I'm Kelsy. I'm a nurse. I work the night shift on a crazy surgical unit and you would not believe the stuff that happens when sick people sleep. To hear more about that and other stories read on....

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Hands

Last night I had a patient. She was in her 80’s. Fell and broke her hip. I can’t give too many details, but she is blind and deaf, and to top it all off she has another preexisting conditions that made things difficult.


From the moment I walked in her room she was on the defensive. Hey, I would be too. Imagine being blind and deaf. Every time someone touches you it startling. You constantly have no idea what is going on, who is near you, or where you are. She was agitated. She was angry. She had fire in her eyes, yet they were icy blue. I made sure to touch soft, touch warm, touch reassuring. My hands on her hands were the only sense she had of me. It literally broke my heart to have her swat at me when I tried to fix her blankets, or keep her from pulling at her IV.


It felt like I was fighting with her all night. Getting her to take her pills was a nightmare. In the end, she did finally take them, but instead of swallowing, she sucked on them. Not exactly tasty.

The only thing that seemed to calm her down was when I held her hand. But soon she would realize I was the one fidgeting with something in my other hand, and the swoop of the arm would come.


This moment made it all worth it though: I went in around 2am. I needed to fix her oxygen and as soon as I touched her, she roused. When I was done I took her hands in mine. Holding both her hands she knew I had no other way to annoy her. She squeezed my hands. I rubbed my thumbs over her spidery veins. When I went to pull away she squeezed more. So I sat. On the edge of her bed, we held hands. I stayed there for a while until I felt the freedom of sleep loosen her hands. I stayed still. It’s been a long time since I’ve held hands with someone who needed that comfort. In a way though, she was the one comforting me. It was like she was saying to me, “I’m sorry I’ve been fighting you all night, I know you’re trying to help me, but I’m lost inside this body.”


The night went on and all sorts of atrocious things happened, but that moment kept me going. I think it will keep me going for a while.


Hold hands with someone today.

Don’t let those moments slip away.

6 comments:

Julie said...

I love the way you write. If I'm ever in the hospital, I want you to be my nurse. And, by the way, I REALLY MISS YOU!!

~Sue said...

Oh my. I have tears in my eyes. In your experience of "hands" I see many of us as we relate to God--'deaf,' 'blind' and 'sick'--fighting His tender care out of fear...
I get to hold your wonderful hands in a couple of days!

Kelsey said...

I'm just like my mom...reading this made me tear up. You have a gift, both in your ability to write and in the way you share your love with others.

Rhoda said...

A very sweet story, Kels. Touches the heart.

Andi Mae said...

Oh, Kels! This is beautiful! Really really beautiful!

P.S. Really really miss you too!

P.P.S. Mister lost his tooth in January- he ran into a table and it pushed back his tooth. When I took him in to the dentist, the x-ray showed that it was started to abcess, so it had to get pulled :(

Amanda Lynn said...

We don't know each other But what we do have in common is the Asbjornsen family and nursing! I spent the best of my high school days with Kelsey. I just wanted to let you know that I stumbled across your blog (not to sound stalker like, hah)! And LOVE reading your posts! I will be finishing my last quarter of LPN school, graduating in December, working and then applying for the RN program. Thank you for sharing your stories!
~Amanda