Got something against nurses, bring it on.

[Shagly]

You are so due for a butt plug.

 

[Conager]

Huh???

If I need a nurse, I figure he or she is putting me back together. Why would I have a problem with that?

 

[Shagly]

Huh???

If I need a nurse, I figure he or she is putting me back together. Why would I have a problem with that?

It's better to quit falling apart, cheaper also.

 

[doowdniw]

I kiss a nurse every day.

 

[oggbashan]

I wrote a couple of stories about sexy nurses and this poem:

https://www.literotica.com/p/blue-dress-blues

 

[QuidProQuo77]

Hospital bait

My Dad had a bad heart, was hospitalized several times. He cheated on my mom with a nurse and finally left us for her. I'm guessing she was an anomaly though, no nurse ever hit on me when I was in hospital as an adult.

 

[Bert Notorius]

my ex is a nurse. do the math.

 

[pollynova]

Nurses stab, prick, and poke. I don't like them.

 

[Comshaw]

Nurses stab, prick, and poke. I don't like them.

Hell most men do that! 'Course we use a blunt instrument for our stabbing, pricking and poking. And it ain't painful.....or shouldn't be....unless it's requested.


Comshaw

 

[sweepthefloor]

I wrote a couple of stories about sexy nurses and this poem:

https://www.literotica.com/p/blue-dress-blues

This is very beautiful. I do like your poem a lot. I just cried inside.

For one in a thousand sees the woman inside.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Hell most men do that! 'Course we use a blunt instrument for our stabbing, pricking and poking. And it ain't painful.....or shouldn't be....unless it's requested.


Comshaw

The blunt tip needle with a large bore draws up the best Rx.

 

[oggbashan]

This is very beautiful. I do like your poem a lot. I just cried inside.

Thank you. Many decades ago I went out with several nurses from a London hospital - often with all of them together. In a group they wanted to talk about anything except their work.

When I went out with one of them as potential boyfriend/girlfriend I had to be a sympathetic listener as she unloaded the frustrations and sadness about her day's work. Frequently I started the evening/day out with a wet shoulder.

Being a nurse in a hospital that only dealt with really complex cases was hard. Too many patients died because being referred to that hospital was their last desperate chance. Watching good people die every day despite the best efforts of the surgeons and nurses was very difficult. On duty the nurses had to be confident and appear optimistic even when they knew the odds were against the patient surviving.

As I was someone who wasn't involved, they could express their anger and hurt to me and complain that 'life wasn't fair'. They could say things they suppressed when on duty.

Some of them are still friends all these years later.

But now one of my daughters is a specialist palliative care doctor. She has to cope with sadness every working day yet not show it.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Thank you. Many decades ago I went out with several nurses from a London hospital - often with all of them together. In a group they wanted to talk about anything except their work.

When I went out with one of them as potential boyfriend/girlfriend I had to be a sympathetic listener as she unloaded the frustrations and sadness about her day's work. Frequently I started the evening/day out with a wet shoulder.

Being a nurse in a hospital that only dealt with really complex cases was hard. Too many patients died because being referred to that hospital was their last desperate chance. Watching good people die every day despite the best efforts of the surgeons and nurses was very difficult. On duty the nurses had to be confident and appear optimistic even when they knew the odds were against the patient surviving.

As I was someone who wasn't involved, they could express their anger and hurt to me and complain that 'life wasn't fair'. They could say things they suppressed when on duty.

Some of them are still friends all these years later.

But now one of my daughters is a specialist palliative care doctor. She has to cope with sadness every working day yet not show it.

I wish I had someone like you in my life. I ventilate emotions in a sick way, or I save them for my nurse friends with a phone call cry on the way home. I still cry after all these years. I still laugh too.

I once tried to communicate with a lover about, another body bag, another mangled leg, a spinal cord injury, a traumatic brain injury, the homeless alcoholic, the sound of a mother wailing from an unexpected painful loss of a child, or caring for the brain-dead person preparing for organ donation-- The man told me: You chose to be a nurse. You signed up for it.

