Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Unexpected sadness
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Kazakhstan!
I am in Taraz, Kazakhstan now. I keep thinking of you because I keep seeing different birds and wishing that I had a bird book of central Asia with me. It’s quite wonderfully different here. We spent a few days in Almaty, which is the most cosmopolitan city here. There were two cities in Kazkahstan in which the USSR exiled intellectuals to and Almaty was one of them. Therefore it has a great intellectual academic class here. Because Janara and Daniel are very involved with the arts, we have learned all about the current artistic situation, gone to galleries with shows that were extended just for us, and had dinner with two of the country’s leading artists. (Their work, which we saw, is amazing). We also met with the Soros Cultural Institute artistic director and also learned from her about what is going on with the art community here. Because of oil money, Almaty is currently undergoing a construction boom. Prices have skyrocketed for apartments and while they are still not Boston prices, they are not far behind with one bedrooms going for the equivalent of $150,000. Everywhere we look there are new sky rise apartment buildings; of course most people cannot afford to live in them and it is said that a person is hired to turn the lights on and off inside to make them seem occupied.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
difficult days at work
While I had signed up to work the past two days, as a per diem employee, I don't know why they had me come in. Generally Sunday and Monday day are the quietest days, no surgeries and lots of discharges over the weekend; most of the surgery patients on Monday go initially to the ICU before coming to our unit. By Monday night, the floor starts filling up and by Friday it is a dance for rooms.The patient census wasn't high enough. I was working as a respiratory walker and there were only 5 or 6 stepdown-ICU patients; all the rest were regular floor patients and only a couple of them needed the thoracic walker or a companion to walk with (if we are worried about falls). So I spent a lot of time over the twenty hours trying to look busy.
Finally for the last hour I replaced another PCA who was sitting with a confused patient. This patient's case gave me the heebie-jeebies. She'd been at another elite hospital for more than a month, had gone home to die and had been home only a few short weeks before her family heard about the amazing surgeon here and decided that this surgeon would save the life of their beloved older family member. One family member even told me that he couldn't wait for the surgery. I knew at this point from Rounds that surgery was not an option. The cancer was too far advanced and the patient was too weak. A family meeting was called for more than 5 days later (time for all family members to arrive) where the news would be broken that surgery is not an option.
The patient, whose mental state was cloudy due to all the pain medication, has now been in the hospital for almost two months straight. Now, this is projection on my part, but if I were her, if my options were going to be palliative care or hospice, I'd want to know right away. I'd want to go home. I found it very difficult to sit there with her and not ask her if she wanted to go home or what she wanted. I get impatient with time lags. Hospitals are deadening places. I don't want to die in one unless it were the only way my symptoms could be controlled. Part of me does think that the way I want to die, if I have to die slowly, should be with a morphine and ativan drip. Morphine to control my pain and breathlessness. Ativan because, and I haven't seen this yet, but another nurse friend tells me, dying is anxiety producing and psychologically unpleasant. My ideal way to die would be with chronic renal failure when I am old enough to know that I don't want dialysis; then I will just drift off.
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Temper Tantrum
But run down or not, there's no need to live in filth. Our kitchen today qualified as living in filth. There were so many dirty dishes in the sink that no one else could wash. There was mail scattered all over the place. The trash had been emptied, but no bag put in and someone had left two bags of groceries sitting out.
So I had a small kitchen temper tantrum. Groceries went in front of one roommates room. Any unidentifiable random crap, in the trash. All the plastic cups, tupperware, vases, beer and wine glasses that had been sitting there waiting to be washed for a month are now in the trash. Mail that has been out for a week is now in the trash. I washed anything that isconceivably mine or that I want to keep. I even tossed out some mugs that I don't particularly like and that have been sitting there for a month. It was disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. There's a pile of dishes left that belong to one particular roommate that are in one area. I felt like the parent who gets frustrated when the kids don't pick up and throws out the toys instead.
I am counting down the days until our gas gets turned off. We all contribute equally and each take a bill. For some reason, the gas bill keeps going in increasingly late and it hasn't been fully paid in three months. It's not my name on it, so I don't mind. I can't wait to get a job so that I can move. When I move, I am buying a cat. I can't wait. At least then I will be living in my own filth.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Homeless Volunteering
It'll be an intense learning experience as I will have to start really relying on my own assessments and plans; I won't have another person to double check it with (Usually it's one medical person, RN, NP, MD or PA volunteering at a time). Tonight I was working with a NP. I think with what I saw today, I'll be ok. If it's a true emergency, we'll call 911, which they've had to do a few times in the past. One guy I would have been nervous with as he was on heroin and coke and he was really twitchy. But I think I'll get better at gauging it.
I've been surprised at how honest the patients were. One pt. told me in the same sentence about her daughter and her heroin addiction. This will be a good exercise in learning patience and acceptance. The knowledge of her daughter makes me even more uncomfortable with her addiction. But lectures of any kind will NOT work and are completely inappropriate. I did get her info about the community health center close to where she lives and she promised to make an appointment tomorrow (CA-MRSA with two abscesses). The more connected she gets to the community and the more resources she has to depend on, the better she will be. I tell myself and I believe that it is about building support for individuals and through engagement change can occur.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Current Favorite Music
Richard Shindell: http://www.richardshindell.com/
Patty Larkin: http://pattylarkin.com/
Peter Mulvey: http://petermulvey.com/
Naomi Sommers: http://www.naomisommers.com/
Trauma
I haven't worked around kids in a long time. I had forgotten how young 12 is. When I read cases of horrific abuse and the young ages of the kids, I hadn't been able to make that translation to reality. I keep seeing the babies and cannot imagine the abuse that has been done. These kids are just babies is all I can think. They are so young, so small.