6 C’ing my way through Nursing – Compassion

I recently had surgery and interestingly, during my last placement I cared for people who had the exact same surgery that I’ve just had. So naturally, I went to my pre-op thinking that I knew everything that I would need to know. On the day of my surgery, I knew in my head the exact order in which things would need to happen…admission, WHO safety checklist, consent, TED stockings, no jewellery etc.. multiplied by 3. Then sleep. Then wake up. Then recovery. Home.

It wasn’t that simple. I was in pain – did I want to press the call bell? No, I didn’t want the nurses to think I was making it up and that I was a trouble maker. I couldn’t get comfortable. I wanted another pillow. I wanted an orangey drink because I hadn’t drank or eaten for hours and water was just not going down too well with me. I was hungry but didn’t want soup because my hands were shaking and I was worried that I would spill it all over myself. I ate it anyway. I needed the toilet but didn’t want to cause a fuss and have to unplug oxygen, BP cuff, cardiac monitor, pulse oximeter etc.. off me to then have to plug it all back on so I held it in until I could no longer hold it in any more. My lips were dry and I wanted lip balm which I didn’t have so I just licked and licked them until they got sore. I was cold and wanted to put my own pyjamas on. My hair was a mess and I wanted it in a bun on the top of my head and out of the way but with all the various things I had plugged onto me I couldn’t get to my hair so I just sat there looking like a hairy monster. Not that it mattered much because I also couldn’t see anything – my glasses were in my bag.

When I eventually got home (after a longer than expected stay in hospital due to a reaction to anti-sickness meds) I had no idea what to do with my medication, or when I would have my follow up, or how long to rest for. I had no clue. I had been told all of this before my discharge but retained none of it.

I thought I knew what to expect. But I really didn’t. I thought that I knew what patients that I had previously cared for had gone through. Not really!

Here is the definition of compassion:

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Honestly, I’m worried now. Would I have known what it was like to have this surgery when I was on placement I think I would have been much more attentive to patients. Not that I neglected them but now I’m not so sure that I was able to really empathise at the time. I’m not sure that I would have been able to alleviate their suffering just like the definition says without knowing what it was! I can’t possibly have every procedure and intervention known to man in order to know what it feels like for patients, so how can I be completely compassionate without really understanding?

These are rhetorical questions of course. I’m not sure I will ever be able to fully understand. But I can try. I believe that now I know what kind of questions to ask post-surgical patients and this is where communication is key. Maybe I can even apply them to all patients. I think it’s definitely work in progress but I’m grateful for the very personal experience and I hope that it will make me a much better and compassionate nurse in the long term.

Elective Placement in Peru – my placement area

Peru is very different to what we are accustomed to here in the UK. For starters, they don’t have the NHS. So, my elective placement was definitely guaranteed to be a million miles away from anything I could have encountered throughout my nursing programme at home. I was based in a private clinic called Clinca Peruano Suiza – a 14 (ish) bed elective and emergency treatment centre (You will see why the bed count is a little iffy further on!)

Being on a nursing degree programme, my elective placement very much focused on nurses and their practice so you will have to forgive me if I make little reference to other health professionals – who were clearly very much present! The nurses in Clinica Suiza differed from the nurses I have encountered so far for a number of reasons.

  1. Firstly, they worked in a private clinic. In Peru, most people require private health insurance to access health services as public services, unlike in the UK, are scarce.
  2. There is also a high patient to nurse ratio. Whilst the number of patients seen in total at the clinic is much lower than the average UK hospital there is only one nurse caring for all inpatients (which is usually around 14). There are also less nurses available for every doctor. In the UK, the average is 3 nurses for every 1 doctor whilst in Peru is one nurse for every doctor. In practice, this means that there are less nurses available for doctors to delegate work to.
  3. Being a private clinic, nurses encountered a number of ‘predictable’ patient groups. Because of the need for medical insurance, or sufficient finances to pay for treatment, the type of patients seen at the clinic generally fell into the following categories:
    1. Firstly, Emergencies – so this covered anyone who did not really have time to decide how they are paying for treatment.
    2. Tourists – who were generally armed with several travel and medical policies and could therefore afford most treatments.
    3. And the third, the “wealthier” Peruvian who could afford insurance. Although it is all relative and they were still comparatively poor – actually around 58% of the population could not afford any medical cover whatsoever. It’s nice to have free healthcare eh?
    4. Interestingly, in the time that I observed these nurses, there were no patients seen with minor injuries. It certainly made an impression on me having spent a placement in A&E in the UK and having observed some of the complaints the people present with! I think Peruvians are savvier and self-care much more. There are pharmacies on every street corner probably proves this point.
  4. Nurses at the clinic also managed and trained a team of nursing technicians. The role of a nurse technician was somewhere between a care support worker and an assistant practitioner which I’m not sure exists in the UK. At the clinic there was one nurse for every 3 technicians.
  5. They also wrote their own drugs kardexes or prescriptions – under the supervision of the doctor but it was often the nurse guiding the pharmacist on the medication required. I think, this was again associated to the cost of treatment, as even syringes were ordered on prescription and charged for!
  6. Finally, these nurses whilst they were non-specialised they were very highly skilled in general nursing, paediatrics and midwifery as the low number of nurses available required that they were all able to undertake any sort of emergency! So there was no need for them to study the branches that we are accustomed to here in the UK. Nurse education is also 5 years long instead of 3 such as in UK.