I am honest but supportive. I do not give false hope in the intensive care unit. I do not take it away either.

Palliative Care Physicians are special and gold. In my experience they tell the truth, and their ethical and moral standards exceed anyone I have met inside the profession of healthcare. Their skills and compassion outrank us all.

And because of your empathy, you can hug your child and take away some of the every single day sadness that she carries in her heart for others.

 

[Comshaw]

I wish I had someone like you in my life. I ventilate emotions in a sick way, or I save them for my nurse friends with a phone call cry on the way home. I still cry after all these years. I still laugh too.

I once tried to communicate with a lover about, another body bag, another mangled leg, a spinal cord injury, a traumatic brain injury, the homeless alcoholic, the sound of a mother wailing from an unexpected painful loss of a child, or caring for the brain-dead person preparing for organ donation-- The man told me: You chose to be a nurse. You signed up for it.

I am honest but supportive. I do not give false hope in the intensive care unit. I do not take it away either.

Palliative Care Physicians are special and gold. In my experience they tell the truth, and their ethical and moral standards exceed anyone I have met inside the profession of healthcare. Their skills and compassion outrank us all.

And because of your empathy, you can hug your child and take away some of the every single day sadness that she carries in her heart for others.

True that. I've spent a bit of time under the care of nurses and with others who were. Nurses in a MASH unit taking care of the shattered bodies of young men. Emergency room nurses taking care of idjit motorcycle riders that like to hit cars or make out with the pavement at speed, who smile and tell you to talk to your daughter even though she is in a coma, because she can hear you. Floor nurses that take care of you after the operation and tell you they really shouldn't let you stay with your best friend while he is taking chemo, but who bring in an easy chair a short while later. Nurses in the doctors office that understand you aren't feeling well but can still pull a smile out of you. I have nothing but respect for nurses. They've helped me through some hard times, some painful times and some 'I'm scared they're going to die' times. They are the ones who see us at our worst, stay with us when we're sick , are there when we are dying and can still come back to work day after day. Something I couldn't handle or do. Yes I have a profound amount of respect for nurses.


Comshaw

 

[RjThoughts]

Maternal grandmother was an RN nurse for over 30 years
Mother was a candy striper and LPN for a few years
Sister has been an RN since 1990

Two paternal aunts and several more cousins, male and female, are RNs and LPNs.

I've learned a few things:

1. If you don't want to discuss blood and other bodily fluids over dinner, don't ask "And how was your day?";
2. They can cry, especially if they've become attached to a patient, especially if they were young;
and 3. Most of them are sick, sadistic bitches - YES nurse, that needle DOES hurt LOL

 

[sweepthefloor]

True that. I've spent a bit of time under the care of nurses and with others who were.

Comshaw

I know the look of, “I am scared to die,” and it is very different than the “I am ready to die, let me go,” look. I know the words: “I am going to die tonight,” and those words are serious because when a person says that, they are usually right.

I can not count the number of people I have stayed with to the end. When the breathing tube comes out, I have never let a person die alone. “Comfort Measures Only,” is a few vials of morphine, clean dry sheets, my chair next to the bed, and my hand in the hand of the dying because sometimes it is too hard for a family to stay, and I understand that. “She will not be alone,” is a promise never broken.

I can not count the number of times that I worked in the room and pushed the code blue button right before dropping the bed into CPR mode and getting on the chest. The sound of code blue bells ringing is the worse high pitched fast bell that ever rang.

A husband and wife got wrecked in a car, the driver side was t-boned at an intersection. The husband was the driver and sustained multiple life threatening injuries, he was trying to die. His body was overwhelmed with shock trauma and the cascade that goes with it: hypothermia, acidosis, and coagulopathy-- and we call this the Trauma Triad of Death.

He was exsanguinating in the bed in front of our eyes. Definitive surgical bleed control was not possible. We transfused over 50 units of blood products on a rapid infuser. The blood bank delivered cooler after cooler of products: platelets, packed cells, plasma, cryoprecipitate. Chest tube after chest tube was inserted to drain the blood from his lungs. The blood came out of every hole and every insertion site. We taped multiple suction tube set ups to the bed so that blood did not go all over the floor. We turned the ICU room into a small operating room.

