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letter-since · 17 hours
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I still remember the nurses who laughed at me after major spine surgery when I was walking around with my butt out because I didn't know to bring shorts to the hospital and wasn't allowed to double my gowns due to the incision location. I still remember the aid who told me that I smelled after days of being unable to move my limbs or get out of bed while sweating uncontrollably from spinal shock and agonizing pain. I sat and cried after that because I had overcome so much that hospital stay just to be dehumanized. Never did they ask if I wanted something to cover up or assistance bathing. Just laughed at me and joked with each other.
I also remember the nurse who checked on me extra during the night with a hospital stay in the middle of covid because they kicked my mom out and I have trauma about being in the hospital alone. She made extra visits to make sure I was okay just like she promised my mom. I remember the nurse who held my hand and called me honey as my limbs trashed and shook from spinal shock.
Basically being a good nurse and being a bad nurse to patients does stay with a person. It's been years and many other hospital stays since a lot of these instances and I still remember them clearly. I know nurses are burnt out, traumatized, and exhausted. Nurses deserve better treatment. But so do patients.
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some nursing for @ineffablefamfeb 💕💕💕
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science70 · 26 days
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A nurse at an experimental nurse's station tests a the IBM 1620 for use at the Akron Children's Hospital, Akron, Ohio, 1966.
Photography: Charles E. Rotkin
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queern-bn · 11 months
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"The private agencies are taking advantage of the fact that our health-care system is a meat grinder for nurses.”
@allthecanadianpolitics @politicsofcanada
It’s not private agencies poaching nurses that’s the real issue. Hospitals and other government-funded nursing programs refuse to pay their nurses well and have them working insane schedules. What person wouldn’t want to leave for a job that pays better and allows for more rest and flexibility?!
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lots-of-pockets · 8 months
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Unconventional comfort
Pairings: Natasha x you
Words: 1379
Warnings: This contains nursing. It is not s*xual in any way but it is slightly unconventional hence the warning. If you don’t like it or do not have anything kind to day, please move on. Thank you
Summary: You had accidentally - and thankfully, managed to provide Natasha with a comfort and closeness she'd always been denied.
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It wasn't rare for Natasha to have nightmares. Due to her past, they were kind of expected. Every night at around the same time, you'd be abruptly awoken by a muffled cry of fear coming from the spot just next to you. You'd rouse almost instantly, desperate to sooth her but not daring to touch her in fear of how she'd react. Sometimes, she'd manage to bring herself out of it.
She'd wake up only briefly before seeking you out with a soft whimper of both fear and confusion, and you'd pull her into your arms, sooth her back to sleep with a gentle hand grazing over the bare skin of her back.
Other times, you weren't so lucky.
There was one time, just a few short months ago that she'd had one of the worst nightmares that exists to date. It had started with her shifting in place slightly, eyebrows furrowed as she lets out a small whimper.
But then it had progressed into quiet cries that had slowly risen in volume until they could be perceived as literal screams of terror. In the midst of your own fear and panic, you'd instinctively made the mistake of trying to wake her.
It was just a touch. Barely even a graze of your finger against her skin. But it was enough. She'd violently shoved you away from her with that could only be described of cry of unbridled rage. Her hands had reached for your throat, and you were sure they would have reached their destination if it hadn't been for the sleepy disorientation still clouding her hazy, tormented mind.
With a skill you didn't even know you possessed, you had managed to haul her thriving body into your arms. You'd situated yourself against the headboard with her between your legs, both your arms and legs pinning her body to your own. She'd screamed. She'd thrashed and swore and called you every name under the sun. But you hadn't let her go.
Eventually, she'd seemed to realise you wouldn't be letting her go and was quick to slump into a defeated lump in your arms.
You'd adjusted her slightly so she was more or less cradled, her legs curled up against your hip whilst her head had come to rest against your chest. Your own arms had secured her to you, gentle hands brushing the sweat soaked hair out of her face whilst gentle coos of comfort had escaped your lips.
