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Doctors and Nurses, Still Learning - Theresa Brown RN - NYT

In the book “Complications,” the surgeon Atul Gawande described the difficulties inherent in medicine being learned on the job: “The moral burden of practicing on people is always with us, but for the most part unspoken.” He explained that part of what blunts that moral burden is the supervision interns and residents get from more senior residents and attending physicians, who guide and instruct as needed. What Dr. Gawande did not say, and in my experience what also remains unspoken among nurses and doctors, is that floor nurses do some of that guiding and instructing, too. It’s an ad hoc, unsystematic part of medical education, but it can make a difference in patient care.

We all get emails, read journals and take classes, but still sometimes, in the hurly-burly of the modern hospital, crucial information can fall through individual mental cracks. At those times information gets passed on person to person: doctor to doctor, nurse to nurse, doctor to nurse, and sometimes even nurse to doctor.

Having doctors who are willing to educate nurses makes a difference, too. The fellow who took my suggestion about the fentanyl patch seriously enough to tell me it was a “terrible idea” cemented the information in my brain. When the issue came up again, I could raise it as a question for the intern, who then went to the pharmacy to complete his education.

There’s always more to learn, and no matter how hard any of us try, there’s rarely enough time for one person to learn it all.

another great essay by Nurse Brown.

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MUST Read - NYT: Good Grief, Nurse Brown

Oncology nurse Theresa Brown is a regular contributor to Well. Today she writes about how nurses cope with grief on the job.

(Jeff Swensen) Theresa Brown, R.N.

By Theresa Brown, R.N.

 

Dealing with work at work needs to happen, too, and as nurses we confront death, and our own grief, in specific ways. We make crass, unrepeatable jokes that people not in the know can find shocking. It’s a defense mechanism, and we recognize the humor for the release it is. Sometimes we cry and get angry, swear loudly, drink too much when we get home, and tease each other mercilessly on the floor.

Off and on we think hard about quitting, about doing nursing work that isn’t so continually sad. Different nurses, for different patients, go to viewings and funerals, and others, like me, have a rule about never going. We make rash promises not to get so attached, and then, after we meet our next round of patients, promptly break them.

Death is hard, but the really hard part about this job is not giving up hope. When I think about hope in the midst of so much despair, another image from “Peanuts” comes to mind. Who does not know of the many times Lucy has enticed Charlie Brown with a football perfectly placed on the ground for him to kick? She positions the football and convinces him that this time she will let him kick it, only to pull the ball away at the last minute as he’s rushing forward. Carried upward by the momentum of his aborted kick, Charlie Brown flies through the air screaming, “AAUGH!” and lands flat on his back, “WUMP!” In one strip, as Lucy holds out the ball to him, Charlie Brown asks, “How long, O Lord?” Lucy, standing over him after he has once again fallen for her trick, answers, “How long? All your life, Charlie Brown…All your life.”

A part of me looks at all our patients, those with new diagnoses and the old timers, and thinks, just as Charlie Brown does when he sees Lucy holding the football, “She must be kidding.” Then I, like all of us nurses in oncology, get into position and run my heart out toward the football.

Because unlike Charlie Brown, I know that sometimes toe will hit leather. The ball will soar away into the distance lost to sight. So many deaths, but at that moment, even if it’s only for a year or two, one patient’s time on earth preserved. Sometimes, one or two good kicks can be enough.

via well.blogs.nytimes.com << go read the entire essay there. now!!!

the most eloquent essay that i've read about healthcare professionals coping with grief on the job! that's saying something, being a follower of so many great medbloggers.

this is straight from the heart stuff; akin to stuff from people like Bruce Campbell, Rob (when he's not being zany), Theresa Chan, Buckeye, bongi, Sid Schwab, Michael Hébert, etc.

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