Of course, there are similarities and many universal roles that nurses have to take on in Peru that reflect the roles of the nurses I have encountered in placement in the UK. Assisting with ADLs, documentation, drug administration, advocacy, coordinating care and communication I think are all part of the global role of the nurse.

Communication was a funny one –  I speak Spanish fluently and expected that once in Peru I would be able to fully understand everything but I quickly realised that speaking the same words does not mean that you speak the same language. It is a much more complex relationship. The nurses that I observed did not often talk to patients directly, talking to the patient was seen as the traditional role of the doctor, who often spoke multiple languages. But nurses still acted as advocates for their patients and often offered clear and effective insight and feedback to the doctor in front of the patient. On one hand this could be a good process as it provides one single source of verbal information. On the other hand, this could make the patient feel that he or she is being talked about rather than talked to.

In terms of written communication, nurses in Peru used colour coding to note information – in blue pen for morning shifts, and red for evening shifts. The colour makes information stand out and seemingly more interesting to read!  The colour coding also continued in the drugs and nursing kardexes with procedures in blue ink and medications in red. Black pens were banned! I asked a number of times why blue and red were used and I’m not sure I ever got a straight answer – although perhaps I just didn’t understand it!

The nurses that I observed would  also often keep their distance and provide little therapeutic touch unless a procedure was required. Whilst this sounds standoffish, this detachment I think is very much a Peruvian trait – within their culture remaining at a distance is a sign of respect – a fact that was often misrepresented by nurses and mutually misunderstood by tourists!

Similarly, the tone and character of voice used by Peruvian nurses was also a little surprising at times. Peruvians use the diminutive form in much of their vocabulary. Imagine adding ‘little’ or ‘wee’ to every word in a sentence then multiply it by 10 and you are probably close to Peruvian Spanish. Whilst it can come across as a form of endearment and familiarity it can sometimes feels like this diminishes the urgency of illness and treatment. For example, a patient who had recently arrived in Cusco (which sits at an altitude of over 3200 metres above sea level) was advised that he was ‘lacking a little bit of oxygen’. Saturations were 52% and the patient was clearly suffering from dangerous altitude sickness! I’m not sure that was the most appropriate way to describe the patient’s condition!

Appearance was also an interesting concept! The nurses I observed wore scrubs of different colours to represent their status and were immaculately turned out. One thing I noted was that nurses in Cusco oIMG_1460ften wore long sleeves, coats and scarves during their day to day nursing practice. There was just no other way to manage….it was so cold even in the hospital as there is no heating anywhere in the city! It could be argued that this is an infection risk but I wonder if bacteria could even grown in those temperatures 😉 and who would convey a more effective and positive message? A warm nurse wearing appropriate clothing for the temperature or a shivering nurse with a snotty nose baring her elbows?  Nurses needs to evolve their means of communication, whatever they may be, in order to communicate in a manner that is adequate and relevant to their surroundings. I worked a number of night shifts and wore several layers under my scrubs to ensure I was somewhat warm. It was not pleasant!

But that wasn’t the worst thing. I felt frustrated by the fact that patients were restricted on the care they could receive by the cover of their insurance policies or their finances, and often could not afford the treatment they would rather have, but instead, had to have the treatment their insurance dictated. Often going without vital medication. However, the doctors were very open and only suggested treatments or investigation they

saline felt were necessary.  Nurses in Peru faced very conflicting and difficult situations as they were often bound by a strict medical model rather than the holistic nursing model we aim for in the UK. Nonetheless, in my experience they were able to provide effective and prompt care to the best of their ability. Indeed, the care a patient experienced was also very much affected by resources available as well as technology. Resources were tight. Nothing is Cusco was new nor shiny – much equipment was re-used multiple times, for example saline bottles were also used as ‘sharps boxes’. Actually, I found this very refreshing and resourceful – I never had once had that ‘what a waste!’ moment.

Going back to those beds….family involvement in Peru is expected, and in fact, an extra bed was always made available for family in the same room as the patient at the clinic. So whilst there were 14 inpatient beds, there were actually 28 once we counted the extra ones for relatives. I would imagine that if the hospital got very busy that those beds would then be used for patient care. But, the point to take is that the involvement of relatives and significant ones meant that not only did they take some of the responsibility of caring for their loved one but it also meant that the patient had support as and when needed rather than having to wait until visiting hours! This facilitated great individualised and inclusive care for patients, something that we strive for so much in the UK.

