I Am Comfortable With A Nurse

The parents came out of Grandma’s room by one by one, bags under their eyes, makeup running down their face, and bright red noses. By that time, I could almost predict what happened. As my mom and dad approached us with their heads down, I prepared myself to hear exactly what I never wanted to hear. “The doctors are turning off the life support machine. She isn’t suffering anymore, and she will be looking over every one of you guys. She said she loves you all so much,” Mom told us while my dad didn’t hide his tears back.

There was a relaxing feeling coming from the room. The colors were pretty mellow such as the cream-colored walls. Although the room gave off this aura, there was a very elegant tea set in the middle of the room. The wall contained a fireplace while the corner of the room contained a combination of both a bookshelf and a desk. The desk had a pair of golden glasses that belonged to one of the men who lived in the home (I can’t recall exactly who they belonged to). Aside from these things, the room also contained what looked like a very comfortable couch. The guide stated that all of the pieces in the house aside from one fireplace and most of the replicated sales pieces in the General Store.

It was another restless Friday afternoon in the small-town nursing home. Overworked nurses buzzed around, itching to start their weekend. “Ann,” a late-stage dementia patient, stared out her bedroom window. Her eyes focused on nothing in particular. As a hospice volunteer, I had been visiting Ann for three months. She spent our time together lost somewhere in her mind where I could never seem to reach her. I reminded Ann who I was and began one of our familiar conversation topics. As usual, she never spoke. As the visit went on, however, something changed. Ann slowly shifted her gaze toward me. I paused. She gently reached for my hand. Her hand felt weak, but her grip was firm. She looked into my eyes, and for a moment her face was clear with recognition. “You’re here,” she said. “…You are here.” She struggled to get out the words as she brought my hand to her face and kissed it. I was so touched I could not speak. For a moment, Ann connected with me. She trusted me. In that moment, I knew I had made the right choice.

Enchanted by her serene radiance, I did not disturb her. Suddenly she began to speak in a whispered hum that was more like a song, unique in a dwelling full of ranting outbursts. She spoke of years long past, swimming in the pond with her sister and dancing in the moonlight. I could picture all in my head, like I was watching a movie. Then she began repeating the story she had just told me, and I realized that she was merely talking to herself. Although this discovery disenchanted me at first, I soon realized that, although the woman was talking to herself, she still had so many fantastic stories stored in her mind. The residents of the home all had some life flittering in them and numerous stories to share; they just need someone to listen to them. After my experience at the home I knew that one of my goals in life would always be o help make sure that people were receiving proper treatment, and not merely stuffed away and drugged up.

There were several sharp images of the interior. There were cozy living and sun-rooms with French doors that gave entry into the roomy family room. It had vaulted ceilings, a wood burning fireplace, and built ins. The spacious eat-in kitchen had an ample amount of cabinetry and attractive counter space, and a new stainless steel stove and dishwasher, and new vinyl flooring. There were three bedrooms with one showing a closet and a full-sized bathroom. Overall, the home appeared to be functional and in good condition.

I have been a Registered Nurse for over thirty-three years, nursing is my passion. I personally would like to continue to work as a nurse, until I am no longer physically or mentally able to. I am a sixty-five years old woman, working as a bedside nurse in a community hospital. I do not imagine myself doing anything else, but to continue to work as a registered nurse. I remain a very active person in my personal life and at work. My age has not slowed me down at all, and I continue to work effectively. However, lately at work, I have noticed that management have not offered or considered me for promotion because they are being offered only to the younger nurses. Also, I have noticed that patients’ assignments have been easier than usual. Some younger nurses are making comments that the older nurses get, the easier assignment because we are old and unable to handle it. Furthermore, I have noticed that several of new hires are new grads or very young nurses and my hours are being cut. The rumors are that the new hires are going to replace the older nurses that should be retiring soon. Lastly, I am constantly being asked by the younger supervisors, when will I be retiring or taking a vacation. I am currently facing age discrimination at work.

During my visit, I noticed the setting in the small room, a bean shaped table and comfortable chairs where the patient sat, toys, games, and workbooks for different therapy exercises.

