When it was was time to leave my pre op room, and switch to the operating room, I was calm and relaxed, which was strange. Many would think that any twelve year old child would be nervous for their first surgery, especially brain surgery, but for some reason, during the month that I knew about my surgery, I was not that nervous. As I was walking with my OR nurse and my mom to the operating room, the nurse brightly said, “so Claire, do you still want to be a nurse? Because I could tell, you would make an excellent one!" She stated as we were making our way to the orange line that would separate myself and my parents. I laughed as I responded, “yea I still do, I can't imagine being anything else, and i'm already one step ahead, I'm already familiar with the hospital!" I jokingly added as we reached the orange line. “Alright, this is where we have to part, but we promise we will take care of Claire,” my nurse assured as she opened the big brown doors. After my mom wished me luck, she made her way to the waiting room, while I began to make to make my way into the surgical wing, which was a bit more overwhelming then expected. As we walked into the surgery wing, I began to feel a little nervous, "Snap out of It!" I told myself, "I have …show more content…
It was in that moment where I felt complete terror, I muttered,“I cant! No stop I don't want to go,” I cried out, as I shook in embarrasment. The feeling of my body slowly shutting down, scared me, and only negative thoughts of what could go wrong came to mind all in just a matter of seconds. “Claire its ok, just keep breathing, you are going to feel very uncomfortable for a few seconds longer, but I promise you, everything will be ok,” my nurse looked at me as I started to calm down. My anesthesiologist then came to me at suggested that I should imagine blowing out candles, and so I did, and as my imaginary candle went out, so did
I was super excited but also nervous because I had no idea what I was getting myself into. My first thoughts were, “wow these are all freshman, why does this classroom smell like lavender and what is that annoying squeaky smell?” The lavender smell was a burning candle and that annoying squeaky sound was a super old heater in the back of the classroom. I sat next to a new girl named Jennifer, she just so happened to be in the same grade as me so I wasn’t alone. Jennifer always smelled like different perfumes from bath and body works. As weeks, months, and a year went by it was my senior year and I had grown so close to Jennifer and my teacher, Mrs. Huff. I realized how much I loved that class and how happy I was that God had led me down that path! I was filled with so much joy entering Mrs. Huff’s class my first day of my senior year because I was beginning my clinicals. Once I started visiting the hospital, Tennova, participating in and watching procedures I realized nursing is exactly what I wanted to do! The best surgery I got to witness was a baby being born; it wasn’t a pleasant sight, looked very painful and the smell of blood was so strong I felt like I could taste it, yuck! But, it was an amazing experience and I considered labor and delivery as my future
I had just finished facing my fears watching the metallic needle slip so seamlessly under my skin into the veins of my nervous, clammy hand. Hugging my Mom like it could have been the last time I saw her, seeing my dad's face stern and worried. I wheeled down the hall into this operating room, white was all I saw, a bed in the middle for the surgery to go down. As I lay on the bed waiting to be put under I remember seeing the blue masks of the people to be operating on me, I had to put all my trust in them, trusting someone you seen for less than 5 seconds with your life. Absolutely terrifying. The nurse slipping the fluid into my IV as I lay on my back looking up at the white ceiling, this cold sensations rushed over me. Then suddenly, I was out.
I followed the RN nurse who was to assist and prep the operating room (OR). She first went into the clean utility room, where she picked up essentials for the surgery. When everything was gathered and prepared, we had to sit and wait for the patient who had arrived late. The RN would check the computer constantly to see if the patient was on file. After the clock hit 9, which was the time for the surgery, the RN nurse decided to go help put the patient on file quicker. When we arrived at the patients room, there was a nurse making the patient fill out papers. The RN nurse took over the papers while the other nurse completed the documents on the computer. While watching all the questions being asked, and the time it took to fill out the paper work, I realized that the paper work process is not easy.
(Beck, 2005) Carol was given more anesthesia, which caused her to feel like she was burning on the inside. She describes the pain as “being roasted in a barbecue pit”. She eventually lost consciousness and she woke later after the surgery and was able to recall and say exact phrases the surgeons had used during the operation. Providers have also been trained on how to manage and talk to a patient that has experienced such an event.
at the orphanage, I was able to help build a sidewalk and a garage for
As I sat there in the emergency room, my head numb, my hair red, and sweat covering my forehead, not really knowing what was going to happen. That’s probably not what you would have wanted to be feeling on a Friday night in second grade. But, that’s what I was feeling.