What I liked the most about the MDT in Clinica Peruano Suiza was that every member of the MDT was present during ward rounds. This included pharmacists in charge of dispensing medication, the admin staff in charge of updating the insurance companies, the surgeon if relevant, doctors, nurses and all technicians. This meant that all members of the MDT were updated and handover over to at the same time. Although I appreciate that this is possible in a small clinic and may not be feasible in a larger hospital, I felt that this enhanced the handover process and prevented information being missed ultimately ensuring that the best, most efficient and prompt care and treatment for the patient.

I mentioned earlier that nursing education in Peru is longer than in the UK. However, nurses not required to be registered so it could be argued that without a regulating body the quality of nursing care given to a patient could be affected – there are  however minimum educational global standards to be met  and from what I observed, the whole MDT worked together to ensure the right mix of knowledge and skills were available to provide effective and individual patient care at all times – calling upon in-house specialists and surgeons as needed to improve the quality of service through an inter-professional approach. But this can vary greatlnursesy between public and private health services. Public hospitals in Peru have been on strike since 13th May 2014 and are only open to emergencies with most patients having to pay for private healthcare. This is a political move in support of improved terms and conditions for workers. It is greatly benefitting private clinics such as Clinica Peruano Suiza but at the great detriment and expense of the neediest patients whose needs are not being met by the very organisations and agencies set up to care for them. Could you imagine the NHS closing down for even one day? Me neither!

The lack of sanitation facilities and adequate water supplies in Cusco posed different priorities of care for nurses and the MDT, with communicable diseases and food and waterborne illnesses being much more common among the indigenIMG_2351ous populations than the colonial societal groups – who were more likely to suffer from lifestyle and excess conditions such as diabetes, obesity and alcoholism. Similarly, nurses often had to consider tradition and religion in their patient care although this often caused conflicts of interest. For example, the use of coca tea is widely recommended in Peru by traditional healers for altitude sickness and patients were often reluctant to take medications as prescribed in favour of traditional cures! I heard many a conversation where doctors and nurses were unsuccesful in trying to educate patients on the use of medications in conjunction with more traditional remedies.

So…that was my placement area and the environment in which I spent my elective placement! Coming up soon…what did I learn?

Elective Placement in Peru – the arrival!

I have now been and returned from Peru and my elective placement, and although I realise that I haven’t quite finished my series of the 6C’s posts. I wanted to write about my experiences in Peru whilst they are still fresh in my mind. So I will return to those posts at a later stage!

I have to stay the trip to Peru did not start well. I I originally chose to fly from Heathrow rather than from my home city of Manchester as flights were considerably cheaper at the time of booking and I figured that it would be easy enough to get to on the day. My lovely other half had offered to give me a lift and so we departed on what should have been a 3 hour journey about 7 hours ahead of my time to make sure we were not late and also to allow us some time to stop for a coffee and breakfast etc. As soon as we got onto the motorway the traffic slowed down… then it stopped altogether… and then we realised that the motorway had in fact been closed due to a major accident. We travelled around 15 miles in 2 hours and then spent almost 2 hours on a diversion to the next open junction. I was convinced I would not make my flights and would miss all my connections. I tried to call the airline multiple times (on their premium ‘helpline’ numbers) to see if I could get later flights. However whilst I would have been able to get later flights to Lima, the capital of Peru, there were no flights to my actual destination, Cusco, for the next 4 days, and so it was either get my scheduled flights or reorgnaise my entire trip! It was very stressful and I cried a lot of tears. I worked so hard to pay for my trip and I put so much effort into planning every single day of my Peruvian adventure that the idea of not being able to make it or having to miss some of it was breaking my heart.

But, my fabulous other half of a driver got a very grumpy and emotional me to Heathrow and I ran out of the car with my luggage hoping that I would still make it in time. I don’t even remember saying goodbye or thank you. I just ran.

As I ran into the terminal I grabbed the first airline representative that I saw. I explained. I apologised. I begged. My flight was due to leave at 12.15 and it was 11.13. This very nice representative told me it wasn’t a problem, that the flight would close in a minute and she would get me checked in asap. I am ashamed to say that I actually pushed in front of a very very long queue of people for passport security (for entry into the US), for check in and then for passport control. But thank you to that very understanding and lovely airline representative I was sat on the plane waiting to leave by around 11.45. I made it!

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I first flew to Miami and I was welcomed by this sign which I thought was a nice little touch considering how stressful the start of my journey had been, but also how the kindness and love of people had got me there in the end! The rest of my trip was long…very long…around 35 hours in total I think! I flew from Miami to Lima and then Lima to Cusco – where I arrived to very rainy and cold weather!

