Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Sunday, July 23, 2006
A cup of coffee
I've been spending most hours of each day this past week at various book stores and coffee shops around
Here's today's best (i.e.: worst) question of the day. For the record, there are certainly some difficult questions, but just enough of a sprinkling of funny ones to make me plug on.
A nurse is performing peritoneal hemodialysis on a client. A second nurse observes her sitting by the client, drinking coffee and eating a donut and discussing the events of the client’s week. The first nurse should
a. Appreciate what a wonderful therapeutic relationship the nurse and client have
b. Grab a cup of coffee and join in on the conversation
c. Ask the client if he would like a cup of coffee as well (how rude of the first nurse!)
d. Ask the second nurse to refrain from eating and drinking near the client.
I'll grab a cup of coffee, thanks for asking….
Monday, July 17, 2006
You go to bed, I'll guard the door.
With a title like "annals of nursing" it is my duty to share the less glamorous parts of the beginnings of the profession: NCLEX preparation and multiple choice exams.
I will dedicate the next week of my life to studying for - and hopefully to passing - the nursing licensing boards.
I have been, however, less than impressed with the practice questions and study guides, especially regarding cultural competencies. Here is an example question:
A European American (comment: what? a French-American? A Caucasian? An Italian-American?) has just been admitted to your floor and needs a dinner tray ordered. The physician has ordered a "regular diet." Which menu will you chose?
a. raw fish and rice (comment: when was the last time you saw raw fish on the menu in a hospital? perhaps 1918, when oysters were the item of choice)
b. maize and beans (comment: by maize, you mean corn?)
c. steak and potatoes
d. salad, diet cola, low-cal dressing
Yes my friends, the answer they were looking for was, sadly, "c." Leaving out all of us "European Americans" who prefer sushi, salad and even maize, to steak and potatoes.
This question is rivaled by one I encountered while in my “Psychiatric Nursing Practice” class at
You find your client cowering in the corner of his room in an in-patient psych ward. He states that “you’d better be careful. Alien invaders are marching through that door. They want to plant computer chips in our brains. I need to stay here to make sure this floor is safe.” The appropriate response is.
- You are hallucinating. There are no aliens
- You go back to bed and rest. I’ll guard the door for a while to protect us.
- No wonder you’re on a psych floor…
- Tell me more about what you’re seeing.
Way to go NCLEX.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Home, again
I am home. Done with my far-flung adventures full of sea lions, blue-footed boobies, runs through cactus filled hills with smiling kids, clinical work, rickshaws, fabric shopping and delicious new flavors.
It is raining in
I wasn't able to write while in
I flew to
The trip was almost smooth - save one lost passport on the plane while flying from Frankfurt to
The rest of my time in
This feeling still strikes me as strange: I am not Indian, I have spent more time in many other countries than
Perhaps this feeling can be attributed to my family's long-lasting love affair with India: our eating meals on Indian stainless steel plates, our making of chai each Sunday morning, the use of "pani" for water and "tik-hey" for OK. My parents and extended family have incorporated bits and pieces of Indian culture into our rituals and routines and this trip reminded me of the striking power of the every-day and of family tradition.
My aesthetic sense also feels alive and inspired in
Or perhaps it is the countries impeccable use of trains and bicycles (in the form of stately black heavy bicycles for one, two or three people, or converted to the ever colorful bicycle rickshaws), my two most favorite means of transportation.
Last, but not least, my company made me feel at home. I stayed with Katherine, an old and dear friend who is conducting research for her PhD in
Yes, I fell somewhat in love, and miss India already, but I can't complain.
I have an exciting year ahead - exploring the realities of nursing, taking some classes in Public Health, and learning the ropes of a domestic romantic partnership. I will continue to make chai in the morning, to add garam masala to my veggies, to prance around the house wearing colorful fabrics draped around my shoulders, and I will continue to keep the feelings inspired by