Saturday, December 28, 2019

The Holiday Heart: Improving the Patient Experience During the Holidays





Our hospital president posted a poignant holiday message for the staff this week. He talked about the melancholy in Joni Mitchell’s song “River”. He wrote that “the song paints the picture of the season, but it juxtaposes against that backdrop a sense of melancholy that is not usually associated with the end of year festivities… One of the extraordinary blessings of delivering care is that, for a period of time, we are our patients' families. We are their loved ones. We are their company when no one comes to visit. We are their comfort when the outcome of their stay with us is uncertain.”

That post resonated with me. My first job here in the United States was in a long-term facility. The patients were long abandoned by their families; left under a stranger’s care. The nursing staff held their hands and listened to the nostalgic remembrances of their loved ones. I sometimes stayed past my shift just to listen. We became their family. The nurses dried their tears just as we dried our own tears of being away from home. We were their daughters and granddaughters.

The three years I spent in that hospital shaped me to be a better nurse. I emerged to be more compassionate and empathetic to the patients. The pangs of homesickness were better dealt with when amongst the patients who needed our care. I gave my patients an extra dose of care and attention during the holidays. The staff tried to cheer up the patients and to provide distraction when their families forgot to care. I remember holding the hand of one trache-dependent ALS patient as he waited for the visit that never came. He could not verbalize his disappointment but I saw his eyes react sadly whenever the other patients in the 4-bedded room received their own visitors.

In the merriment of the season, hospitals see a lot of patients overcome with depression. Those who are medically sick sometimes spend the holidays with the staff who had to leave their families to take care of their patients. In the emergency department, we continue to get patients who choose to binge drink to fight their loneliness and ended up with Holiday Heart syndrome.

One New Year’s eve several years ago, I stayed with one lonely 70 y/o patient as we watched on tv for the Times Square crystal ball to drop. She was waiting for her family to pick her up. She was teary-eyed, confused at the babble of voices in our crowded ED, unable to understand the language. But she smiled when I brought her food and counted down with her during the ball drop. As I hugged her, I was reminded of my mom, miles away in the Philippines. The patient eased my homesickness as I comforted her. Mrs. Chen bowed to me and said "Xie-xie" (Thank you in Mandarin).

During the holiday season when families spend time together, someone out there is looking for some love and attention. Like the woman from Oklahoma who posted on Craigslist, “Anybody needs a grandma for Christmas? I’ll even bring food and gifts for the kids! I have nobody and it really hurts.” This post went viral and illustrated the stark reality that many of our elderly population are isolated from their families. Actually, not just the elderly; there are many lonely people in the world.

Thank you to all of those who work during the holidays. At a time when all others celebrate the holidays in the comfort of their homes with their loved ones, it is a blessing to bring some kind of comfort and peace to those who need them the most. During the holidays, the ED is not always crowded so there is always a chance to spread some cheer around. A little touch, a little smile, and some time to just listen go a long way to ease a lonely heart.


"River" by Joni Mitchell




"River" by Sarah McLachlan



Holiday Heart Syndrome
In 1978, Philip Ettinger described "Holiday heart syndrome" (HHS) for the first time, as the occurrence, in healthy people without heart disease known to cause arrhythmia, of an acute cardiac rhythm disturbance, most frequently atrial fibrillation, after binge drinking. The name is derived from the fact that episodes were initially observed more frequently after weekends or public holidays.
https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC3998158/

Saturday, November 2, 2019

When One of Our Own Is the Patient: Anna's Story




“Trauma notification coming in”…

It was not just any other trauma patient, not just a stranger. The woman on the EMS gurney groaned in pain. Her face was bloodied and disfigured, her hair matted with drying blood, the face almost beyond recognition, until I saw the nurse’s uniform. Just like my own.

“Anna”, I whispered her name but it sounded loud in a room suddenly rendered quiet by the shared recognition. Anna was one of the senior nurses in the ED, and she was well-loved by all of us. Even the surgeons respected her. She was the ED’s toughest nurse, and we were all proud of her.

There was just one muffled curse then the trauma chief’s voice spurred everyone into action. We listened as we moved Anna to the stretcher. The EMS paramedic’s voice quavered with the report. “We got the call about the assault from about two streets away from the hospital. She was assaulted by her ex-husband. She’s breathing and moving all extremities. She’s awake, alert, and oriented but she cannot talk much because of her swollen face.”

