Now I can't help wondering how my colleagues working the late shift are doing..
So, how does a girl console herself?
With chocolate of course!
And whiskey!
And don't forget the best....
....alpaca wool!
...so much better.
Showing posts with label Palliative care. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Palliative care. Show all posts
Monday, February 7, 2011
A day of horror
Bad day at work.
Now I can't help wondering how my colleagues working the late shift are doing..
So, how does a girl console herself?
With chocolate of course!
And whiskey!
And don't forget the best....
....alpaca wool!
...so much better.
Now I can't help wondering how my colleagues working the late shift are doing..
So, how does a girl console herself?
With chocolate of course!
And whiskey!
And don't forget the best....
....alpaca wool!
...so much better.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
All work and no play...
I've worked all weekend, and will continue to do so tomorrow too. I love my job, but it does keep me away from Green Greta and my knitting needles.
It's strange how close we get to our patients. We don't really know them, just met them a couple times before, but we know all about their lives in this moment. All about their fears and worries. Probably more than they know about their future.
I work as a palliative nurse in end-of-life care. I work on the palliative floor in the hospital and I work in home care. Today I got an insight into my patients life that I really didn't want. I don't want to know how horrible they have been to their loved ones. I don't want to know how much they wish they could live their lives over again and do it lovingly. I don't want to hear how their spouses tell me how they want to care for them at home despite all them mean things they are told. But I hear, and I see, and I comfort and help. I will stand by them till the end and treat them with dignity and respect and hold their hand in the end. Because everyone should be treated such.
It's strange how close we get to our patients. We don't really know them, just met them a couple times before, but we know all about their lives in this moment. All about their fears and worries. Probably more than they know about their future.
I work as a palliative nurse in end-of-life care. I work on the palliative floor in the hospital and I work in home care. Today I got an insight into my patients life that I really didn't want. I don't want to know how horrible they have been to their loved ones. I don't want to know how much they wish they could live their lives over again and do it lovingly. I don't want to hear how their spouses tell me how they want to care for them at home despite all them mean things they are told. But I hear, and I see, and I comfort and help. I will stand by them till the end and treat them with dignity and respect and hold their hand in the end. Because everyone should be treated such.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Work, work, work - the hard job of dying
I'm always amazed at how brave, wise and humble my patients and their families are in the face of oncoming death. They ask, with hope in their eyes, about the prognosis and are brazenly told that there is no point in further treatment because their bodies are too fragile. Almost without exeption they bravely comment: "ok, that's what we thought, we'll just take one day at a time."
Then they handle every hardship, every sorrow, every goodbye on the long road to death. Usually with a beautiful grace. They are my heroes as I watch their wandering and do what I can to help them walk as easily as it is possible on their short or long road to the end.
Then they handle every hardship, every sorrow, every goodbye on the long road to death. Usually with a beautiful grace. They are my heroes as I watch their wandering and do what I can to help them walk as easily as it is possible on their short or long road to the end.
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