my first reddit post, sorry for my ramble in advance.
after getting some blood work done at a doctors appointment, i (34/f) was waiting for my doctor to return, when a nurse came in. she congratulated me on my positive pregnancy results and said along the lines of oh sorry i should wait for the doctor to go over everything
i was stunned. i felt so many emotions at once and i started just sobbing instantly. my husband and i had decided 6 months prior that we should try to start a family.
i lost my him october 2020 to a car accident. the idea of him living on, even in that split second, had me so overcome that like i said i broke down. happy as hell, but still crying.
not even five seconds later she said " oh dont cry, im literally just messing with you haha dont worry youre not pregnant haha i can tell you dont want kids haha"
- whatever that means.
now im not proud of this, but i lost my shit. i called her a cunt and said some pretty awful things before leaving, not even waiting for the doctor to come back.
now, im thinking im a complete asshole for laying into a young nurse who i assume was just trying to lighten the mood and would have no idea what ive been through with pregnancies.
I am a general surgeon and I very rarely get involved with nursing issues, I have also never made a formal complaint or really any complaint about a nurse before. We had a 7 year old admitted in for abdominal pain about a week ago, I got called down to the ER to consult when I got to the patient I notice there is no parent or guardian with the child and no one watching him. I asked the nurse assigned to his case where the parents is because I need to talk to them and have them sign consent forms since the child needs surgery. The nurse said the parent was in the parking lot and would call. I am thinking the parent is giving updates not unreasonable. The mother arrives and I explain the procedure, the documents are signed we are good to go. As I was leaving to go and schedule the OR I hear the nurse telling the mother "okay you need to leave now." I hard stop, even with COVID restrictions we were not restricting parents from the rooms. I inquired why she is not allowed, thinking there might be a reasonable explanation. The nurse said "she is dress inappropriately and needs to leave." I look the mother up and down, she was dressed in pajamas pants a shirt that had text that said f**k b****h make money (not censored). "If she dresses like that she can't be here" the nurse exclaimed. I informed her she needs to find another case to be assigned to and the mother is absolutely allowed. The complaint I made to her supervisor got her fired. I feel like I did the right but the nurses have been giving me some mean looks and seem to be distant and cold towards me which is new to me. Am I actually the asshole in this and shouldn't of complained to her supervisor?
I(34f) just quit my job as a nurse at a children's hospital. A little girl(7f) had to be rushed to hospital and ended up having to stay for about a week.
She was a sweetheart and I tend to become attached and care a lot about the kids that I help so its really devastating when we aren't able to save the patients if they end up passing.
Well sadly this girl unfortunately died and I was heartbroken. I've seen patients die and every time it happens it breaks my heart. I ended up quitting my job because I didn't want to see anymore children die and me being unable to save them. My husband was mad when he heard this saying that having some patients die is just part of the job and that I need to grow up but in all honesty it depresses me more and more every time it happens. What should I do
Edit:he knows I have money saved up for situations like this
Edit 2: after thinking about it for a few hours I decided to leave him for treating my mental health like its not important
Hello everyone! I'm not sure if this is the correct place, so please feel free to direct me to a better subreddit if there is one! I've flared it as a 'cold case' because it happened 23 years ago, but there were never charges filed (to my recollection) and I don't remember a 'case' being made from it.
This is a strange story, and I was 5 (maybe 6) when it happened, so I don't have a lot of the details. I had recently told my younger sister about this story and she encouraged me to look into the incident more and see if I can find out either who this person was or if there was a larger pattern of behavior during the timeframe. I'm interested in any information you all have to offer/can find on the matter, as I truly just want to satisfy some curiosity. I'm 99% sure any statute of limitations is up, and I'm not interested in reporting something so weird and from so long ago to the police, for them to tell me there's nothing that can be done. Now, on to the story!