There were several bright interior images. The roomy living room had a wood and beamed ceiling, a fireplace, and a slider. Another living area had hardwood flooring and a brick fireplace. The spacious eat-in kitchen had a good amount of cabinetry and counter space, a stove and dishwasher, and several windows. With the angle of the image, it was hard to tell what other features were being highlighted. There was a full-sized bathroom, a good-sized

The interior images showed an open floor plan with and fresh paint and new carpet. There was a spacious foyer with an attractive lighting fixture and a carpeted staircase. There were carpeted and neutral tiled formal living and dining rooms with high ceilings and lovely lighting fixtures.

Throughout the 4,810 square feet of living space is an interior that was designed by a local artist, and with their stroke of brilliance, it features elegance that is unmatched. Remarkable large wood beam ceilings, curved walls, plush furniture, and a splendid art are just a few of the many things that will please

The interior showed several clear, bright images. There was a spacious living room with many windows. The arched entry led into the formal dining room that had a lovely lighting fixture and French doors. There was a partial view of the kitchen with an ample amount of white cabinetry. Wood stairs led up to the next level. There

As she walked down the hall confidently, none of the nurses on staff batted an eye in her direction for they all recognized her as the gangly, self-destructive girl that they mended many times in the past. Even though the center wasn’t large, it was easy to find room 4B due to the group of large men huddled just outside.

The ER was definitely a much different scene. The doctors were running around in green scrubs, while the nurses in their light blue scrubs. There were no call lights in the emergency room. As I slowly approach the nursing station, I’m looking around like a lost house cat in an unknown neighborhood. There were no doors to separate the patients from the nurses only thin curtains. The beds weren’t automated controlled, but they were manual and were more like carts then actual beds. A nurse rushed to greet me before I could even make it to the nursing station. Are you from “3 West?” her eyes were big and her hands were shaking as she gripped both my arms tightly. “Yeah I am” I told her, and within a split second she yelled “we need you in room four!” We rushed into the room, my finger still twitching nervously. The small voice in my head telling me “why didn’t I call off?” I could’ve kicked myself at that instant for going against my gut feeling.

June 11, 2015. It was a regular summer day, or so I thought. Only five days until my fifteenth birthday and I was super excited. My mom had taken the morning off from work to take my grandmother to the doctors. She was going for her regular heart check-up appointment. As we always did, my mother and I drove that morning over to the nursing home in St. Matthews, South Carolina. My mother had recently entered my grandmother into the nursing home because my mom needed to start working more and could not fulfill the obligations of taking care of my grandmother like she normally would. When we got to the nursing home, we parked the car under the awning which was in the front of the nursing and covered a little walkway where people loaded their family members. I got out first and headed back to the room as my mom followed closely behind. When I walked into the room, I saw my sweet loving grandmother sitting there. As always, my beautiful grandmother, with her white hair, her green eyes, her frail but beautiful skin, and her smile glistened as she awaited her day out. My grandmother did not get out much so even going to the doctors was a good day out for her. We helped her into her wheelchair, a normal struggle for my mother and I, and we rolled her down the hallway to the car. We loaded her into the car, another struggle, and we headed off to Orangeburg which was where the doctors office was. While riding to the doctor's office my grandmother mentioned that her hands looked green

It looks as if it’s the same size as a football field. . As you step in, you immediately sink a couple of inches because of how plush the caramel colored carpet is. The long glamorous chandler hangs from the high vaulted ceilings. Immediately to your left is a marble sink, with silver pull out fixtures and deep sink bowls. On the sink there is an automatic soap dispenser on the right and an automatic hand dryer on the left. Both made of sterling silver. The burnt orange and brown colors on the wall are so bright, it looks like the sun is shinning directly above the room. The walls are covered with many paintings. Some of famous artists that color the walls are Vincent van Gogh, Claude Monet, and Pablo Picasso. Many of the others are from unknown starving artist. To the far right of the room there is a solid wood bar hutch that looks as tall as an oak tree. Any drink that you can think of, is there in that bar.