His wife was admitted to the ICU for multiple rib fractures, but she was awake and very aware. Her nurse wheeled her bed into the room to see her husband for the last time approximately 15 minutes before his first loss of pulse. She held his hand. She wanted to see her husband. She wanted to tell him to live. The nurse took her back to her room and refused to leave her bedside.

The man became pulseless 5 times. We knew he was going to die. He tried but each pulseless episode lasted longer than the previous loss of pulse. That woman, that wife, the Mother of their children spent her whole adult life with this man. This woman listened to the code blue bells again, and again.

And after the 5th bell she told her nurse to stop, tell them to stop. The nurse walked to the room and asked the Surgeon to speak with the wife. He looked at the monitor. The nurses continued effort.

The Surgeon came back and ordered the stop, and the time of death was recorded. “He called it.” It is a strange common wording, “Let’s call it.” These words are always preceded by, “How many minutes in are we?”

I cried in my Jeep. I did not cry for the man. I cried for that woman. I cried for that wife because she listened to those terrible bells the whole time while he died 5 times. I cried because every time those bells started and stopped, she knew it was her husband. I cried because her children were on their way from out of town rushing to be with her. I cried for the nurse that stayed with her next to her bed, her hand wiping away a wife’s streaming tears.
--
A young man extracted from a wrecked Corvette woke up in the ICU post-operatively. He looked down at the bed, I looked at his face, he looked into my eyes and asked me: “Where are my legs?” He put his hands on two bandaged stumps and asked me: “Where are my legs?” It is a look and question of horror. “Your legs were crushed in a car accident.”

His legs were amputated quickly to save his life.
--
Your experiences are so true from the Doctor’s office to the Intensive Care Unit. I feel ashamed typing these words, as if I am publicly describing the personal intimate experiences of others who are most vulnerable.

It is not about us, we get to go home every night to our families, to our bed, and to our lives. And maybe that is why we hold so much inside, or create sick senses of humor about it all. Maybe I should have sent these words to your inbox in private. Maybe I will delete all of these words so please do not quote them. I am crying.

I want to thank you for describing so accurately a description of nursing so much better than I could ever write because I am not on your side of the bed. I do not know you, but I want you to please hold me. These words that you write mean so much to nurses everywhere, in every setting. We do not want cookies, pens and lunch boxes for nurse appreciation week. We want you.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Maternal grandmother was an RN nurse for over 30 years
Mother was a candy striper and LPN for a few years
Sister has been an RN since 1990

Two paternal aunts and several more cousins, male and female, are RNs and LPNs.

I've learned a few things:

1. If you don't want to discuss blood and other bodily fluids over dinner, don't ask "And how was your day?";
2. They can cry, especially if they've become attached to a patient, especially if they were young;
and 3. Most of them are sick, sadistic bitches - YES nurse, that needle DOES hurt LOL

I always wondered what it is like for the family of nurses. Did you get the, “You are not sick, you are going to school,” speak?

You are not sick unless you have a fever, or your head is in the bucket while you sit on the toilet at the same time.

“You don’t feel good?” Get dressed you are going to school. “I will show you what sick is.”

We do have stomachs made of metal. I can clean up diarrhea, empty a chunky soup bag of urine, tube feeding vomit, green sputum or blood and then go to lunch.

Nurses can be sadistic bitches but I always tell the truth: This is going to be uncomfortable. It is so strange to take away pain and give it at the same time. There are fingers and tubes in every orifice, but at least we bring some morphine too.

 

[Shagly]

I always wondered what it is like for the family of nurses. Did you get the, “You are not sick, you are going to school,” speak?

You are not sick unless you have a fever, or your head is in the bucket while you sit on the toilet at the same time.

“You don’t feel good?” Get dressed you are going to school. “I will show you what sick is.”

