#neuroicu

[archmagemeow]

Hello, My Name is Paris!

Welcome to my little sanctuary of knowledge and warmth! As a nursing student with aspirations of diving deep into the realm of neurocritical care, I navigate the intricate tapestry of human health while embracing the beauty of compassion.

Beyond the classroom, I dedicate my heart to rescuing medically complex senior cats, offering them a serene haven in their twilight years. I revel in the charm of grandma hobbies-crocheting delicate creations, indulging in dark romance literature, and savoring the quiet moments that inspire creativity (and much more!).

Join me on this journey as I intertwine my love for nursing, the gentle spirits of my feline friends, and the enchanting world of light academia. Here, you’ll find musings on my adventures in caregiving, delightful cat stories, and the simple joys that come from embracing our inner grandmothers, grandfathers, and grandparents!

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[lumpkiing]

Happy Nurses Week! 💉 It's been almost 1 year working as a nurse and I feel like I have learned so much about the profession, skills, habits , and especially myself. I know I have a long way to go and a lot more to learn . Tips to a new nurse: 1)surround yourself with a team where the word coworkers are synonymous with friends. 2)when they say you'll feel like you know nothing , forreals you don't know anything, but that's okay give yourself time to learn, you got this. 3) you'll have really bad days , days that'll eat at your mind,body, and spirit. Those days will make you stronger. You have to remind yourself why you're in this profession. 4)Treat Cho Self, forreals take care of you first, mentally and physically , it'll show in the care you give your patients. #nurse #nursing #icunurse #nursesweek #nurselife #gaynurse #neuroicu #wcu (at Harbor–UCLA Medical Center)

[tamedbyafox]

Its been a year since I had COVID.

Its been a year since I admitted that tickle in my throat was more than a tickle. That I’d definitely coughed 10 times today, which isn’t normal.That I wasn’t going to bed at 8 because I was bored, and that 1:30 PM nap wasn’t because I could, it was because I was too tired to keep sitting upright at my desk.

That when I took a deep breath....it wasn’t right. That it shouldn’t hurt like that. That my “in for four” was more of an in for three, maybe, and its not the same three its been since I was 12 and I first stared doing that silly routine a few times a day.

Its been a year since I caught covid and spent two weeks coughing, taking long hot showers, sleeping 16 hours a day when I wasn’t choking. Vomiting and praying and barely able to life a gallon of milk.

Me, the chef connoisseur, last week baking soda bread and making butter and prepping elaborate meals. The only thing I had the energy for was pasta with butter. The only thing I could keep down was a little chicken and some pasta.

Vomiting in literally every room in my apartment. Its not terribly common to get vomiting. Its atypical. But in a rough case, definitely happens. Vomiting from my bed, through the living room, through the bathroom, finally making it to the toilet. Winded and empty, tired and gross. Realizing I need to clean this. All of this. And it was bedtime - it was 8:30 PM and I knew I would be out cold soon, no matter what.

I drank over a gallon of water a day because there wasn’t anything more they thought might help me, just rest and liquids. Until...unless.... well, every few hours walk a few times across your apartment and if you can’t do it 4 times call me, if you can’t do it twice call 911. See if you can’t get a pulse oximeter. Pray someone will deliver it, since you shouldn’t go anywhere.

My temperature soaring and the Tylenol keeping it just under tight management. My fingers and toes freezing and shivering while I could feel my forehead burn. A humidifier I could barely lift. Hot showers and steam twice a day to keep the lungs moist and moving.

The fear. The raw fear. My mother’s voice on the other end of the phone, fresh out of the hospital herself - just getting out before the first waves landed, slipping out of her NeuroICU bed right before it was wheeled to a COVID ward. She cannot help me. She cannot come to me. She cannot help me. She cannot come to me. I must do this alone. I can cry for my mother all I want. I cannot cry for my mother when she calls. All she can do is call me and tell me to make some tea, go to bed, call her when I need her. My father dropping off food at the base of my apartment stairs and choking up; saying how relieved he is that I could make it up and down the three flights of stairs twice. My father trying to make jokes over the phone as he checks to see if I need anything, knowing I need a space that isn’t about...this. To give me just a few minutes of close-to-normal.