On my hospital bed, I sit and stretch out my arms to relieve some nervous tension. My room is nothing but dull grey walls and the smell of disinfectant. My ears perk up as I listen to doctors and nurses conversing outside. Their voices grow louder and louder as I hear their feet coming closer to my door. I crane my neck towards sounds, only to spot the brass knob of my door turning. My heart begins to race and my breathing becomes shallower. I quickly pull out a pocketknife from under my pillow and slip it into my pants pocket. Stealthily, I roll out of bed, forgetting about the various tubes attached to my body. I wince in pain and tears well up in my eyes as they get yanked ou...
This clinical rotation I was assigned to the operating room, where they conduct obstetric surgical procedures. Since, I had been sent to observe in the operating room before, during the previous semester, I was more at ease. Especially, already knowing what the role of a nurse would be during the procedure. There were four operation scheduled for that day, three of which I was able to observed. Even though there must have been a thousand scenarios of what might possibly go wrong were playing through my head, everything went well with each procedure. There were two hysterectomy, one caesarian birth procedure, and one laparoscopic tubal ligation performed, all of which except the caesarian birth I observed. Thus, I was a bit disappointed having missed the process of birth. However, the experience of having to work with a nurse that was not only very accommodating, but very intent on making sure that I gain knowledge
I was then introduced to a patient who was in isolation. Her legs were immovable and were crossed in a very uncomfortable position. I wish I could’ve done something so that her legs could be in a more comfortable position, but all I could do was observe and get her a cup of ice cold water to drink. During this clinical observation, I didn’t get to see much but overall, it was a good experience. It made me realize what it was like to be in a hospital setting and what it meant to be a nurse. Seeing how the patients were still able to smile through all the pain they went through, it made me want to become a nurse even more because I would also like to make my patients happy. If I could do one thing differently during this clinical observation, I wish I didn’t ask my senior nurse about what externships she took and instead, I wished I asked her more questions about the patients in order to gain more information about
Yet when my mom got to the hospital and she saw me still waiting, she was a bit confused on why the surgery was taking so long. The nurse finally told us she would be in her room in a couple of minutes. We headed up to see her, and my grandmother has never been good under anesthesia. She was groggy and wasn’t really talking much, but we understood why. We said our goodbyes, and were
I said, "goodbye" to the nurse and left that awful place. Outside, I took a deep breath of cool fresh air. I practically ran to get inside my safe car. When back inside i cried in excruciating pain, I couldn't even feel my face. I sat there for a while thinking of those three terrifying words, Dr. Rust's office. I inserted the key into my ignition, turned it and drove away. When I knew I was home safe, I looked into my rear-view mirror. When I saw that old rickety building filled with bad experiences, I realized that that had been the most uncomfortable place I had ever visited, and I surely wasn't going to return.
Nurses have immeasurable responsibility in a very demanding, yet rewarding work environment. As a nurse you will laugh and cry, see people at their best and worse, as well as step into others’ lives. For these reasons I believe nursing is the hardest job you will ever love. As I wake up early for clinical I prepare for my shift gathering the needed information to provide the best quality care to my patients, Mrs. Adams and Mr. Moore. I review the information my clinical supervisor has sent to me the night before, most of the information I have seen before as I am a third year nursing student, still every patient is uniquely different. I arrive to the hospital that my placement is at and find my floor nurse for further instruction.
I promptly arrived at the hospital. My hands slid off the sweaty steering wheel as my feet roughly acquainted themselves with the pavement in the parking lot. Arriving at the doors of the hospital, I felt the pulsing of my blood racing through my veins. Bustling to the elevator, I could feel the air wafting me in the face, like a frank train slamming into my body. The tension in the air was so thick that I was suffocating in quicksand. Meeting up with my mom and dad, I could see that they were equally anxious and nervous for their daughter and our family.
I kept thinking about how bright the lights were and how on earth did they get those lights on the ceiling like that while I was being wheeled away. I was afraid, but only because I couldn’t breathe. I wasn’t afraid of the nurses or the doctors surrounding me, making me try to breathe in this weird gas that smelt of candy I used to eat all the time. As the gas took affect I did realize, though, that the hospital was more than what I thought it was. These people don’t just give you shots to keep you from getting sick and they don’t just give you delicious candy and sweet smiles. These people can save lives. They were doing what I would have sworn on everything I knew that my mom could do and what I thought she should do. I realized for the first time that my mom actually couldn’t do anything and it confused me. As a little girl, my mother was the superheroes we all saw in the movies for me. Of course I didn’t hate her for it; it’s just that my very small world became a little bigger after being exposed to a changing situation. I realized things I never
As a nursing student, my job has been very involving. In my career, I have recognized that I play a major role of offering intensive care to patients who are recovering from surgery. I have managed to help a couple of patients regain consciousness and also am responsible for managing their condition until they are discharged. My responsibilities in post-anesthesia unit included the following: