"I am sincere and sincere, and swear to God and the congregation: be pure for life and be loyal to the duties. Do not do anything harmful, do not take or use harmful medicines. Try to improve the standards of nursing , be careful to keep the patient's housework and secrets. I sincerely assist the doctor in diagnosis and treatment, and seek the welfare of the patient. Swear!" When
was sworn, the scene of Nightingale saving lives and helping the wounded during the war. I think that even in peaceful times, the work of nurses is full of challenges and a sense of mission. I have interned in general surgery, and the results of the surgery are always immediate, direct and gratifying. Whenever I feel the joy of the patient's recovery, I will remember the oath I made back then and feel that the job of a nurse is full of meaning. Until I came to the dialysis room and encountered these "unhealing" patients.
The first time I came into contact with the patient with " Uremia ", I was full of doubts and anxiety. The name of the disease reveals the smell of "severe illness" between the lines. Can I bear such a heavy work? The saying that the patient cannot recover is like a tight ring, constantly reminding me that there are no recovered patients here. Is this kind of nursing life what I expect?
Last year on New Year's Eve, I went to work as usual. Before leaving, my family told me to go home early after get off work to help make dumplings. The family wanted to have a reunion dinner in the evening, and I agreed. The wind was cold outside and it was raining and snowing. I couldn't help but worry on the road, hoping that the rain would be lighter and that the patients would have less resistance to the hospital.
After loading other patients with the machine as usual, Uncle Wang's bed was still empty. He anxiously called to ask about the situation. He called several times but no one answered it. I felt it was not good. Uncle Wang is introverted and never talks to others. Every time he measures his vital signs, he looks bored. When he wants to communicate with him, he turns his head and doesn't respond. There is only one son in the family who is pushing a wheelchair to and from the hospital. His compliance is also extremely poor. He was sent to the emergency department twice because of heart failure and hyperkalemia . He should have been to the hospital at this point. Is there something delayed today or did something unexpected happen? Just as I was thinking, the department phone rang, and I ran to answer the call, "Hey, I am the police station. Is Wang ×× a patient in your hospital? His son was detained for suspected illegal cases. The old man was at home. He asked me to call you and find a way to treat him." After that, he hung up the phone quickly.
I immediately reported to the department director and head nurse and took the initiative to ask to pick up Uncle Wang. The head nurse and I found Uncle Wang’s house according to the address on the medical record. We knocked on the door and waited for a while. He struggled to open the door for us with a crutch. It might be that he had not had dialysis for three days. His eyes were drooping, and was out of breath, and it seemed that he would faint at any time.
We didn't dare to delay for a moment. One person helped him put on his coat and packed his dialysis items. The head nurse took the things and hurried to the entrance of the community to stop the car. She planned to get in the car directly as soon as she left the community to prevent his condition from getting cold in the cold wind and rain. I held the umbrella with one hand and walked towards the entrance of the community with the other hand. The wheelchair was a little tilted due to one hand pushing, and the wind blew the umbrella almost over. I had no time to take care of myself, tilted the umbrella with the wind, covering all the wheelchair. I was thinking that I would not be so uncomfortable when I arrived at the hospital for treatment.
When I arrived at the department, I helped Uncle Wang, who was panting, to the hospital bed. I realized that my clothes were soaked and there was no time to deal with it. I watched his blood lead out of the body and started circulating, and then I slowly breathed a sigh of relief and finally got on the machine. But even so, I still dare not relax. He has difficulty moving and has no family support. I want to cheer up and monitor his condition at all times.
The four-hour dialysis ended. Although Uncle Wang was still very weak, his symptoms of shortness of breath improved significantly. Other patients had already been anxious to go back to reunite with his family. He was the only one left in the huge dialysis room. Where should he go? How to solve his food, clothing, housing and transportation? Because I couldn't contact any institution, I decided to let him be in the department for the time being. I took the initiative to suggest staying and accompanying him with the doctor on duty to protect his safety.
Looking at the hungry Uncle Wang, on New Year's Eve, the cafeteria and restaurant were already closed. I saw the bright lights outside the window. I remembered that my family was still waiting for me, so I quickly called and said that I couldn't go back and asked my family to send more meals. Uncle Wang leaned against the hospital bed and stared blankly. I noticed his loss and took out the laptop computer from the department to play the Spring Festival Gala for him. I hope he could feel a little warmth. I don’t know if the sketch was too touching, but he was a little tears as he looked at it.
Not long after, I brought him steaming dumplings one by one. Just as I picked up a dumpling and fed it to his mouth, his mouth suddenly stopped moving, his turbid eyes were filled with tears, and he said choked, "Baby, thank you, I..."
Uncle Wang slept very peacefully that day, and tears flashed in the corners of his eyes after he fell asleep... I was exhausted after a busy day. I looked up and saw the fluorescent lights on the ceiling of the duty room, as if I saw more than a hundred years ago, the goddess of lanterns Nightingale held an oil lamp in the patrol ward, and the lights were scattered around. At that moment, I also turned into a ray of light. (Lian Yingyi)
Source: Weinan Central Hospital official microscope
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