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with patient X…… Something as simple as taking a walk around the facility can prove to be a battle with patient X. From the day I met patient X it was noticeable that she was lacking her memory. Patient X could no longer tell me her name and everyday it would be different struggle, but for that day it was getting her out of bed to take a walk. From the moment I walked in and introduced myself, patient X could not provide me with her name. Patient X constantly asked if I was her baby, and when dealing with an Alzheimer patient, it’s always best to go along with what that patient is saying. As I got patient X up and out of bed, she started to become violent and resistant. Patient X took forty-five minutes to simply get out of bed and dressed, and that was the very beginning of the battle that would consist all day. …show more content…
I had to provide basic care for her, such as brushing hair and her teeth. After another fifteen minutes' patient X was ready for our walk. As patient X and I started our walk she constantly asked questions such as “where are we?” or “who are you?” I constantly answered and tried to go along with whatever Patient X said. At one point patient X had a meltdown, she was very emotional and this cause me to have to get assistance. Patient X required her baby doll to talk a walk with her as it calmed her down. Being new I didn’t know this, and retrieved the doll immediately. Patient X’s meltdown took about 15 minutes to control, and we hadn’t even made it out of her wing of the resident’s home. Patient X and I continued our walk after receiving her baby doll, but even the doll could not keep her completely calm throughout this process. Patient X continually
3.2 list different techniques that can be used to facilitate positive interactions with an individual with dementia
“Ouch”, I said as the pain in my chest got worse. I told my teacher and she sent me to the nurse. The nurse just gave me pain medicine. I ended up going to the nurse three times that day until the nurse finally took my temperature.I had a bad fever. I had to go home, The first day at home I felt the same with the chest pains and shoulder pains. On the second day of the sickness my fever went highermy chest hurt worse and I was getting a bad cough that hurt my chest horribly. My step dad took me to the doctor. The nurse took some xrays and I had to lift my arm up and take deep breathsit felt like knives stabbing my chest and shoulder.
Articulate her concerns. The priority is to establish a therapeutic relationship with the patient. (Durham & Chapman, 2014, p. 206)
A charge nurse working the night shift overhears loud talking coming from a nearby room within the unit. Upon locating the room where the noise is coming from, she recognizes that it is a patient with dementia who is becoming increasingly confused, agitated, and combative. The family member at bedside who is also the primary caregiver is trying to keep the patient in bed, and also appears quite frustrated. The primary nurse is in the room, but seems to be struggling with what to do. The charge nurse instructs the primary nurse to review the patient’s medications, and obtain the one used for agitation. The charge nurse then explains to the family member about using the medication, and suggests they take a break while other alternative methods are attempted. The charge nurse then dims some of the lighting within the room, begins to play relaxing music, and purposefully speaks in a very soft tone to the patient. The charge nurse continues to try to redirect the patient, but also understands that you must not argue the reality with dementia patients. The charge nurse proceeds with light massage to the hands, and feet of the patient, all while ensuring the patient that they are safe. The patient is showing less agitation, and the nurse soon arrives with the proper medication. The patient is calm and resting by the time the family member returns. Both the primary nurse and the family
A concept that could be applied to Anna’s case is attention to nonverbal behavior. This is Anna’s first time in therapy. Anna arrived early, had shaky hands
This weekend I was paired up with a nurse from the floating pull. It was a very interesting experience. For the first time since the beginning of the semester I can say that I was faced with a lot of critical thinking situations. I spend the day running around reminding my nurse of things he forgot or task we had to finish. It was already 2:00 pm and I still hadn’t performed an assessment on a patient, at this point I remember what Mrs. McAdams had said before “ we are in the hospital to help but our main priority is to learn and practice our skills” so I made the critical-thinking decision to tell my nurse that I needed to at least complete an assessment and since we were about to discharged a patient I could performed a final assessment on him before going home. I performed my assessment, had time to document and helped my nurse with the discharged. This weekend was a very challenging clinical for me but I also learned a lot. I learned to managed my time better, be proactive in my clinical experience and I also found my voice.
When I was around the age of 10 I had my very first surgery on my left leg. It was a moment I would never be able to forget. Not so much because it was hurtful or awful, but because it was an amazing moment, it made me realize many things I wouldn't be able to without that experiment.
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A shiver ran across my frigid spine as I stared across the lifeless room that I was placed in. The whites of my eyes sank into the apathetic walls around me, although I could sense a frenzy in the corners of my eyes. Machinery dressed in all-white coats whirred across the bleached halls to protect the bundles they were rolling. Meanwhile, I, a lifeless soul, became entranced by the stench of disinfectant, staring at the pen and paper in my hands. Without the power to enter the hospital room of my mother, I understood that the body of a four-year-old could not withstand the complexity of the real-world—in my mind I knew. My innocence was dyed in convoluted colors.
I met Amy in the fall of 2014 at the College of Saint Benedict when she was student in my Advanced Adult Nursing Skills course. Upon meeting Amy, I was immediately impressed by her excellent communication skills, outstanding work ethic, positive attitude and her devotion to learning.
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For an ordinary guy, it was a strange day, and it all started when I had just been sitting in my house watching YouTube. When I was in the middle of a really funny video and I started to hear this faint, high pitched eerie noise. Thinking that the noise was coming from the video as a joke to the viewers, I started to turn down the volume. Still, I could hear the the noise. It seemed as if it was getting louder. The volume eventually reached zero. Still, the noise carried on. Beginning to get tense and scared, I got up and journeyed downstairs into the kitchen. The ringing seemed a lot more intense down there. I could feel the noise vibrating inside my ears like and toothbrush (which by the way, if you haven't ever stuck a vibrating toothbrush
“I think she has depression, something's wrong with her.” I had been listening to the hushed murmur between therapists and my mother for weeks. It seemed as if I was going through the motions with every doctor giving me a full diagnosis less helpful than the last, insisting I take medication regularly to suppress my emotions. Answering the question “What’s wrong?” became more routine than a mailman delivering mail. The truth of the matter was that no therapist would fill the isolation and emptiness I felt inside with their rubber smiles and positive catchphrases. In fifth grade I overcame the biggest obstacle I have ever been challenged with. I was always a hard working student, who was friendly and had many friends. But it takes one nasty comment from a jealous individual for the rest of your classmates to conform
He looks at his watch and realizes that he has to leave now before he gets yelled at due to missing the 12:00 curfew. Upon my cousin Sean's arrival home, he begged his mom for an extended curfew, after all he was the star of the 19991 homecoming football game at Royalton high school, he should have been able to stay out later. After losing this fight with rather stubborn mom, and her giving him a stern "Sean I am not going over this again, it is late and I would like you to live until morning, so you need to go downstairs and get some sleep." he hung his head and went downstairs.