Peru is south of the Equator and so I went during their autumn/winter, but supposedly dry season. Whilst all my friends were enjoying the heatwave of the UK or were going to their elective placements to hotter and sunnier climates I was wrapping up myself in 5 layers of clothing, woolly hats and gloves!

On arrival at Cusco I was met by Angelika, my placement coordinator and we took the smallest taxi in the world to what would be my home for the next 3 weeks – Kyuki Do Wasi – I don’t know if the name means anything specifically. I asked a few times but no one seemed to know!

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Kyuki Do Wasi (I don’t know if the name means anything specifically. I asked a few times but no one seemed to know!) is a home for teenage mums. Peru is is a very poor country with little or no social care to help vulnerable people. This home was really set up to help young girls who need a bit more of a helping hand in caring for their babies in a safe environment. The youngest was 14 with the oldest being 17. I miss them, and I miss their little ones too. They were typical teenagers for the most part, moody but also incredibly humourous and playful. The girls always called me Señorita Ruth…and it made feel very respected and also very special! Many people, including other volunteers, referred to them as ‘the teenage mums’ all the time but I didn’t like that. I felt that they were still girls first and foremost and still needed nurturing as individuals and not just treated as mums.

So, that’s my arrival in Peru! Next blog…placement!

6 C’ing my way through Nursing – Competence

I say competence but really I mean incompetence. That’s how I feel today. I feel pretty pants.

Yesterday was entirely different. Yesterday I attended a COPD simulation session at my Trust and actually did pretty well – I managed to remember hellomyname is….I did my ABCDE assessments and incorporated all of my 6Cs into my care. I even managed to squeeze a brief intervention in there and encourage smoking cessation to my ‘patient’. I was pretty chuffed. Yesterday I went home from placement thinking that I could really do this nursing thing. After all my doubts and tribulations, I believed in myself. Yesterday I felt pretty competent.

Today however I feel the opposite.

Today, I took our a cannula for a patient who I knew was going home. Said patient proceeded to leave the ward without their discharge documentation and take out medication. She wasn’t my patient, I was just trying to do the nurses looking after her a favour and take it out so they had less to do. I don’t know if the patient took the removal of the cannula as a sign that she could go home. I don’t know if its my fault. I don’t know if that makes me incompetent but it feels that way.

Today, I took a shivering patient’s temperature (36.8), just like I always do, by holding one of those fancy infrared thermometers against their forehead and said patient proceeded to then spike a temperature (37.9) half hour later. The patient’s partner told the nurse in charge I had held the thermometer about 2 feet away from the patient. I’m sure that these thermometers do not work at a distance, and I’m even more sure that it wouldn’t have recorded a normal body temperature at all held so far away. But still, I don’t know if it was my fault. I don’t know if I did something wrong. I don’t know if that makes me incompetent but it feels that way.

Today, I also had my mid-placement review. All my competencies signed off except one. I should be happy I suppose. That leaves me the next 3.5 weeks to focus on one competency. Care of an acutely ill patient. The only problem is that it is not getting signed off not on the basis I haven’t been involved, but on the basis that the placement area itself doesn’t really care for acutely ill patients (elective day case) and therefore I’m unlike to experience it in the next 3 weeks. There was no attempt to get me to explain how I could care for such a patient. There was no attempt to run through my COPD simulation yesterday which covered exactly that. I had no chance to explain all my previous acute placement, for example A&E, which have given me more experience in acutely ill patients that almost any other areas of care. I know that I have the knowledge I need for the level that I’m at. I just feel like I won’t be given the chance to prove it. don’t know what it all means, but it doesn’t feel great. It makes me feel incompetent.

I wonder if competence and confidence are always so closely linked that it is near impossible to seperate them. I wonder if today I have lost my confidence and that’s why I feel so incompetent. Or I wonder if I really am not as competent as I think and my ego has taken a bit of a hit. I really don’t know.

But is confidence always a good thing? I don’t know if I would rather have days like today when I sit back and really reflect in my own competence and doubt or always be confident and self-assured.

I have met nurses and students who are super confident, who do not accept any form of critique and who appear slapdash, but they come across as always knowing what they are doing. Is that better or worse than having occasional self doubt? I think the answer, as with anything, is that everything should be in moderation. The good comes with the bad and vice versa. I just wish the lows didn’t have such a demoralising impact on me. It’s a vicious circle isn’t it? I’m not sure where I am in this bo – but today I really feel like I’m in the ‘Need Help’ Category.

I hope next week will be better, I hope that I will be able to feel confident and competent again.

6 C’ing my way through Nursing – Communication

Next post in the 6 Cs series!

Communication – one of those buzz words. Found in every job specification, every soft skills workshop and every CV. But really, sometimes I wonder if we always have the time to communicate properly, or even, if we sometimes remember that not everyone knows what we are talking about.

