sad as fuck but i’m gonna act like i don’t give a fuck
written by William R Blythe, MD (preface by Marta Farb)- Sep 18, 2015
Preface I have entered the Golden Age of my career. I call it gold because it is a precious commodity to work with people who have dedicated their lives to caring for others. I train and support the leading electronic health record application of this country as a trainer and analyst. But that’s not what I really do. I encourage. I dissect, decipher, and translate. I listen, empathize, sympathize. I stay in my classroom after training has ended to hold the hand of a nurse who breaks down crying, worried that she will lose her job of 40 years because she is not good with computers. I’ve listened to the story of a pediatrician who is giving up the one profession he knows and loves because he sees the writing on the wall – he is long past retirement age and he is not interested in learning something new – not at 72. And I observe the bright faces of the young residents and nursing school graduates staring back at me in the classroom, eager to learn but even more eager to care for patients.
The personalities found on a hospital floor fit the parallel world around us. Yes, I’ve met and worked with the loving and the kind and the selfless. I’ve also been elbow-to-elbow with some of the not so loving, not so kind, and not so selfless. I’ve been the messenger that dozens have people have shot because they just don’t want an electronic health system changing their work life so dramatically. Yes, I have scars but I wear them next to my badges of success. One badge was given to me by the very same nurse who cried in my classroom. I returned to the hospital and visited her on the med-surg unit about seven months later. I found her busily typing away at her keyboard right outside her patient’s room. She logged off, quickly retrieved her patient’s meds from the Pyxis. Walking back I asked her how it was going. She non-chalantly replied “Oh, it’s easy! So much better than I ever thought it would be.” And then she smiled and explained that she had advanced so quickly on the system that she had been chosen to be the unit’s Super User, training floor nurses herself. I hugged her and saw, for a brief instant, a shimmer of gold.
In honor of those nurses and doctors, I am grateful to share Dr. William R. Blythe’s essay below:
“When a patient comes to our hospital for surgery, these are the people who take care of them: The Pre-Op Nurses meet the patient, make sure they are ready for surgery, complete mountains of paperwork, reconcile their medications, sign permits, check labs, answer questions, allay fears, and make certain the patient is properly prepared for surgery. And they put up with me.
The Circulator Nurse is in charge of the OR. She makes certain the room, equipment, personnel, implants, disposables, medications and every other detail are ready. She oversees that everything is checked twice, that everything is documented properly and that the proper surgery is performed on the right part and the right patient every time. Her job is to ensure that we do everything right, every time, with no exceptions. She makes certain that every sponge, needle, gauze, blade and specimen are properly accounted for. And she puts up with me.
My CRNA puts the patient to sleep and attends to them through every moment. She listens to their every breath and heartbeat. She makes sure they are asleep, safe and comfortable. She holds children her lap and talks to them like a mother while they go to sleep. She makes certain every patient goes to sleep and wakes back up as safely as possible every time, no exception. And she puts up with me.
The people who operate directly with me are Nurses or Techs, not doctors. They make sure we have the proper instruments and equipment. My Scrub hands me what I need before I ask for it. She can anticipate what I am going to need next better than I can many times. She makes my job easy and she makes me look like I know what I am doing when sometimes I am less certain. The person across the table from me is often an RNFA or SFA. They operate directly with me - tie the knots, cut the suture, retract, hold, pull, control the bleeders, close the wounds and a million other things. I simply could not do what I do without them. And they put up with me.
The PACU Nurses take the patients from the CRNA and recover them from anesthesia and surgery. They assess and dress wounds. They treat pain and anxiety and fear. They hold screaming babies in their arms until they are awake. They hold hands of grown men who are disoriented and fearful. They re-assure and calm the parents, children and spouses of the patients. They give wound, medication and discharge instructions, and they transfer patients to their room. They land the plane, and it’s as important a job as any in the world. And they put up with me.
The Nurses in the ICU and Floor take care of the patients, not me. The ICU nurses are infinitely more capable of monitoring and assessing sick patients than am I. I try to stay out of their way and let them do their job, and they let me know when they need me. The Floor Nurses take care of every detail of every patient: What and when they eat; medications; wound care; ambulation; checking vitals, labs, weights, sugars, pulse oximetry, I’s & O’s; draw and check labs; start and re-start IV’s; and countless other things that only nurses understand. They spend time with the patient and family all day. They educate and answer questions. They pray with the patient and family. They cry when their patients die. And they put up with me.
The truth is that if a patient is in the hospital for 48 hours, they may see me for the smallest fraction of that time. I say a brief hello before surgery, I operate, I speak to the family, and I make rounds each morning. I may spend 15 minutes each day at any one patient’s bedside. The rest of it - every second, every bit, every detail, everything - is performed by the Nurses. Honestly, the one who probably needs the stethoscope least is me.
And in the end, through it all, they put up with me!”
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