The other paramedic chimed in, “And her ex was arrested by the cops. A few construction men came to her aid, but I think they beat him up too.”. I hoped that he was beaten up bad too. I was also relieved that the police did not bring that evil man to our ED.

As I cut her scrubs, I felt my eyes sting with the tears, which I had to blink away. My heart was in my throat. My hands were shaking. I locked my knees and leaned into the stretcher to prevent myself from falling. Damn it, I had to be strong because I better be the best trauma nurse there is for Anna.

I saw the fear in the staff's eyes. It was surreal to be taking care of one of our own. Anna was the trauma nurse for the day; she just went out for her lunch break and now she was lying down on the same stretcher that she just prepared.

Just like the professionals that we were, the team went to work. The other nurses looked as determined as I was as we all took our positions and did exactly what she taught us to do. Our trauma team worked in sync. The patient was one of our very own.

The ED doctors and the surgeons methodically did their assessments, Airway good, breathing on her own, no pneumothorax, vitals good. FAST was negative. As soon as the IVs were inserted, the tetanus and the antibiotics were given, we had Anna readied for the CT scans. I scooted around to her side and held her hand. Anna squeezed my hand tightly, and I said “We got you.”.

As we passed through the trauma door, several hands reached out to move the stretcher, a few “I love you" from the staff followed Anna into the CT scan. I think everybody held their breaths as we waited for the test results.

The rest of the staff had to return to their own assignments, each one held their emotions in check as they braced against the onslaught of patients demanding their pain medications and complaining about what took the staff too long to attend to their needs. One of our own was hurt, I wanted to yell at the intoxicated patient who called out for more turkey sandwiches.

The results came back. All were negative except for one broken finger when Anna punched back in defense. That’s our Anna. It seemed that the department heaved a collective sigh of relief. We admitted then to our ourselves that we feared the worst, and so we were all thankful and hugged each other.

Anna stayed out only for two weeks, but time was not enough to recover from the emotional trauma. Although she came back physically healthy, her heart was broken. After another month of showing up to work with a forced smile, she finally said her goodbyes. She relocated with her son to California, away from her husband who was in jail, to be with her mother and the rest of the family.

The last I heard, she was back to her old self, a no-nonsense nurse who intimidated the residents and the surgeons in her new hospital. Anna was back.






Sunday, October 6, 2019

Making a Difference as an ED Nurse #IMakeADifference


HAPPY EMERGENCY NURSES WEEK!!!!!

This could be you. This could be any nurse (ED or not) who makes a difference every single day. With humility, I acknowledge the privilege of touching somebody's life. That is why I am proud to be a nurse, more specifically an ED nurse.



As a STAFF NURSE in the Emergency Department, I made a difference when…
- I was the IV nurse to go to for the smallest and most difficult-to-access veins, long before those fancy vein-finder devices ever made it to production
- I volunteered to work another shift of overtime, even after a few hours of sleep from partying with friends
- I could last longer doing CPR than some of my co-workers who huffed and puffed after just three cycles
- I sang and danced to calm down a Down syndrome patient who was having a meltdown in the midst of a noisy ER
- I multi-tasked to cover another nurse who needed a little time to recover from a bad trauma case
- I helped out a tech who was busy elsewhere and did the EKG myself for a patient with an atypical presentation of chest pain (she had an MI)
- I intervened to prevent a fight between two intoxicated patients (I was almost hit by an errant left hook)
- I cross-checked the new nurse’s drug calculations and prevented a medication error.
- I triaged a quiet, stoic elderly man who sat patiently for his turn before a loud, obnoxious female who complained of having an asthma attack (while speaking in full sentences and clutching a bag of chips). He turned out to be in sepsis.
- I held my dying patient's hand so he didn't die alone.

And many more to mention…. I miss those good ole days.


As a NURSE EDUCATOR in the Emergency Department, I made a difference when
- I taught the nurses how to triage, to use across-the-room-assessments, and to trust their instinct, and to not be intimidated when the doctors questioned their judgments.
- I watched like a hawk and did not let the nurses pass competency until they can demonstrate setting up chest tubes and rapid infusers to my satisfaction
- I failed a nurse’s orientation because she did not meet her milestones, but most especially, she had the nastiest attitude toward her patients.
- I patiently counseled an earnest novice nurse who had the potential to become better but just needed a little guidance to boost her self-esteem
- I “saw” the “light bulb” in my students’ eyes when I taught them how to read the EKG
- I gave feedback with respect
- I challenged the nurses' minds so they would not accept things just because they're used to doing them
- I encouraged the nurses' aides and techs to study for their nursing degree
- I engaged my students in my class to participate in robust discussions
- I prepared specialty certification materials for the nurses and pushed them to go for advanced degrees.

