Oops
Had a few "big girl" moments this week. Monday was my 22nd birthday. Nothing fancy; classes, work, homework, bed, repeat. In other words...just another Monday for miss Kelly. Thursday was where my 2nd big girl moment happened. I was getting ready to pass meds to my second patient (luckily she only had 3 which is yay for me). Anyway, I prepared the medications in the med room and placed them in the tiny med cup. I carried them in my right hand and was going to tell my clinical instructor that I was going to be in my patient's room if she needed me. Well, my left arm itched and without even thinking I reached over and scratched it. Yep. You guessed it. The meds went tumbling on the floor.
I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. For a split second, I just stood there, mouth agape, trying to process what had just happened. And then it hit me. I had dropped my meds. Luckily another classmate noticed and helped me locate the medications that were dispersed all over the now dirty floor. I told my instructor and she told me that things like this happen all the time. All I had to do was call pharmacy and order the new medications. HUH? I had never made a phone call before....well, you know what I mean. So I went to the satellite (code name for smaller nurse's station on the other side of the floor), sat down and called pharmacy.
"Hello, this is Kelly on 4A and I just dropped a patient's medications. I need to get some refills please..." Lesson learned.
Then comes Friday. We were back at Children's after a 2 week hiatus thanks to Twitter Friday and Good Friday. I was on the PCU, which is code for a "step-down" unit. Basically, it's like Med/Surg, but too sick for Med/Surg yet not sick enough for ICU. Hey, I don't make the rules at UK. Anyway, there were only 3 patients I had to help care for, and it wasn't too bad. It was actually relatively....WAIT. Not allowed to say the "Q" word or the "s" word. They're bad words in the nursing world...but on Friday that's what it was. Until I assisted with the IV start. It was my preceptor, a new orientee nurse, another nurse, the patient's parents, and me that all went in..just to help start an IV. My preceptor held his right arm, the nurse held his left arm, the new orientee started the IV, and I held down the patient's legs. And his parents warned me that he might kick...
No I didn't get kicked. I almost did though. Another lesson learned. Never EVER underestimate the strength of an 8-year-old, especially one that is being held against his will. Once we finished he proceeded to continue using the call bell as a telephone. Yeah, I'd say he fared well. Next week is my last week of pediatrics, then ONE MORE week of Med/Surg. After that, I will only have ONE. MORE. YEAR. LEFT. So it begins...
I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. For a split second, I just stood there, mouth agape, trying to process what had just happened. And then it hit me. I had dropped my meds. Luckily another classmate noticed and helped me locate the medications that were dispersed all over the now dirty floor. I told my instructor and she told me that things like this happen all the time. All I had to do was call pharmacy and order the new medications. HUH? I had never made a phone call before....well, you know what I mean. So I went to the satellite (code name for smaller nurse's station on the other side of the floor), sat down and called pharmacy.
"Hello, this is Kelly on 4A and I just dropped a patient's medications. I need to get some refills please..." Lesson learned.
Then comes Friday. We were back at Children's after a 2 week hiatus thanks to Twitter Friday and Good Friday. I was on the PCU, which is code for a "step-down" unit. Basically, it's like Med/Surg, but too sick for Med/Surg yet not sick enough for ICU. Hey, I don't make the rules at UK. Anyway, there were only 3 patients I had to help care for, and it wasn't too bad. It was actually relatively....WAIT. Not allowed to say the "Q" word or the "s" word. They're bad words in the nursing world...but on Friday that's what it was. Until I assisted with the IV start. It was my preceptor, a new orientee nurse, another nurse, the patient's parents, and me that all went in..just to help start an IV. My preceptor held his right arm, the nurse held his left arm, the new orientee started the IV, and I held down the patient's legs. And his parents warned me that he might kick...
No I didn't get kicked. I almost did though. Another lesson learned. Never EVER underestimate the strength of an 8-year-old, especially one that is being held against his will. Once we finished he proceeded to continue using the call bell as a telephone. Yeah, I'd say he fared well. Next week is my last week of pediatrics, then ONE MORE week of Med/Surg. After that, I will only have ONE. MORE. YEAR. LEFT. So it begins...
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