I wanted to recognize nurses this week. When I say nurses I mean aides, techs, receptionist, intake, whoever it is holding your hand, the whole way through. The ones holding my hand, bandaging my wounds, joking, serious talks, thoughts on politics, all the forbidden fruit to not talk about in a work place, we have covered it all.
We have even talked about Jesus and church too. We have discussed our not so best moments to our most memorable moments. The only way these conversations work is because we do check with each other and we do respect each other.
The best thing about it all is the caring and compassionate ways each of them have dealt with me.
When I have been scared and or upset in some way its been dealt with and they let me have my dignity too.
You find me a person who is grateful for their nurse, helpers, or whatever. I’ll show you someone who really has some golden care.
I can say the nurses I have had, have gone above and beyond their duty. They are committed to seeing me healed. They do want me at ease. They make every effort in doing so.
My personal experience in first dealing with a wound care center since I have moved was going in scared.
I kept stuff to myself about how bad situations were for a while. Well when they saw my feet and legs, their first concern was, how do we keep this guy from losing limbs?
They wanted to put me into a hospital and I probably should have gone in, but the Nurse Practitioner made a deal with me, after all my arguments of why not. She said I will let you go home, you follow my instructions, but the first time I say you go in, you go in, no arguments.
Since that day I have felt like their poster child, on the wound care unit for the biggest turn around.
To say I am stubborn, is probably an understatement. Considering there were 9 wounds at one point and now down to 2 wounds in a year is amazing. I also don’t want to leave out the visiting nurses who came 3 times a week to change my dressings.
These last two wounds are so close to closing. So, they all tease me with “you’re afraid you can’t come back if you get all healed, or what?”
I think sometimes we have good days. This is especially true, if you are undergoing wound care and you forget how much the nurses have been there for you. That is until it’s a bad day and you’re struggling up those stairs to get to your apartment with 6 bags of groceries.
That’s when you invite a friend over for a meal and hand him the car keys and ask him to bring in the beverages you couldn’t quite carry in.
Its amazing what God can do using nurses, doctors, and medicine.
Just a side not also, that person fitting you in for an appointment he/she is not trying to make your life miserable. They probably have 150 patients a day if not more. Please try to be patient with them.
Thanks for reading!