For example, this week I got some new inhalers for my newly diagnosed asthma. It’s not very well controlled at the moment and they have been trying me with all sorts of things. It turns out that I shouldn’t really be taking my Ventolin/Salbutamol (blue/rescue/reliever) inhaler more than 3 times per week if I am also taking Clenil (brown/steroid/longer acting) inhaler. No one told me that. I remember asking how often I could use my blue inhaler and my other GP said as often as I needed it. So I did. I didn’t realise that ‘often’ was limited to three times per week. This is what I thought it meant:

often
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adverb
adverb: often; comparative adverb: oftener; superlative adverb: oftenest
  1. frequently; many times.
    “he often goes for long walks by himself”
    synonyms: frequently, many times, many a time, on many/numerous occasions, a lot, in many cases/instances, repeatedly, again and again, time and again, time and time again, time after time, over and over, over and over again, {day in, day out}, {week in, week out}, all the time, regularly, recurrently, continually, usually, habitually, commonly, generally, ordinarily, as often as not; More

    informallots;
    literaryoft, oft-times
    “he often asked after you”
    antonyms: seldom, rarely, never

Perhaps not then! So…  cue a very surprised GP and even more surprised moi when I explained how often I used my inhalers. Now I have a pink one – to replace the brown one but not the blue. I have no idea why and I can’t remember if my GP told me. I just know that I very obediently picked up and paid for my prescription without really asking anything.

I’m surprised at myself really. I think I’m quite assertive and I don’t really see myself as needing any sort of extra assistance or support with my meds.  I normally ask a lot of questions and don’t really accept the status quo if I don’t understand it. But it does make me realise how much we all trust and rely on ‘experts’ without question.

During placement I ask any questions that I don’t know the answers to and when it comes to patients I try to gauge the patient’s understanding and knowledge and explain things in their own terms as much as possible. But now that I am the patient and ‘on the other side’ I’m double guessing myself – am I really communicating as well as I could and should be? Are my patients going away from hospital as confused as I am about my asthma inhalers?

I have no doubt that my GP believed that he was being truly helpful; looking after me and ensuring I had the right inhalers to help me. Just like I do not think for a second that a lack of information or communication is ever intentional. I don’t think people intentionally withhold or hide information on purpose. Or do they?

But, I can’t remember if my GP asked me if I had any questions when I got my new inhalers. Nor did he show me how to use them – a bit of a faux pas seeing that it was a completely new type that I had never ever seen before (thank you YouTube for showing me the way). But then again, I’m not sure I would have known what to ask, and I don’t know if I would have asked even if I did now.

Of course, I know communication is not just verbal. It also includes body language, tone, eye contact and gestures. But I wonder, is communication between the health professional and patient really about exchanging information (in whichever format that may be)? Or instead (or in addition to) is it an exchange of power? That’s what they say, isn’t it? Information is power.

Do we, as health professionals, not communicate properly or hold on to information for fear that the patient will run away with it and we will no longer be in control?

Or perhaps we are worried that they will no longer needs us? We need them! Otherwise we wouldn’t have a job!

Do we not willingly communicate for fear that we will not understand the response?

Or that we will not have the time or resources to deal with the response or questions that our own communication and information triggers?

The above reads like a bit of a riddle and I suppose communication in itself is a bit of a mine field. Most of us think we have the necessary skills to communicate adequately. I think I do. Sort of. Though I have to be honest and admit that the more I write this blog the more unsure I am that I’m getting my point across and communicating effectively! So I will leave it there..until next time!

Here is a quick picture that made me smile! I thought it was apt 🙂

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Peru is nearly here!

Woowwwweee! Time is flying! In no time at all I will be making my way across the world to do my 3 week placement in Peru! I’ve had a request by another blogger to write a guest entry about organising my trip to Peru so I’m saving all my exclusive info for that particular blog which I am hoping to link here once it has been published on t’internet but I wanted to write something for myself on how I feel about my trip so that I can: a) vent b) clear my head c) have something in writing that I can reflect on once I come back from my mahooosive trip! d) keep you all wonderful (nosy) readers in the loop 😉 Anyone who knows me and knows me well will also know that I’m quite ballsy and that I’m not usually phased by the idea of travelling on my own, or in fact, doing anything on my own. I mean, I go to the cinema on my own sometimes and that’s seen by many as a quite the adventure! But I am starting to get nervous and I’m not very sure why! If I look at it rationally:

  • It will not be my first time flying, I have flown so many times that I have probably lost count. In big planes, smalls ones and some only marginally bigger than my head.
  • It is not the first time I have traveled alone. Sometimes I prefer it! Less arguments and no compromises needed 🙂
  • It is also not the first time I have flown long haul..and no, 8 or 10 hours on a plane is not long haul for me. I’m talking about trips over the 15 hours mark.
  • It is not the first time I have been to the Americas.
  • I have traveled abroad for work many many times before (this is how I have managed to do all of the above).
  • I speak the lingo. Plus I would also be quite happy talking to a wall so the thought of talking to strangers is not really that scary to me.

