What kind of nerdy nurse would I be if I wasn’t an advocate of the newest nurse charting – Electronic Medical Records (EMR Charting)? Not worthy of my title, at the very least. As a nerd, I am pretty much required to preach the glories of my geeky infatuations. Not only to justify my obsessions but also to promote more growth and innovation in the tech world. Us geeks need new tech to satisfy our cravings. A slight digression, yes, but you have no doubt grown accustomed to those in my little corner of the web. (And if not, you may want to […]
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I wrote recently about how my hospital’s administration has decided to go the route of uniforms. Of course, there are obvious pros and cons to this decision, but they made it, with little involvement from the nurses. What was bothersome about this change to me was the fact that they didn’t really involve the nurses. They made a major decision that effects our daily lives and addressed our opinions as an after thought. We are mandated to a specific color, brand, location to purchase, and have to embroider their logo on the scrubs that we have to pay for. I understand the benefits
There is this thing in the quest for a B.S.N. degree called A.P.A. And while I could tell you what I think those letters actually stand for, the fact is that I am forced to use these insane rules of writing to produce much of my work. What would normally only take 15 minutes to compose takes me an hour when forced to uphold the constraints of the scholarly form. I rather enjoyed writing my last assignment. Well, let me rephrase that, I enjoyed gaining the knowledge, rearranging the thoughts, and placing the words eloquently on the page. I did
A very real conversation – when nurses chart their medical care, are they depending too much on charting and not enough on connecting with the people they care for? Nurses Chart Too Much & Don’t Think For Themselves Teresa Brown, R.N. wrote an article, featured in the New York Times, recently Caring for the Chart of the Patient, in which she discusses the very real challenge we face as nurses to document our care. She speaks about the mandates, and standards that we are forced to document on in order to satisfy one agency, insurance company, regulation, or another. What she mentions that
Nursing school really is a circus, complete with clowns, ringmasters, lions, and flaming hoops to jump through. Johnson County Community College lawsuit. To hear their response, one might assure this girl expelled a fetus herself and was proudly poking it at it with a pair of hemostats. She didn’t. She took a picture, which her instructor allowed, excited to be participating in healthcare. I would really like to know what the “mother” in regard to said placenta thinks of this nonsense. Would she agree that the action would surmount to being “insensitive and disrespectful toward the mother and the human
Throughout my profession and personal journey, I have always attempted to better myself. It is not so much that I am unsatisfied with my current state, but more so a desire to do something more and to be a part of something bigger than myself. It is the reason that I started writing and being involved in social media and nursing and writing about lateral violence. It is also the reason that I am a contributing editor to MyRealityTech.com. It seems only logical that I do the same in nursing and the natural progression is to move into administration and
So why zombies?
Well, honestly, I encounter the dead a lot more frequently that most members of society. Its not terribly often, mind you, in fact, its usually less than one a year. However, that is still more than I would if I were not in this profession.
Every time I have performed post-mortem care I am on pins and needles. I can’t get over the nagging sensation that at any moment they could moan, groan, vomit, or leap off the bed in a feverous attempt to eat my brains.