We do have stomachs made of metal. I can clean up diarrhea, empty a chunky soup bag of urine, tube feeding vomit, green sputum or blood and then go to lunch.

Nurses can be sadistic bitches but I always tell the truth: This is going to be uncomfortable. It is so strange to take away pain and give it at the same time. There are fingers and tubes in every orifice, but at least we bring some morphine too.

Nurse Ratchet you are tipping off future patients.

http://themedia10.files.wordpress.com/2014/06/one-flew-over-the-cuckoos-nest-nurse-mildred-ratched-11.jpg

 

[RjThoughts]

I always wondered what it is like for the family of nurses. Did you get the, “You are not sick, you are going to school,” speak?

You are not sick unless you have a fever, or your head is in the bucket while you sit on the toilet at the same time.

“You don’t feel good?” Get dressed you are going to school. “I will show you what sick is.”

We do have stomachs made of metal. I can clean up diarrhea, empty a chunky soup bag of urine, tube feeding vomit, green sputum or blood and then go to lunch.

Nurses can be sadistic bitches but I always tell the truth: This is going to be uncomfortable. It is so strange to take away pain and give it at the same time. There are fingers and tubes in every orifice, but at least we bring some morphine too.

No, because I liked school, and by the time I was in high school, my parents, especially my mother would just let me stay home, catch up on my sleep. I would go out to the convenience store later and get some soda and sandwiches. I was a good boy LOL

My grandmother would have awesome ER stories for us for breakfast after church or Sunday dinners when she held them.

 

[Jennifer]

I love being a sick, twisted, truth telling nurse. It suits me.

Nurses are the only ones with enough balls to tell you the truths that the physicians are too weak to say.

ISweeps.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[sweepthefloor]

No, because I liked school, and by the time I was in high school, my parents, especially my mother would just let me stay home, catch up on my sleep. I would go out to the convenience store later and get some soda and sandwiches. I was a good boy LOL

My grandmother would have awesome ER stories for us for breakfast after church or Sunday dinners when she held them.

I was not a good girl. I did not mind the school work but I did not like going to school.

ER stories are the best nurse stories.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I love being a sick, twisted, truth telling nurse. It suits me.

Nurses are the only ones with enough balls to tell you the truths that the physicians are too weak to say.

ISweeps.

I Jennifer.

Sick and twisted is the truth.

Residents: I will not stop till they get in the room and tell the truth, and they can not hide in the ICU! It's not like they can go away.

I told on one a few months ago. I was angry and hot in the head. I just couldn't take it anymore. The family was confused because they got 50 different stories and the patient was dying. The Attending ripped him apart pretty badly.

In other words: Don't fuck with the nurse who is advocating for the patient and the family.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I too spend an unfortunate amount of time with nurses. A nurse can make or break a day as much as a consultant /dr. I'm pretty ok with almost all my procedures. ( I don't particularly like a couple of little things, like someone else putting in eyedrops for me), but....draw blood out of me all day long, stick things in places, and if its going to hurt, its going to hurt...just let me make a joke about it.

There are nurses who make the whole horrid ordeal alright with a chuckle with you not at you, And a pat or stroke on the arm, a comment about how nice your dress is, and the are ones who forget there every day is so e people's once a year. I go more than once a year, but when I watch the rarely there's you can see the nerves they have. As a 'used to it' I try and be friendly to the nervous, show pictures of my pets to fractious kids, and chat to anxious or lonely people. ( when I would rather read a book and tell the world to go away.....cannot they see I'm getting more bad news today) .

I also write letters of thanks when I get a great nurse or student dr -care of their employers. It makes a difference to them in a way it just doesn't to consultants, and sometimes their employers give them some recognition too. I that they were remembered well means they give more of the compassion, or humour, or truth they gave me to others they see, and feel bolstered by the letter. It never hurts to get good feedback.

Thank you so much. You are kind.

 

[sweepthefloor]

Nurse Ratchet you are tipping off future patients.

WTF!!! Are you off your Seroquel?