I thought I would share my experience with you all from yesterday to give you a little laugh...it was not funny at the time but too funny now! (or maybe it was a had to be there moment?)
I did my clinicals with home health yesterday and today. The nurse I worked with drove around everywhere...thank goodness because we were mostly in the GHETTO all morning. She has several gun shot wound patients she cares for. And she was saying how most of her patients thinks it is normal to shoot people or hear gunshots. CRAZINESS I tell ya! So I am like great, nice rotation the school put me on. Her clients tell her she is safe because she is white and they all would think she is the PoPo riding around downtown! Too Funny! She does mostly wound cares....and all of them were from bed sores. Nastiness! I was in a rush and forgot to eat breakfast and I did fine all morning until the last house. Let me keep it short and say that they call this house the "Roach Motel!" The nurse literally told me to make sure I keep my feet moving at all times to make sure no roaches try to crawl on me! Anyhoo, I was really nervous for this house because you know I don't like the bugs. So we go in and the client is another gun shot wound victim and he has some bed sores on his heel and 2 Big'uns right above his butt crack (how do you like my anatomy terminology?!!) He is paraplegic which caused these sores to come up because he often lays in the same position for a long time. Anyhooo...we go in and the house smells a bit and I am standing recording all the nurse finds with the first sore. She redresses it and such and then she begins on the top 2. And I feel the blood just rush out of my head and I thought I was going to pass out or puke! I am not sure what got me to feeling that way. My head was going crazy thinking should I just squat down, run outside or heaven forbid sit on their furniture. I wanted to sit down but was scared that roaches would run out...but I ended up sitting in a chair but stayed on the edge of it just in case any roaches wanted to run out. I sat with my head propped in one hand and I was acting like I was rummaging through his chart in that they would not see I was sick. So the nurse finished up the dressings on the last 2 and then we left. I had to apologize for sitting down, and said I was not sure if it was because I did not eat breakfast or the smell of the house or the wounds or the sight of the wounds or maybe a combo of it all??? But needless to say I was embarrassed.
Today was much better. I only got to go to one house, which was full of cigarette smoke...lovely, right?! But this guy was in his 40's and was a quadriplegic. And she had to do more dressing changes and a catheter change. Funny ol guy though!!
But home health care was a wonderful experience...I would definitely have to think a little extra if I want to go into that field of nursing??
Well, hopefully you got a good laugh out of roach/sickness story.
J is doing great and working hard. His 3rd roommate finally left last week, but now he is hoping his roommate will stay quiet while he sleeps during the day. Hopefully they will get those little kinks worked out. Also, one guy he worked with in Germany saw him at the chow hall over the weekend. And then another good friend of his was to be passing through this week headed back home...so I hope they were able to catch up with each other. He is getting married in October in which J was going to go to his wedding before this trip was popped up on him. So I am glad his is getting to see some old friends, even if it over a meal at the chow hall. I know it helps boost the ol morale. It is so funny of how small the Air Force really is because no matter where he or we go we always see people that we met at other bases or places that he has been!
Until next time....