I felt validated when I meet former students/nurses who told me that they learned so much from me.


As a NURSE LEADER in the Emergency Department, I am making a difference when…
- I closed the vacancy gaps and improved the unit’s staffing (I must say that this is a work in progress due to increased patient admission boarders)
- I promote nurse engagement, to improve retention and satisfaction; when they feel proud of being part of the work-family
- I collaborate with the interdisciplinary staff to improve unit processes and patient workflow
- I manage my budget but will always choose patient safety over not approving overtime when the ED is in a surge
- I manage up or acknowledge the staff when they are doing great or when they do a Great Catch (catching a near-miss or potential error). I will always find a way to nominate them for a Nurse Excellence Award or for a DAISY.
- I encourage advancement in the nurses’ practice by using evidence-based care
- I practice Just Culture when staff makes unintentional errors and still hold shared accountability when needed
- I listen with an open mind and do not cast judgments until I hear all sides.
- I give honest but constructive feedback but make sure that my expectations are clear and will be followed up
- I am fair, tough but compassionate.
- I care. I only want the best for the unit, for the patients, and for the staff.
- I still intervene during difficult patient interactions.
- I do not condone workplace violence. I am an advocate for patient AND staff safety,
- I sometimes cry with the nurse, when she/he needs a shoulder to cry on.

I am still learning…. My difference may not be as exciting and full of action as when I was on the front line, but I'm hoping that I make a difference to make life easier for those in the trenches of providing care. 

Tuesday, April 9, 2019

Work Family Love




The ‘Hurst has become a second home to me. That’s where I started my career in Emergency Nursing, where I learned and grew alongside a group of kind-hearted and dedicated people and I am proud to call them my work family. Even after I left in 2011, I craved news about my beloved ‘Hurst. I am the nurse that I am today because I survived the ‘Hurst. It will always be a home to me, and will always be in my heart.

And so, I wait eagerly for Rich’s narratives of his crazy night shifts with trauma and cardiac arrests, and in his own words, “The joint was jumping, 45 pts on A, 46 on B .. 8 in CT.. 26 in FT ... standing orders for 5:2 was not enough ... even visiting resident said, " how can anyone yell at Dr. Kim 💔.“ And yet, there will always be a time to bond over Jollibee and mango pie, bahn mi and salami, and birthday cakes galore. Haven’t we bonded over picnics, holiday parties, graduations, baby showers, and any other excuse for a party? So much love and camaraderie among the work family.

I share with you all the grief, the profound sadness, and the sense of loss of two strong women, Caryn and Johanna who made a difference in those they touched with their kindness. They have inspired us with their strength. In a world of wonderful people, Caryn and Johanna are prime and shining examples of the phenomenal caregivers we have in our midst. I can only imagine how you are all reeling from the shock, and yet you all continue to swallow the lump in your throat and wipe the tears from your face as you care for the patients who come to the ‘Hurst.

Before Caryn and Johanna, we lost Ruthie, Beckley, Neil, Angel, Kathy, Jennifer, Phyllis, Arlene, Bob, Kettly, Ana, Julie, Rowe, and Angela. And the list goes on. Nurses, doctors, PAs, techs, clerks. All members of the work family. We have fond memories of them, as we shared short-staffed and heavy-volume shifts. They left their footprints in our hearts. There was also an ER resident who took his life, Derek who battled depression, Brad who died tragically, and a new nurse who was stalked and killed by her husband. I felt guilty then because we did not recognize they needed help.

I remember one nurse who was triaging a patient with tears streaming down her face the patient actually forgot that she was in pain and came around to comfort the nurse. I still feel remorse that I had to cancel a dinner date with Phyllis because of a work emergency, only to lose her after a week. I remember Neil hugging me when he saw me break down in tears after I ran around to comfort each nurse after Beckley died. And that’s what we do, even when our hearts are breaking, we try to hold our emotions together because we need to be strong in order to help others. We are resilient in the face of loss.

This work family has to carry on. As you struggle to resuscitate the pulseless patient, as you hold back a negative response when a patient curses at you, as you hold a family member’s hand to tell them the bad news, as you keep your heads above water, as you have each other's back in times of crisis, you are strengthened as a work family. You are a team.

Let us hold their memories in our hearts and celebrate the gift of knowing them.