Her hands had risen to take ahold of your shirt, silently clinging, pleading even, not to let her go. She was sniffling quietly, eyes drooping and quietly pleading for sleep. But she refuses to allow it, and you don't dare force her.
As Natasha had laid there, cradled in your arms like she was no more than an infant, she'd reached for your hand and had coaxed it to her face. You had understood her silent implication, tenderly cupping her cheek and grazing the pad of your thumb over the still damp skin.
What happened next had been a complete accident.
Due to being half asleep and rather uncoordinated, your thumb had slipped down slightly and had grazed over her bottom lip as opposed to her cheek. Natasha, seemingly close to sleep as well, had simply reacted upon instinct. Her lips had parted, and she'd accepted the pad of your thumb into her mouth without hesitation before beginning to suckle.
You'd stared down at her in awe, too scared to move and disturb the serene look of complete content that had slipped onto her features. It had felt like seconds and hours all at the same time before the current predicament it had simultaneously clicked for the both of you.
Like she had been set on fire, Natasha had pulled away from your thumb. Her eyes had ripped open, irises full of both embarrassment and humiliation. She'd looked up at you with a look so full of fear it was almost as though she was waiting for you to belittle her.
But you couldn't and wouldn't ever do that.
Before she could even begin to rip herself out of your arms, a strange sense of calm had settled upon you and you'd found yourself gently coaxing her back to your chest. She'd complied warily, and not a word was spoken between the two of you as you had once again trialed the pad of your thumb over her bottom lip.
Her hand had risen to timidly cover your own, and as she'd continue to stare to at you with a look so heartbreakingly full of fear, you'd gently parted her lips and coaxed the pad of your thumb back into her mouth.
Whether it be instinct or something else entirely, she'd begun to suckle almost instantly, her whole body going limp with what could only be described as relief. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and with your free hand, you'd traced gentle circles over the small of her back.
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It was on the third nightmare of the week that the dynamic had shifted a little. You'd been undoubtedly exhausted after just getting back from a two day stakeout with Clint and Yelena, so when Natasha has woken with yet another nightmare, you'd simply pulled her into your chest.
She had seemed placated. She'd gone quiet and still, laying there on her side with with her head buried between your breasts. You had just begun to drift of to sleep again when what could only be described as a whine had escaped her lips, and though your body had protested, you had gone to sit up so she could have access to your thumb.
But one simple action had stopped you. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, she'd latched on to the swell of your breast over the material of your shirt. Her suckles were gentle and consistent, the heat of her mouth leaving your shirt slightly damp. You'd stared at her, stunned, and almost entranced at the sight before you.
It had taken only moments for everything to seemingly fall into place.
Natasha would always pay careful to your breasts during intimate moments. She'd almost worship them, in a sense, and she'd said many times that they were one of her favourite things about you. As you watched her mouth move, you'd come to the realisation that letting her suckle would be the same thing but with a slightly different context.
You hadn't allowed yourself to hesitate as you'd pulled off your shirt, shuffling up the bed slightly so that your breast were level with her head. Cupping the flesh, you'd grazed your nipple over her bottom lip, and just like the many tunes before, instinct had her latching on without hesitation.
You felt the hot air of her content exhale before you'd heard it, and with a hand on the back of her head to keep her close, you'd settled back into your pillow, feeling more than seeing her soft suckles against your skin.
It was pleasant feeling, but not in an pleasurable way. More so it was soothing, and before you knew it, you felt yourself falling back to sleep too.
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What occurs on those bad nights was never brought up between the two of you. In fact, if it wasn't for the occasional awkward glance sent your way from Natasha, you would have assumed you'd dreamt it.
You didn't necessarily mind, because you knew how hard it was for Natasha to open herself up and allow herself to be seen in such a vulnerable yet intimate way. But a part of you did wish she would at least acknowledge it so you didn't feel so alone.
Thankfully, you knew wasn't because she regrets it or didn't like it. Each gentle tug at your shirt after every bad dream proves that. You just wish she knew it was nothing to be embarrassed about and hoped one day, that would be the case.