But, if i think about it:

  • It will be only the second time that I will be flying super long haul (by that I mean over 24 hours flying)  in economy. Ooooh the joys of being a student and not having company expenses to pay for the luxury of space!
  • The furthest south I have been in the ‘Americas’ is Mexico or Cuba  (whichever is furthest south) and I have never been to South America. This was sort of the point of going to Peru in the first place as I am a big fan of visiting new countries but still – it’s a big deal!  I have got myself a Peru travel guide to give me a few tips and pointers before I travel!

  • I speak Spain Spanish and not South American Spanish – which is really quite different. So I speak the language but I don’t. You could argue that I have a better chance at getting my point across than many others , you could also argue that I also have a better chance at putting my foot in it. I also have no idea what it will be like to speak ‘Nursing’ in South American Spanish. But….I have got myself a lovely book to help me along. I just need to actually sit down and read it now!Spanish/English Terms for Nurses
  • It’s for ‘work’ (or elective placement if we want to be pedantic)  but not work that I actually know how to do. When I used to travel for business I knew what I was doing for the most part. This is totally different. I am still learning and there is real people with real illnesses in a foreign country involved – that has to warrant a few nerves right?
  • Although big things (like travelling for hours on my own) don’t phase me, the little ones (asking for directions, finding the bus stop, trying to figure out currency change) do make me feel a little unsettled. I don’t know why, it’s just one of those funny anxiety things that I have always lived with! So that will be fun.
  • It will be autumn – everyone keeps saying “ooooh you will have a lovely tan when you get back” No, I won’t. Peru is in the southern hemisphere and it will be autumn. Cuzco is also at the edge of the Amazon and whilst I am not going in the rainy season, temperatures do drop to around 4 degrees at night (Celsius not Fahrenheit for non-metric readers)
  • I also feel quite stressed at the timing of my placement. I will be away for 4 weeks in total, including travel time and a stop over to visit my lovely friend in Dallas. That probably doesn’t sound stressful but when I land home I have 3 days before I go on holiday with my other half. In those 3 days I will be getting ready for my bridesmaid duties at the wedding of the year, finishing a presentation for uni and packing for my holiday! Once I return from holiday I have my summative presentation all about Peru, my end of second year tutorial, and also, more packing for my trip to Spain to see my granny. The thought of all the packing and unpacking is making me want to cry.

So yeah…I’m getting a little nervous about it! I also still have so much to do!:

  • Buy my luggage – I have a very specific type of bag in my head that I want to take with me. One that is kind of like a rucksack but on wheels.
  • Decide whether to take iPad full of films and things or stick with simple Kindle and e-books.
  • As above but  iPhone vs simpler phone.
  • Sort out a gift for my placement and host family.
  • Make doctors appointment for my travel check – including vaccinations if I need any. I’m pretty sure I have everything I need.
  • Book my Machu Picchu trip.
  • Arrange meet and greet on Skype with host family and mentor.
  • Pass placement here in the UK – otherwise I won’t be allowed to go to Peru – no pressure!
  • Oh yeah, work my pants off so I have the moment to get most of the above!
  • Read my guidebook and phrase book.
  • Print out all my documents.
  • Pack.
  • Start my presentation so that I don’t have to do it all in those 3 days after I come back from Peru.

So much to do! So much to do! I better get on with some of it!

6 C’ing my way through nursing – Courage

As I mentioned in my previous entry. I want to write about each of the 6Cs (have a look at my ‘6 C’ing my way through nursing’ entry if you want to know more!)

I wanted my first entry to be about Courage – for no other reason than a couple of events this week have really made me reflect on why people do certain things, and in turn, why I do the things that I do. Worth pointing out that in my view (and you may disagree here) there is a very distinct difference between being courageous and being reckless – though I accept that different people see things very differently. Nonetheless, I like to think I am the former and not the latter. So here goes….

When I resigned from my previous job, people said I was making a rash decision; a whim they called it. Those who knew me little were surprised at my new career choice. Those who know me best reacted with “about time” comments and those people were simply full of admiration. How many people do you know who are stuck in a rut? It may be work, it may be the house they live in, it may be a relationship, it may be financial worries or all of the above! It may even be you – reading this now – who is feeling like that..and how many people have the courage to make change happen? How many of all those people have the courage to change their circumstances? As it stands, I have met a lot of nurses and student nurses who have found that courage. Every single one of the people I have cared for are courageous people. They have courage to carry on; to keep trying; to keep smiling.

