National Nurses Week

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Mom was a nurse for the first several years of my life and then transferred over to doing medical transcription. With her dementia I have not heard her talk of it in quite some time. Do not know if she even remembers. I will tell her it is Nurses Week and give her a hug, see if she does remember.
 
My aunt who lives 4 blocks from me was a nurse by profession. She is enshrined in a local sports hall of fame for establishing the athletic trainer program for the county schools.

Back in 1997 I was at my office and started having some serious chest pains. I had one of the staff call this aunt and my uncle to tell them I was being taken to the emergency room. They beat the ambulance to the hospital. It was very comforting to have her in my corner when I was at the emergency room.
 
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On of the guy I hang with was a Combat Corpman in Desert Storm and is a retired RN. Cool guy to have around!

My Son-In-Law is a volunteer EMT for 20 years and a Nurse Practitioner, and runs the RN staff for their practice. Also a cool guy to have around in a crisis.

For 40+ years I had apartment complexes and saw how nurses live off duty. Like all people some good some bad, but when there was a crisis (like when a transit bus got hit so hard it split open) They all ran toward the troubles!

Ivan
 
In the last twenty years I have interacted with many, many nurses. I am very fortunate to have never encountered a Nurse Ratched or a Nurse Diesel.

At the top of my respect list are Hospice nurses. It takes a special heart to carry out that calling.
I interacted with several back in college at the Nursing dorm at an unnamed local hospital. The Canadians were the most adventerous
 
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Doc got the degree, the nurses do the heavy lifting.
I admire them, have friends and family in the profession, had one as a neighbor for a while, really miss her.
Chatted a bit with one yesterday while tagged for jury duty. Her and I were among the few excused, pretty much because we actually spoke up when spoken to.
All our best to the wise and wonderful Ruth.
 
"Stick out your tongue and say "eh".
I'm passing that on to my neighbour up the street, who is an Emerg. Nurse at the local hospital. It's National Nursing Week up here as well.

As to hospice nurses, "Amen" to that. My gf's 94 y.o. mother is hopefully still a few years away from hospice - in fact still living on her own - but it will come. (At the moment we're looking at Assisted Living facilities for a possible move late this summer.)
 
is this week. (8th-14th)

If you know one give them a handshake or a hug and a "thank you".

They are the NCO's of health care.

Ruthie and the other staff nurses received gourmet gift boxes.

I'd rather get a couple of six-packs of Founders Porter beer and several days off to drink it.

I was a Registered Nurse for 37 years; about 85% of that was as a Surgical Nurse in the Operating Room, specializing in Neurosurgery and Orthopedics. I spent 8 years as a USAF Flight Nurse, and have experience in ICU and ER care.

I've been retired now for almost 4 years; I miss the fine people I once worked with, but I don't miss the job at all. Nursing has made a radical change since I graduated from Nursing School in 1983. It has gone from being hands-on care by the Nurse to the delegation of tasks to other personnel and supervising them, while the Nurse deals with the computer based and driven medical records and charting systems that mainly exist to satisfy the regulatory agencies that determine the "quality" of the care given. Sorry if I sound jaded, but the direction of Nursing diverged from the reasons I decided to practice as one, and I managed to stay long enough to retire.

I admire those who remain in Nursing and their determination to work in an increasingly difficult profession in an environment that taxes human stamina and with an administrative philosophy that doesn't properly value their efforts.
 
At the top of my respect list are Hospice nurses. It takes a special heart to carry out that calling.

My late father took a sudden turn for the worse the week before he died. Pop wasn't in hospice but was in the hospital for the last week of his life. I was allowed to stay in his room with him for the whole time I was up to see him. On the night shift toward the end of the week he was feeling like he was dying. One of the night shift nurses came in to the room, held Pop's hand for quite a while and told him he wasn't going to die. She pulled him through that night and we had Pop with us for another 3 days.
 
Eight years ago a friend's wife was retiring from a long nursing career. At her retirement party, I prefaced my little tribute this way....

I LOVE nurses ! I worked with nurses every working day for 14 years. I married a nurse. I married a woman who would BECOME a nurse. I married a woman who ...... NEEDED a nurse ! :)
 

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