SeaCat
Hey, my Halo is smoking
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I came into work today to find I had a new patient on my assignment. I knew absolutely nothing about this patient and entered her room cold. It was only when I entered the room that I found the patient to be a younger woman. She barely responded to my talking with her or moving her about. Her family though did respond, they hovered around the bed and me watching me with eagle eyes. I finally asked them where they were from and they told me. Now I could understand their reactions to my ministrations, they were Muslims.
They saw me several times during the day and each time I was careful to make sure at least one of them was in the room with me.
During this time I had to listen to the comments made by the R.N. taking care of the patient. She had absolutely no compassion for the patients or the patients family. I found myself appologising more than once for her comments.
Towards the end of the shift I had to go into the room once more. I had to position the patient. The patients mother, (who speaks no English) and her sister were in the room. I explained what I had to do and they had no problems with this. When I turned the patient we found that she was soaked much to the consternation of the family members. I told them this was not a problem and told them to wait a minute as I got what I needed. I returned to the room with everything I needed and got everything in order. It was then I found the brother and father waiting in the room as well. Both of them were unhappy but I told them to hold on for a minute.
It took me a couple of minutes to get everything ready. Sheets and pads were layed out just so. A basin of warm water with soap was at my side with plenty of washcloths and towels. I also had a sheet ready. Mom and Dad were placed at the head of the bed while sister and brother were at the foot of the bed. I spread the clean sheet out over the bed and had them each grab a corner. When they had done so I had them pull the sheet tight and lift it a bit. Now I could get to work.
I worked under that sheet. I removed her gown and bathed her. I rolled her from side to side while bathing her and changing the linens under her. I replaced her gown and positioned her then covered her. All of this was done by touch under that sheet. It was only when I was done that I permitted the sheet to be removed. (Yes this was a royal pain in the ass but that's life in the fast lane.)
About halfway through this the son asked me why I was doing this and I explained. I told him that my job was caring for patients. I told him that my personal education encompassed a bit of knowledge about other societies and religeons. I would not willingly break their tabboos unless it was medically needed. He and his sister questioned me and I found the discussion more than enlightening. Brother and sister translated my answers and the questions of the parents.
When I was finished the father and mother came up to me along with the patients siblings. The father shook hands with me and the mother hugged me as they thanked me.
The brother and sister than asked if I would be back tomorrow. They were unhappy that I wouldn't be. Then the brother told me that he was going to be writing a letter to the hospital about my caring for his sister and for his family. He informed me that he was more than impressed with the fact that I had not only understood their Social Mores but had gone out of my way to work around them.
To say that this gave me a good feeling would be an underestatement.
Cat
They saw me several times during the day and each time I was careful to make sure at least one of them was in the room with me.
During this time I had to listen to the comments made by the R.N. taking care of the patient. She had absolutely no compassion for the patients or the patients family. I found myself appologising more than once for her comments.
Towards the end of the shift I had to go into the room once more. I had to position the patient. The patients mother, (who speaks no English) and her sister were in the room. I explained what I had to do and they had no problems with this. When I turned the patient we found that she was soaked much to the consternation of the family members. I told them this was not a problem and told them to wait a minute as I got what I needed. I returned to the room with everything I needed and got everything in order. It was then I found the brother and father waiting in the room as well. Both of them were unhappy but I told them to hold on for a minute.
It took me a couple of minutes to get everything ready. Sheets and pads were layed out just so. A basin of warm water with soap was at my side with plenty of washcloths and towels. I also had a sheet ready. Mom and Dad were placed at the head of the bed while sister and brother were at the foot of the bed. I spread the clean sheet out over the bed and had them each grab a corner. When they had done so I had them pull the sheet tight and lift it a bit. Now I could get to work.
I worked under that sheet. I removed her gown and bathed her. I rolled her from side to side while bathing her and changing the linens under her. I replaced her gown and positioned her then covered her. All of this was done by touch under that sheet. It was only when I was done that I permitted the sheet to be removed. (Yes this was a royal pain in the ass but that's life in the fast lane.)
About halfway through this the son asked me why I was doing this and I explained. I told him that my job was caring for patients. I told him that my personal education encompassed a bit of knowledge about other societies and religeons. I would not willingly break their tabboos unless it was medically needed. He and his sister questioned me and I found the discussion more than enlightening. Brother and sister translated my answers and the questions of the parents.
When I was finished the father and mother came up to me along with the patients siblings. The father shook hands with me and the mother hugged me as they thanked me.
The brother and sister than asked if I would be back tomorrow. They were unhappy that I wouldn't be. Then the brother told me that he was going to be writing a letter to the hospital about my caring for his sister and for his family. He informed me that he was more than impressed with the fact that I had not only understood their Social Mores but had gone out of my way to work around them.
To say that this gave me a good feeling would be an underestatement.
Cat