Nurse's Tip of the Day

Never underestimate the power of being a responsible and caring parent...or the effects of the opposite.

Yours Nursingly,
L

Me and My IV Pole

Let me tell you a little story about me and my IV pole. We are always together and never far apart. He is squeaky and noisy as we walk down the hall. He tries to be so sneaky when he follows me but its no secret at all. Sometimes I want run and play but IV pole is not that way. He is slow and needs my help so we prefer to stay.

Let me tell you a story about me and my IV pole. We are the best of friends you see as I know he really cares for me. He controls the tubes running into deep inside of me. He helps me drink. He helps me eat. He gives me the medicines I need.

This is my story about me and my IV pole. Even though he beeps and beeps and beeps and beeps...I get quite sad when it's the end. As I am on my way, I will turn to him and say, "Until next time dear intravenous friend"

Yours Nursingly,
L

Fresh Air

Sometimes I find myself taking the simplest things in life for granted. I was talking with one of my patients the other day and they were telling me they went outside for the first time in over eight weeks. It was the first time in eight weeks they were able to take a breath of fresh air, hear all the city sounds, and listen the birds chirping. The weather that day was absolutely beautiful. You know, one of those days where there is not one cloud in the sky, the sun is shining, and the sky is as blue as can be. I could tell how much they enjoyed this through the sheer excitement on their face and in their voice. They were so proud of this accomplishment and I was proud of them too.

As I was leaving their room I thought to myself, "when was the last time I stopped to enjoy a beautiful day? To merely appreciate the fact that every day I walk out my front door and take a breath of fresh air?" I wonder, what other simple things in life have I been taking for granted lately?

Yours Nursingly,
L

In Your Shoes

Dear child, I wonder what it's like to live in your shoes?

To have to stay in your room because your body can't fight off germs.
To have your long blonde hair fall out piece by piece because of your treatments.
To have to stay in bed because your pain is too much.
To be poked and prodded countless times a day in hopes that some sense will be made of how you are doing.

To step outside for the first time in three months.
To know that you have finished your very last treatment.
To hear from the doctor you are finally in remission.
To know you will be able to enjoy life as a kid again.

Although I do not know for sure, I do know I will be there caring for you each step of the way.

Yours Nursingly,
L