The voice of my grandmothers, both trying to tell me I sound so good, I sound like I’m getting stronger, I sound like I’m doing well. You sound so good my girl, you sound so good. I am so grateful, you sound so good as I mute my phone for coughing fits. My aunt talking to me about Easter, distracting me, keeping me focused on how next year, next year we’ll have Easter again. I send her pictures of my Easter breakfast. She catches that all the dishes are from her or her mother. We talk tradition. She was waiting as I coughed. Muting the phone when I realize its a fit. Don’t worry them too much, they don’t need to know. (Little would I learn, they were scared, I sounded terrible and my aunt said she wished I would rest, not try to talk. How could I tell her I needed someone there? In case I stopped breathing? someone had to hear my voice go.)

My friends. So kind. So willing. To sit on the phone with me, tell me anything please god don’t make me talk just please don’t let me be alone, the scariest part is that I am here and I am alone and dear god I don’t want to die alone. Across states and time zones and schedules they keep me safe and sane and saw me to bed.

Staring at the ceiling as my heart races. I don’t know why my heart is racing. Covid causes strokes in young people and my mom just had an aneurysm and what if its genetic and what if this pain in my arm is the heart attack they say covid can cause and why can’t I sleep and why is my heart rate above 140 all I am doing is laying here. Is this a panic attack or a heart attack; most days I know this is a panic attack but today I don’t know anything.

Zoom with my doctor.  Another Zoom with my doctor. Every few days, Zoom with my doctor. She has taken care of me since I was 12. I begged to be allowed to see her, asked her to take me even though I was young. She has known my mother for longer. She knew me when I was just a clump of cells inside my mother. She is not a kind woman. She has never been a kind woman. I love that about her, she is business and brusque and funny and takes care and kicks you out. And she lingers with me. She lets me talk, she is gentle. She doesn’t tell me that Day 10 is the critical day until our second to last appointment. She doesn’t explain a cytokine storm until we’re on the cusp. I enter that appointment feeling...better. My head is clear. I was able to stay up to 9:30 before I needed to sleep. I was excited and I had a real in-breath that day.

When she told me that the next few days. Things might just...change. There’s no predicting it, no telling, not until.... not until you need to call.  I leave knowing that this better feeling could be an Indian summer and  I fear it like I fear the first storms of November.

Two long weeks. Of absolute misery. Of being so fucking tired. So fucking scared. Another week. Trying to just get back to myself and get to a point I felt like I came home without being covered in virus. To throw myself into my father’s arms and finally feel safe again. A few more days. Until I can’t take it and I have doctor’s approval and I want to go HOME.

Do you know, that from April until August, I counted myself lucky? When I got sick, we had just learned that initial data categorized non-hospitalized pneumonia as a “mild” case. I thought I had a “mild” case. Of course, I was still breathing, it was mild. I was so grateful. so grateful. It was not that bad, just a mild case, just...just COVID. We didn’t know how many people actually died. 2 percent? 10 percent? We thought it lived on surfaces for weeks and that you couldn’t get it if you wiped your groceries.

I was so happy that I had a “mild” case. Until I learned that some people barely get symptoms. Until my friend told me that of the folks he knew, I had it worst. Until I realized in January that the heavy humidifier I could barely life half full, to lug just 10 feet onto a stand, wasn’t heavy. I carried it full, one handed, three times that distance without a blink. When my doctor, that callous woman, grabbed my hand and held it when I came in. When she told me she had been so worried. That she told me “to call you sick as a damn dog is an understatement”. When I realized I really had COVID.

I am so damn lucky. A year later. To be sitting here. In, two, three, four. Hold, two, three, four. Out, two three four.

This past March was the first time I’ve been able to sing and do chores. I couldn’t sing while I worked. I couldn’t work if I was singing. There wasn’t enough air for it. This month I caught myself cleaning...and singing.

It’s been a year since I had COVID.

