Oct 1 2010

from the other side.

I am beginning this post sitting in the waiting room, a spot that I rarely find myself in, a spot that I never imagined to be in for the sweet person that I am sitting waiting to hear report on. Sitting waiting. Staring, glaring at the computer screen, eagerly awaiting the little check box by his masked number to move from “in the OR” to “PACU”. Good Lord, it can not come soon enough. There is not enough xanax on the planet for me at this moment. He’s not critical, he’s not even inpatient, its a simple outpatient surgery. WHY ON EARTH AM I PANICKING?

This is the weirdest felling. For years he has been by my side throughout endless doctors visits, er dates over anorexic episodes, manic depressions + the multitude of injuries that somehow manage to mark their way onto my body + medical records. {seriously, if someone was crazy enough to request my entirety of MR’s it would be over 3 feet tall} And now, I am the one in the opposing role, the one holding his hand telling him it will all be ok. I am the one who is {supposed} to have the sanity + calmness. I am the one making giggling comments about the sexy purple patient gown that totally brings out all his handsome features. Apparently, even on narcotics its not funny. But I am sure cackling.

I sneaked this photo of him when he was just waking up, bah! it’s blurry, but it’s all I got… {however, I am sure that he will soon sneak on here + delete it} It was so sad, he was so loopy. But in his normal fashion his brain first went to food: seriously, the first words he said out of anesthesia was “I want a cheesy gordita crunch”; needless to say, I cackled. I offered to have them place a NG tube, however, apparently, I am no longer funny. A few minutes later he began to become more “with it” and his usual humor showed its silly face – “is this real life”? If you haven’t seen the David after the Dentist video. Watch it. Our time Post Op seemed soooo long. But hey! I got some free ice cream out of it! And we personally knew our RN! Which made it great. She’s a super sweetie.

We are back home, stocked up on lots of powerade, narcotics + gelato! Yum. And of course we are all eagerly awaiting for his biking clearance to return…

Thanks for all of your prayers (:

Sep 28 2010


Orders. We get them everyday + we are expected to comply. We give them + we expect others to comply as well. We get them in the office from that grumpy ol’ boss, we give them to our family members, law enforcement + the rules of the road give us even more orders to follow, we get them from our doctors, in some cases + days, we even are that grumpy ol’ boss who expects everyone to comply with their orders no matter how ludicrous they may sound. Today in clinical orientation we chatted about patient advocacy, health literacy + how the two play a huge role in a patients compliance throughout a physician’s treatment plan. Now, I’ll be the first to tell you that orders are 99.9% not fun to follow, but having worked in the field + having been a patient, I also can tell you that they are quite crucial to follow. Statistics show that approximately 80% of the information that a physician gives to a patient is not retained within 20 minutes of leaving their office. Depressing isn’t it? What’s even more depressing is all the “yep’s”, “nope’s”, “uhuh’s”+ “totally’s” we receive in health care, when we ask “do yo have any questions?” Easy right? Embarrassing? Sometimes. Ok, most of the time. But we seriously, as medical staff get so caught up in our treatment plans that we don’t take time to be positive that the “orders” were even understood.

So what does any of this have to do with being compliant? Well, everything. If you can’t understand, or you don’t remember how on earth are you going to be able to advocate for your own care, or be able to comply with the prescribed treatment plan?

When I saw this video, I was drawn back. Ok, I giggled alot {ALOT alot}. But then, I started researching about mis-informed non-compliance. And I found out alot of other crazy, doubled over, rolling on the floor hilarious incidents. Oh, man did I. OK, so the point of my crazy ramble. Medical staff, please do your best to inform your patients, explain procedures, be sure they understand,+ make sure questions are answered.

*le sigh* {cackle}