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Blog Post

By: Jersey College // June 21, 2017

The clinical experience that reminded me why I wanted to be a nurse.

 

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It was our third week into clinicals, and at this stage, everything was becoming routine. Read, wash your hands, study. Read more. Take an exam. Read more. Don’t forget to wash your hands! It was a cold Florida Thursday morning, and I pulled up to the nursing home at six. As I adjusted my badge that was on my shirt, I took a brief look in the mirror and opened the car door. This type of environment was still new to me and the chilly weather made it even more surreal. My heart was pounding against my chest because I was shadowing a wound care nurse. The thought of using what I learned during lectures and applying my knowledge to care for a patient was thrilling. When I walked towards the door, the weather could not damper my mood because I was ready to start measuring, examining, and visualizing real life wounds. I was under the impression that this would be exactly as the videos and textbooks described. That is, until I met my next patient.

She had just turned 90 years old and had a wound that was not getting better, regardless of all the treatment doctors and nurses were giving her. The nurse briefly described the situation and we prepared ourselves for what was to come. As I walked into the patient’s room, I was overwhelmed with the amount of love that I could visibly see. When you can feel love through your skin just by a quick inspection of a patient’s room, it takes your breath away.  At first glance, my eyes trailed over the pictures, balloons, flowers and all the typical “get well” gifts that people generally give. Numerous blankets were fluffed and sprawled across the bed. Any extra clothing and blankets were neatly pressed and folded on her nightstand. Her hair was pulled back and washed with tenderness and even her little fingernails were painted a soft rose pink.  The part about her room that stood out more than anything else was her smile. It was a contagious smile and almost as big as the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. My cheeks subconsciously rose and my lips parted into a smile while I introduced myself. She was beautiful. I carefully explained the reason for our visit and what it would entail, but as I trailed off, she finished my sentence. She knew what we were going to assess and even went into details on what we should expect. Although her smile was as bright as a Christmas tree, she voiced to us that she was in pain. “You’ll see why.” She winked at me, but like the love that I could feel in my bones, I also felt her pain. With the help from the nurse, we began positioning her so that we could assess the wound on her lower back that was resulting in excruciating pain. But I could not take my eyes off her face. In that exact moment, I felt like a moth being drawn to a light and regardless of my surroundings, it felt as if time had stopped. 

I watched helplessly as the blood in her face slowly drained away and my “fight or flight” reactions were activated as I rushed to her bedside and grabbed her hand. My eyes were focused on her face as I watched her eyelashes flutter then squint shut and her mouth exhaling moans of pain. In that moment, I used my wisdom of quotes about being distracted to pass time, with high hopes that it would help move faster. My hand instinctively started rubbing hers in a nurturing way, hoping that I could become a sponge and absorb her pain. “I was a nurse for fifty years.” Her blue eyes narrowed in on mine, almost as if she knew what I was attempting to do and she startled me. “Oh?” I lifted an eyebrow and the corner of my lips curled into a grin as I responded, “Well, since you are a nurse, we need to spend more time together. I could really use you to help me pass these tests! Why didn’t you tell me to bring my books today?” Despite the amount of pain she was enduring, her face began to light up and that unforgettable smile was welcoming me once again. “You are quite the character,” she whispered over short breaths, “I like it.”  We created a bond during the bittersweet time we spent together. She told me a few heartwarming stories while I remained at her side, and even after the wound care was completed, I continued to comfort her. Unfortunately, I was reminded by the nurse that time did not stop and I needed to continue with my day. As I walked out of the room, I turned around to get one last view at the woman who inspired me to be a better person than I am today. She spent fifty years being genuinely selfless as a nurse, and made me realize this is what I was born to do.

After treating an inspirational patient at the nursing home, I walk down the hallways of Jersey College with my head held high and with her in my heart. Individualized patient care such as the one I experienced is what motivates me to graduate even when I dread waking up early for exam days.

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