Take Dr Kate Granger, she’s a GP diagnosed with a very rare and terminal cancer. I have been very lucky to have met her, and can honestly say I have never met anyone so honest, open and courageous…unafraid to fight for what she believes in. She has fought tooth and nail for our NHS and to raise awareness of the value of person centred care and she has continued to do in the little time she has left. She has talked openly about her experiences in hospital as a patient and offered much valuable feedback on how we can improve further. Not as a means to devalue the NHS but in order to make it even better than it already is. This includes her ‘Hello, my name is’ campaign – encouraging all health workers to introduce themselves to patients as a matter of course. She’s a boat rocker and one of the very bravest.

Then, take the Daily Mail <sigh>….. I really wish I could remain objective when writing about such a sensationalist paper. This week, it published a story about Dr Granger’s campaigning. They didn’t really listen, they didn’t understand and without any consideration to Dr Granger turned HER story into one of disappointment and despair – Kate Granger is nothing like that. She is positive, encouraging and ambitious and the Daily Mail have broken her heart…but she has picked it back up, and has vowed to continue all her hard graft. What an inspirational lady.

What do you think? Who is courageous or who is reckless? Does it depend?

The thing with courage is that people think that a heroic act is needed in order to be courageous. I’m not sure I believe that. I take courage as I take risk. I weigh up cost vs benefit. Most of all do this in our daily lives anyway. To have a salad or a pizza. To drive or take the bus. To hang the washing out when its cloudy or not. To drive those extra 5 miles with the petrol warning light on or not. They are all decision that we make daily and risks that we take each and every day. They are all rational and calculated risks for which we accept the consequences. In my eyes, courage encompasses the ability to accept responsibility for the consequences of our actions – possibly to the benefit of others and not ourselves – and to do it regardless, much like Dr Granger does each and every day.

How would you define courage? Dictionaries not allowed.

Sometimes I wonder how people like Dr Granger do it. Where do they find the strength? I aim for the same bravery or course. Whether I will get there it remains to be seen! I don’t often say no to a new opportunity or to a challenge. If you have never seen the ‘Yes Man’ with Jim Carrey I would certainly encourage you to. I may have mentioned this in previous blogs but its a great film and incredibly inspiring. It is only because of this ethos that I have taken advantage of opportunities as much as I have. I don’t wait for other people to try things out first. I don’t wait for encouragement or coaxing. I like breaking down barriers and I’m not afraid of a little hard work to make it happen. I have to admit that  recent experiences would suggest that hard work and success offend people, and they get really angry. I’m not very sure why but it makes no difference to me whatsoever. I truly believe that THERE ARE people out there with no agenda. I work hard because it’s the way I am made and to ask me to do something less than my best would go against everything that I believe in.

Because of this, I spend a lot of time reflecting on things that I have done and said and I try to rationalise all outcomes. I get happy, I upset, I pick myself up and I carry on. I do that almost constantly because I am so self aware that I analyse almost every single one of my moves. I am my biggest critic, as most people are. But I try to not give myself a hard time if I am wrong even if it takes a lot of effort and energy to let things go. This is incredibly difficult to put into practice – but I do try!

I understand that when I write this blog and publish it to the Universe that I make myself vulnerable by opening up myself and my thoughts and inviting feedback. I understand that the power of the internet means that whilst I open up to all my readers, that in turn my readers are able to hide behind an internet persona without consequence. The internet, or the freedom of press and speech (see the Daily Mail for example) gives people courage to perhaps do and say things that they would not otherwise do or say in ‘real life’. I know it certainly gives me courage to write things I would normally reserve for my ‘Dear Diary’ moments. In spite of that, I continue to do what I do, I continue to publish blog entries.

I don’t really want to apologise for the long entry. I feel that it is important that we are all self aware of our actions and whether you are in a caring profession or not, consider the 6Cs in every day life. In the context of this post perhaps you could consider, are you courageous or reckless? Does it depend? And if so, what on?

 “Courage is what it takes to stand up and speak; courage is also what it takes to sit down and listen.”  Winston Churchill

“Courage is grace under pressure” Ernest Hemingway

 

6 C’ing my way through nursing

The title of this blog entry is probably a little cryptic, so let me explain.

Back in 2012 (before I started my nursing course) in light of some of the most horrendous scandals to hit the NHS, the Chief Nursing Officer of England (Jane Cummings) set a 3 year vision and strategy that would include 6 specific action areas to ultimately deliver  and implement Compassion in Practice (CiP) at all levels of our National Health Service. These areas are:

  1. Action area one: Helping people to stay independent, maximise well-being and improving health outcomes
  2. Action area two: Working with people to provide a positive experience of care
  3. Action area three: Delivering high quality care and measuring the impact
  4. Action area four: Building and strengthening leadership
  5. Action area five: Ensuring we have the right staff, with the right skills, in the right place
  6. Action area six: Supporting positive staff experience

I’m sure everyone will agree that all of the above are vital if the NHS is to meet the expectations of the very people which rely on it, . But…they are a little wordy aren’t they? They don’t really roll off the tip of your tongue. So to help with that, the 6 Cs were created – the 6 Cs encompass the ethos of the Compassion in Practice strategy and cover:

  1. Care
  2. Compassion
  3. Communication
  4. Competence
  5. Commitment
  6. Courage

Again, I’m sure you will agree that they above qualities are essential in Nursing and Care staff. Nonetheless, there are people out who are not quite convinced that the 6Cs and the CiP vision will make any sort of impact. Some people believe that the 6C’s are a gimmick, and that nursing staff should not need to be reminded of the 6Cs to do their jobs….and to a certain extent, they are perhaps correct. Health professionals should not need to be reminded that they are in fact in caring professions. However, there are many examples out there of a lack of compassion, as we are frequently reminded of by the media, so something needs to change. My view is that something is better than nothing and I am an avid fan of making change happen and not simply sitting down and complaining about it.

The 6Cs act as a prompt, as a reflection model and as a really really good reminder of what Nurses are fantastically good at. They should be used to celebrate achievements, to show how there is no other profession quite as unique and rewarding as nursing, and to remind us all of why we do what we do (whether qualified or not). They are not – in my view – a tool to metaphorically beat people up with nor are they a framework on which to blame bad practice or culture.

So, in light of that, I want to dedicate a blog entry to each of those 6 Cs and I want to start this blog with Courage – keep your eyes pealed for it!

Have I really not written anything since January?

Oooooops, I haven’t updated this blog for a while, have I? Since January in fact. I recently received that comment on this very blog! It was very well timed… the day I received it I had just been mentioning how guilty I felt that I hadn’t updated my blog for a loooong time and how  I just needed to find the time from somewhere to write. Well….I got the time and the motivation that I needed and here I am!

So, in reference to whether I really really haven’t written anything  since January the answer is both yes and no. I really haven’t written this blog since January but that’s because I have been super super busy writing and doing all these other bits and bobs!

– I had to finish my last placement in A&E and with District Nurses – after spending endless hours writing patient notes, care plans, referrals, handovers, discharges etc.. my motivation to write blogs goes walkies! That’s understandable isn’t it? I know that my intention when I started writing this blog was to update it weekly, or more frequently than that.. I can’t really remember to be honest but I must have been deluded,  just cannot manage that at the moment.  I hope that if nothing else, my blog is an online record of all the opportunities that are available to student nurses if they are able and willing to grab them with both hands…and well.. I’m sort of too busy doing that to have the time to write about it all!! I really didn’t expect that the world of nursing would be so flipping exciting and full of wonder! I want to make the most of it all whilst I still can.

Anyway, back to my list of things I have been writing and doing!

– Writing a 3000 word assignment whilst also in placement – imagine all of the above, plus having to muster the energy to also research, read and read and read and critically appraise (contrast and compare) evidence and write an essay. Sounds like hard work, doesn’t it? It was, it was tedious and it took over my life for a good few months.

– In addition…I have also been writing approximately 25 x 1000 word reflective essays for my portfolio – this is in addition both to placement and to my assignment! That is a loooooot of words! It hurts my brain writing reflections…having to be open and honest and self-aware of your own feelings and behaviours is a lot more difficult than you would think! Ignorance is bliss as they say but alas, not in nursing! For good reason too.

– Writing, reviewing, modifying and re-writing my first ever journal article! Watch out world! Author Ruthie has landed! I originally submitted my article in November last year, and it has been updated every time I had feedback for reviewers, sub-editors and editors which equates to around 10 re-writes in total. Frankly, it looks nothing like the original article now but I hope someone enjoys it nonetheless. I am so super proud and cannot wait to be able to reference myself in an article – because I am sad like that 🙂

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– Writing notes, reading, watching videos and revising for my one ginormous exam of the year. “That’s all you have?” I hear you say! Yes, that was all I had…one single exam that covered 18 hrs per week x 9 months of work, on any part of the human anatomy and physiology, on anything on major chronic and acute conditions out there. Easy peasy lemon squeazy. No? Exam was actually ok, although I did have a few head scratching moments but it wouldn’t be an exam if it wasn’t a little challenging!  Will find out in the next week or so if I did enough to pass!

– Oh yeah, there is the small matter of attending uni full time too! And also working, I have two part time jobs…which reminds me! I work so so so so hard that guess what? I am the best super hardest worker at my uni:IMG_1201

So you know….sorry that I haven’t written my blog in a while. I have been a little preoccupied! I will try my hardest to do better.

Sometimes I wonder how I will cope doing all this when I qualify – working full time, shifts, having a life, sleeping, eating (though incredibly I always find the time to eat, several times a day, every day- my weight is testament to that!). But then I realise that when I qualify I won’t be working full time, studying, volunteering, writing journal articles and working another 2 part time jobs at the same time. Having a full time job may actually be a little easier – plus I’m sure the pay will soften the blow somewhat 🙂

Chat soon! I promise 🙂