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The beginning of compass bracelet #8286.
I live in a small town where everyone treats you like their friend. I needed the mosquito repellent stickers for our backyard party we were hosting the night my compass bracelet #8286 journey began. I was told where to find them in town, at little boutique (one of two our town has) and walked into the wrong one first. I asked about the stickers and the kind lady who is also the owner told me she does not carry them and gave me the name and directions to the boutique I was searching for. I took some time and browsed around her boutique. I have lived in our town for 4 yrs and never took the time to appreciate all of what it has to offer. I stumbled upon the compass bracelets.
When she explained the meaning of the compass bracelets I purchased 3. One for myself, my sister and my nephew as I know they will appreciate the bracelet and what it stands for. I put mine on right away before even leaving the store. In fact, the owner helped to adjust it comfortably on my wrist. I looked at it and loved it so much. I wondered when and for what reason I’d ever want to part with it.
I had surgery 2.5 weeks prior to purchasing my bracelet. Above, I mentioned we were having a backyard party. Our friends who came knew about my condition and would not allow me to help in any way. I relaxed, enjoyed the food and our company and was heading to bed early while the party still went on.
Without any physical signs, I started to hemorrhage and was brought to the hospital. Now, I should say I am a RN and have had my fair share of helping patients in critical situations. Having been a RN for 14 years and participating in many crisis situations, I was not panicked nor terrified. I was brought to the emergency department by my step-father (as I refused an ambulance) and just said to him we need to go to the hospital and fast in a calm, cool and collective manner.
The moment I stepped into the emergency department and started explaining the reason I was there to the triage nurse my panic set in. I was not concerned about my condition. Once arriving to emerge, I started explaining why I was there, the nurse gathering my info and supposedly assessing my condition completely overlooked the severity of what was happening to me.
My panic was directly caused by the lack of knowledge, care and compassion I was receiving. I began to panic when I realized if this is happening to me, I am certainly not the only one. What happens if my family or friends and even the general public do not know better or do not have someone with them that has some medical knowledge to advocate for them?
My hospital journey and lack of care I was given could have hindered my prognosis. I knew exactly what was being done and not done, therefore, I was able to give my care providers the accurate information necessary to care for me appropriately.
During my 6 day stay in the hospital, many care providers dismissed signs and symptoms of my condition, as well as, direct orders which caused much confusion as to why it had even occurred.
As stated above, I put the bracelet on the morning of the night I was rushed to the hospital. While in the hospital I had a lot of time to reflect on my experience of being the patient and not the nurse. I started to lose faith in our health care system. During my stay, I was eventually assigned a nurse (who’s name I will keep anonymous) that allowed me to finally be a patient. Up until then, I was forced to be my own nurse. Being in that position made it very difficult for my mind and body to begin recovering from the trauma I had gone through. It’s no secret that nurses are over worked and under paid. She was running her butt off. She did not get a chance to have a proper break. She received no help from other staff members who were very much capable of assisting her.
This is the day my mental health started to decline. With everything she had going on, she took the time to sit with me and listen to me. Not the kind of listening where you appear to be present, however, you are thinking of other things. She really listened. It was genuine and selfless. She showed me compassion and empathy ❤️
I am forever grateful I got to experience the nursing care she provides to her patients. Because of her, not all my faith is lost.
🥰
The beginning of compass bracelet #8286.
I live in a small town where everyone treats you like their friend. I needed the mosquito repellent stickers for our backyard party we were hosting the night my compass bracelet #8286 journey began. I was told where to find them in town, at little boutique (one of two our town has) and walked into the wrong one first. I asked about the stickers and the kind lady who is also the owner told me she does not carry them and gave me the name and directions to the boutique I was searching for. I took some time and browsed around her boutique. I have lived in our town for 4 yrs and never took the time to appreciate all of what it has to offer. I stumbled upon the compass bracelets.
When she explained the meaning of the compass bracelets I purchased 3. One for myself, my sister and my nephew as I know they will appreciate the bracelet and what it stands for. I put mine on right away before even leaving the store. In fact, the owner helped to adjust it comfortably on my wrist. I looked at it and loved it so much. I wondered when and for what reason I'd ever want to part with it.
I had surgery 2.5 weeks prior to purchasing my bracelet. Above, I mentioned we were having a backyard party. Our friends who came knew about my condition and would not allow me to help in any way. I relaxed, enjoyed the food and our company and was heading to bed early while the party still went on.
Without any physical signs, I started to hemorrhage and was brought to the hospital. Now, I should say I am a RN and have had my fair share of helping patients in critical situations. Having been a RN for 14 years and participating in many crisis situations, I was not panicked nor terrified. I was brought to the emergency department by my step-father (as I refused an ambulance) and just said to him we need to go to the hospital and fast in a calm, cool and collective manner.
The moment I stepped into the emergency department and started explaining the reason I was there to the triage nurse my panic set in. I was not concerned about my condition. Once arriving to emerge, I started explaining why I was there, the nurse gathering my info and supposedly assessing my condition completely overlooked the severity of what was happening to me.
My panic was directly caused by the lack of knowledge, care and compassion I was receiving. I began to panic when I realized if this is happening to me, I am certainly not the only one. What happens if my family or friends and even the general public do not know better or do not have someone with them that has some medical knowledge to advocate for them?
My hospital journey and lack of care I was given could have hindered my prognosis. I knew exactly what was being done and not done, therefore, I was able to give my care providers the accurate information necessary to care for me appropriately.
During my 6 day stay in the hospital, many care providers dismissed signs and symptoms of my condition, as well as, direct orders which caused much confusion as to why it had even occurred.
As stated above, I put the bracelet on the morning of the night I was rushed to the hospital. While in the hospital I had a lot of time to reflect on my experience of being the patient and not the nurse. I started to lose faith in our health care system. During my stay, I was eventually assigned a nurse (who's name I will keep anonymous) that allowed me to finally be a patient. Up until then, I was forced to be my own nurse. Being in that position made it very difficult for my mind and body to begin recovering from the trauma I had gone through. It's no secret that nurses are over worked and under paid. She was running her butt off. She did not get a chance to have a proper break. She received no help from other staff members who were very much capable of assisting her.
This is the day my mental health started to decline. With everything she had going on, she took the time to sit with me and listen to me. Not the kind of listening where you appear to be present, however, you are thinking of other things. She really listened. It was genuine and selfless. She showed me compassion and empathy ❤️
I am forever grateful I got to experience the nursing care she provides to her patients. Because of her, not all my faith is lost.
🥰