and she said she loved talking to me about her happy place. We did med her as well before we did this but it’s still has to hurt. At the end of the night she started to cry when I told her that I was leaving and I really hope she gets better soon. She told me I was so caring, nice, sweet and will make a good nurse. She didn’t want me to leave but understood I couldn’t stay forever. She’s the reason I love helping people, and knowing I made a difference in someone
Before this, she was living on her own and her goal was to be able to go back home and do all the things she was doing before. At first, it was really hard for her to even stand up and put weight on her leg. As time went on, she was able to walk a short distance with a walker. Jeannie was beside her making sure she did not fall and I followed with a wheelchair just in case she got too tired to continue her walk.
These last hours consisted of screaming, taking walks, laying back down, and being so excited to see her baby daughter. She’s ready for it to be over, and wants someone to tell her she’s doing great. Her husband, Mark was there for the beginning of the labor, and supporting her. Telling her that she can do this, and that this will be good for them. He keep saying that this will solve their issues, it’s a new start.
Then, the nurses gave my mom and I art supplies. They had paints just like my preschool did. This made my days much more fun. My preschool even sent me a “get well soon,” card with everyone’s signatures. I felt special and less homesick.
Over the coming weeks, I witnessed her losing her battle, not only with her illness but the lack of support from others. Yet my presence had caused her to smile and regain some happiness. From this, I learned that all patients need support, and I realized that even the simplest things can change a person’s outlook on life. It also became clear to me that a patient’s emotional comfort is as important as her physical health, and it is essential to consider this when treating
As she healed she eventually utilized a shower chair and waterproof boot covers so she could shower on her own again and I noticed how much happier it made her to perform aspects of her own self-care. It made me understand the importance of being able to provide people with the equipment and interventions they need to complete tasks independently and strengthened my desire to want to work with people to achieve their own goals and complete the tasks they wish to
“Oh please! You guys say that you want to move into this new house because it looks great. The real reason is because the commute to my therapist is much faster. I’m fine mom and dad! I don’t need antidepressants nor do I need a therapist.
During the first session she gave herself an eight and a half, today she rated herself as a seven. I assured her that recovery takes time, and that there is nothing wrong with her. Even though her progress is slow, the important thing is that there is in fact
I followed CP’s case over the course of her week in hospital and I feel it is one that will shape my approach to patients and families dealing with chronic illness. Up until this point in my clinical attachment, the diabetic patients that I had met had all been diagnosed for a longer period of time and were familiar with their management routine. CP and her family were all understandably overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. Her mother stated that “on Monday my little girl had never even been in a hospital before; the next day she was giving herself insulin injections”. In the first few days of CP’s stay in hospital, her mum would become quite teary when I was talking to her.
I have been very luckily treated for multiple generic disorders in America since 2001 as a result of advancing medical science and the stunning performance by physicians, surgeons, clinicians and therapists. The medical practitioners had introduced me hopes again and again. It was when I woke up from general anesthesia in Massachusetts General Hospital my surgeon explained to me the implantable device on clinic trial failed to correct my generic disorder; however he reassured me this was not the end of it and we’ll try another device expected to be available after FDA’s approval in a year. I would have a shortened life expectancy if this disorder was left untreated into my middle-age adulthood.
During that time, she became dependent for her daily activities because of the wound. I felt so bad for her being injured and being on pain. Since I was her roommate, I took the responsibility of her daily care. I had to assist her in the morning care, bring the food from kitchen and assist her feeding. I had to do the dressing every other day.
I asked her when she wanted these task done by and I also informed her that I could get the clients until next semester. While in seminar I learned that we can only have 1-3 clients and not until next semester. My field instructor wanted me to have 5-6 clients and she didn 't know I couldn’t have them until next semester. So it was really good getting the correct information and that she was understanding.
I asked her if she need any help from my side. She was suffering from gas in stomach and it is causing her pain so she told me to get her morning medicine. It was her medication time, so I administered her medication in the supervision of my nurse. After an hour of medication ingestion, she seems cooperative to talk and she was calmed.
This clinical experience has really helped me to sharpen my communication skills and realize just how important it is to understand mental health. We are told multiple times in class that mental health issues can be seen on any floor and that is the truth. I’ve seen patients in my older adult clinical on the pulmonary floor suffer from issues that range from anxiety to bipolar disorder and depression. Being able to understand how to approach people that suffer from these types of illnesses, allows us, the nurses, to give the patient the best care that we can. It helps to build a trusting relationship and get to know them on a personal level.
Often times, a patient wants a doctor or nurse that maintains professionalism, but also shows compassion and empathy (Cohn, 2010). A doctor or nurse must carry out their duty to provide the best care possible and make sure their patient feels as though they are a part of the care plan. However, it is also important to maintain empathetic when a patient is having a hard time dealing with a diagnosis. A great way to balance these two, is to be empathetic for the patient’s circumstance, but to also not be too affected emotionally. It is alright to sometimes be emotional with patients, but the patient should not have to feel like they have to support their doctor or nurse.
That’s when the nurse came in and told me I could do this. It took 45 minutes, then she was out. The was beautiful, word can’t describe how I felt. All I can say was that I never have felt a love like that before. Her first cry was music to my ears.