Weeks went by with no phone calls or emails. I began to lose hope and increasingly began to loathe going to work at my current job. It was March 4th that I received a phone call; it was a Thompson Hospital job recruiter asking me if I was interested …show more content…
I was ready to take on my first assignment. After my 4th Month on my own I was called in to the Nursing Director’s office; my heart sank, I feared that I may have done something wrong and of course I didn’t want to lose the job that I just worked so hard to get. My anxiety was immediately lifted when Elizabeth, the Nursing Director explained that she called me in to offer me a new position on the night shift. She continued by saying that she needed her strongest players in the right position and that she considers me one of those strong players. Humbled I briefly thought about it, and accepted the offer.
Like the dayshift There is a side of care that the world rarely sees. Comfort Care is also known as end-of-life care; the form of care that is rendered to those who are nearing an imminent death. The thought of watching someone die is very sad, but in some ways can be seen as refreshing. in September an older man of about 90 years came to the floor. To put it simply his body was shutting down and there was no medical cure that could prevent it. Within his sixth week in our care it became evident that his time was coming near. One night his oldest daughter came to the nurse’s station and specifically requested that one of the nurses, Heather and myself were the ones to take …show more content…
I asked if she needed any help to get caught up and as she lifted her head I could see the tears on her face. I placed my hand on her shoulder as if to say “I know your pain” we took the next 10 minutes to talk out everything we’ve just been through. We then went on assisting the other staff members caring for patients, answering call lights for more pain medicine, more water, or simply just assistance to the restroom. Two hours passed and the family had all left. Heather and I prepared the body to go to the next destination, the morgue. I could tell that this was troubling Heather, so I offered her some advice that had been given to me on my first dead on arrival call as an EMT. “what you see here is nothing more than a vehicle, the occupant has left and is no longer in this vehicle.” As we are securing the final toe tag to the shroud the nursing supervisor and a security guard arrived to remove the body. Heather and I both left the room and did not say a word and went on the next three hours of our shift until the glorious 7 AM hour arrived. It was time to give report to the oncoming staff and go home to get some well-deserved rest after 12 hours of physically and emotionally taxing work. That morning Heather and I somehow managed to reach the timeclock at the same time. As we enter she quietly said “I never would’ve thought somebody 10 years younger than me would teach me