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I hope you enjoyed 🩵
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perfect day for some patio studying
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roman-and-azathoth · 6 months
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As someone who used to work at a nursing home, I'm getting really tired of nursing staff turning to each other and going, "if I ever end up like THAT, just fucking kill me" like motherfucker the quality of life of these residents is your SOLE responsibility and if they're not living their best lives that is YOUR FAULT.
These residents are here because this is their best option. They're here because if they weren't, their quality of life would be worse.
These residents make friends with their roommates, the people they eat with, and the people who go to activities with them.
A disabled elder's quality of life is not measured by their ability to walk.
A disabled elder's quality of life is not measured by their ability to breathe without oxygen.
A disabled elder's quality of life is not measured by whether or not they're on a feeding tube.
A disabled elder's quality of life is not measured by level of continence.
A disabled elder's quality of life is not measured by whether or not they can chew their food.
A disabled elder's quality of life is entirely measured on whether or not their needs are met.
If their quality of life is worse at a nursing home than it would be if they had just stayed home, then their needs are not being met. If you are not meeting their needs, that is YOUR FAULT and you have FAILED your residents as a medical professional.
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macgyvermedical · 7 months
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I don’t know what nursing or medical student needs to hear this, but you need to take a first aid course if you have not done so. Preferably a higher level one like wilderness and remote first aid or even an EMT if you can spare the time.
Someone is going to get suddenly hurt or sick and everyone is going to look at you. And you’re not going to know why you have no idea what to do because all you’ve been doing for the past few years is learning how to take care of hurt and sick people.
The thing is, knowing what to do in the moment, being able to keep yourself and your patient safe while not making anything worse is a completely different skill than taking care of someone in a hospital or nursing facility. And its okay if you never want to do remote or on-scene medicine as a job, but everyone is going to expect you to be able to for some reason so getting some first aid skills is going to really help you in the coming years. Promise.
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heardatmedschool · 3 months
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Doctor: What do you see in this X-ray?
Students: *collective gasp*
Doctor: Please don’t do that in front of patients.
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obscureshipsandchips · 2 months
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Me to my patient: you did great! you were amazing!
My head: you were amazing
Me: *has war flashbacks*
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cutewebgraphics · 3 months
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In a Canadian first, the provincial government has implemented nurse-to-patient ratios for six health-care settings in acute care facilities in B.C.
Examples include most adult medical and surgical units, where the ratio will be one nurse to every four patients, and high-acuity units where it will be one nurse to two patients.
In addition, the province announced it is investing $237 million to help retain nurses and recruit more nurses. According to the province, 6,567 nurses were newly registered in B.C. in 2023.
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Tagging: @politicsofcanada
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deniedbetahusband4 · 22 days
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mangopearlie · 7 months
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ID: An Instagram ad that has been edited blackout poetry style. It shows a picture of a nurse in a break room coloring on a large coloring sheet. The original poster's information has been blocked out with flaming heart emojis. The top text on the story reads "Give your nurses a fucking break. The quick creative hack to relax and reset." The bottom text reads "Get strippers and a fully stocked bar for your break room" with a button below that says "Shop now". End ID.
@fixing-bad-posts
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queern-bn · 4 months
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Again — this is not primarily an “agencies are overcharging” issue, it’s a “the government refuses to pay nurses appropriately, so nurses are saying ‘fuck you’ and going to work for agencies instead.”
Nurses are choosing the pay and flexibility that working for agencies can offer over the stability of a regular position in a facility, and as someone who deeply values the stability of my permanent, unionized nursing position, that says a lot. You’d have to pay me SO much to give that up. But for a lot of nurses, the pay is so shit for what is expected of them that it’s worth it.
Provincial governments need to pony up the money to pay healthcare workers competitive wages or continue to spend millions on agency nurses. Capping agency fees isn’t the answer, in my opinion.
Tagging: @allthecanadianpolitics
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