When I was around 5-6, I got a pretty bad nosebleed that wouldn't stop. I eventually started throwing up big clots of blood as well, and my mother took me to the ER. This would be in/around the Sunman or Indianapolis area in Indiana, USA, but I do not know the name of the hospital. At the time, beds were separated only by curtains on ceiling tracks and not individual, walled rooms. My mother had left my 'room' to speak to a doctor (I think, I know she left) and a woman I did not know came in shortly after she left. She was white, had medium brown hair, and looked to be in her 20s-30s. She was wearing a blue scrub shirt with puppy dogs on it, and unmatched pants. I want to say she was not wearing scrub pants, but rather jeans or maybe sweatpants. I know they did not match her shirt, which stood out to me. (The other nurses and doctors I saw only wore solid colored scrubs and were all matched.) She said she needed to 'take some blood' and pulled the tools to do so from her scrubs pocket, NOT a phlebotomy cart. She stuck me and started drawing blood, somewhere around 5-7 vials of it, but potentially more. On the last vial, we heard my mom and a doctor coming back towards the room, she hurriedly ripped the tube from my arm before the last vial was full, (it spilled some blood, she did not give me a bandaid or gauze, she just left me bleeding) and shoved everything back into her pocket, then ran from the room. She ran to the left, and my mom and doctor entered from the right. The doctor said a nu... keep reading on reddit ➡
I think this was the big eye-opener for me; the first of many events that showed me the subtle sexism rampant in the world.
I was chatting with friends while my mom was in the kitchen when the "where does she work?" question came up. When I responded and the followup was "is she a doctor?", I distinctly remember my mom setting down what she was working on, looking my friend directly in the eye, and saying "thank you" to her in an utterly serious and sincere tone. I was confused as to why until I asked her about it that evening. It had never occurred to me that time and time again, people just assumed that she wasn't a doctor.
For reference, she wasn't a nurse or a doctor, but the lead tech in the blood lab. Obviously we'd never expect someone to randomly guess that, but the fact that it took over 20 years for someone to guess doctor instead of nurse was, in hindsight, tremendously depressing.
I've unfortunately lost contact with the friend who asked this, but if you happen to be reading this...thank you. That one simple question had an impact more profound on me than you intended, I'm sure, and it certainly made my mom's day.
(And I want to be very clear here: I have tremendous respect for nurses. I could never do their job, and in the times I've needed their services in emergency situations I have been beyond grateful for their skills and talents. My point is simply that doctors have [generally] spent more time in formal education and are placed on a pedestal in terms of medical jobs, and no one had ever made the assumption that my mom might be a doctor instead of a nurse.)
I’m not going to pretend to speak for every nurse in Dallas. This is just me. Lately, I’ve been thanked for what I do and been called a hero. And at first I felt appreciated, but now it’s getting old. And here’s why.
I’m just a regular person. I have a husband and a kid and we live in an apartment. Our kid goes to day care and my husband works full time from home. I work 5 days a week. I’m JUST LIKE YOU. Which means I’m trying to parent, work, and get regular, normal everyday things done. Like laundry. And food. Just like you. Only now my job is more overwhelming that it’s ever been. Until 2020, there was basically nothing at my job that threatened my well-being (or my family’s).
I took two weeks off from work because I am completely outnumbered and overwhelmed. Every phone call gives me a jerk of adrenaline that doesn’t fade throughout the day. Every positive case needs education, counseling, reporting to the health department, and sometimes contact tracing. People get mad at me because I follow the rules. People get mad because they don’t think the rules are strict enough. Some people think I have the power to tell others what to do and how to live their lives. Spoiler alert: I don’t. I administer covid tests. I drive through neighborhoods after work and see kids playing in large groups without masks outside.
I’m not your hero. I just happen to be a person who has to deal with the consequences of this pandemic. I’m taking some time off to take care of myself so that I can take care of others again.
So here’s my ask in the spirit of taking care of myself. If you’re looking for a hero, I need it to be you. Because I can’t do it right now. I need you to step up and stop going out to eat. You know what I miss? Brunch at Toulouse. We ordered from there this morning and when my husband, kid, and I drove to pick it up, it was packed. Sure, every other table was empty, but c’mon guys. Obviously, we took it home, but my steak was cold by the time I ate it and I didn’t want to microwave the medium-rare out of it.
Stop going out to eat. Stop meeting for book club without masks. Stop going places while you’re waiting for your PCR test results to come back. Stop having/going to large weddings. Wear masks around your family that you don’t live with. Yes, even in your houses. Make your kids wear masks at sports/activities. Trust me, they can breathe. No, they’re not “too hot”. It’s not 100 degrees out and everywhere else is air conditioned. I take care of kids... keep reading on reddit ➡