[mrsbrodehl]

Trying to get up for work today 😴😴😴. // #needmorethancoffee #neuroICU #hospitallife #OHSU #unitcoordinator

[pdfforlife]

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF The NeuroICU Book 2nd edition (PDF) ebook is the acclaimed protocol-based guide to neurocritical care – essential for daily practice and the boards. An immediate classic, this groundbreaking textbook is based on the premise that neurointensivists must be trained to handle not only the brain but the entire body. The NeuroICU Book, 2nd Edition does not…

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The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF The NeuroICU Book 2nd edition (PDF) ebook is the acclaimed protocol-based guide to neurocritical care – essential for daily practice and the boards. An immediate classic, this groundbreaking textbook is based on the premise that neurointensivists must be trained to handle not only the brain but the entire body. The NeuroICU Book, 2nd Edition does not…

[etextpdf]

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF The NeuroICU Book 2nd edition (PDF) ebook is the acclaimed protocol-based guide to neurocritical care – essential for daily practice and the boards. An immediate classic, this groundbreaking textbook is based on the premise that neurointensivists must be trained to handle not only the brain but the entire body. The NeuroICU Book, 2nd Edition does not…

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The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF The NeuroICU Book 2nd edition (PDF) ebook is the acclaimed protocol-based guide to neurocritical care – essential for daily practice and the boards. An immediate classic, this groundbreaking textbook is based on the premise that neurointensivists must be trained to handle not only the brain but the entire body. The NeuroICU Book, 2nd Edition does not…

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The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF The NeuroICU Book 2nd edition (PDF) ebook is the acclaimed protocol-based guide to neurocritical care – essential for daily practice and the boards. An immediate classic, this groundbreaking textbook is based on the premise that neurointensivists must be trained to handle not only the brain but the entire body. The NeuroICU Book, 2nd Edition does not…

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The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF The NeuroICU Book 2nd edition (PDF) ebook is the acclaimed protocol-based guide to neurocritical care – essential for daily practice and the boards. An immediate classic, this groundbreaking textbook is based on the premise that neurointensivists must be trained to handle not only the brain but the entire body. The NeuroICU Book, 2nd Edition does not…

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The NeuroICU Book, Second Edition (ORIGINAL PDF from Publisher) #HOTbooks #EmergencyMedicine #McGrawHill #Neurology

[mrsbrodehl]

Thank goodness it's my Friday. // #TGIF #drinkallthecoffee #feulup #caffeinefiend #needmorethancoffee #neuroICU #workworkwork #hospitallife #worklife #happyfridaytome

[alolanzubat-moving]

Update

Things are surprisingly better than we expected. Her grandfather, while sedated, is still alive. While the right half of his brain is damaged (I think they said it's technically dead, but I may have misunderstood), he was up and talking this morning before they had to sedate him and insert a breathing tube due to fluid buildup preventing him from breathing. He was awake, alert, and recognized everyone. Hell, he remembered where he was despite not being awake when they transported him!

The doctors are telling us that he may pull out of this and be able to return home, but my wife and I know that's unlikely. That, however, doesn't mean that we're abandoning hope. This entire scenario has been a giant crit fail with nat 20s sprinkled in here and there. This includes the fact that his fall is 100% the reason he hasn't already passed. Had he not gotten up to vomit, he wouldn't have fallen (therefore I wouldn't have heard him when I got up from a nighmtmare to pee) and the stroke would've hit while he slept, meaning we'd have found him unresponsive the next morning. But, thanks to it, we may have potentially saved his life by responding as quickly as we did.

We still need all the help we can get, as we are spending near $40 a day in gas to go back and forth to see him. If anyone, anyone at all, can manage to help us, it would mean the world to my wife and me. We don't know what day may possibly be our last to see him, nor do we know if he's coming home. Due to the NeuroICU policy, we're unable to stay the night - and I'm sure a hotel in NOLA will be far more expensive than the gas, as we'd be housing four, possibly five people (myself, my wife, her brother, her mother, her mother in law). I can try compensate, but due to spending our days at the hospital I probably won't be able to draw at all (writing is another story, as I have access to my phone, just not an art program). Thank you to those who've already helped us (idk if you'd be okay with me @ing you, but you know who you are, doll 💙) and those who will help in the future.

We need help now more than ever

So I’m sure by now you guys are tired of me posting that my wife and I need help, but the seriousness factor just increased a lot. My wife’s grandfather has just been diagnosed with cancer, and his doctor doesn’t think he’s well enough to handle treatment. Basically, we need major help for the upcoming medical bills, and even help for a possible place to stay once everything finally goes down.

I’m not really sure what else there is for me to say other than any help, including reblogs, is be greatly appreciated. I can edit this post later with my Kofi link and all once I manage to edit it. Please know any and all donations will be going towards the necessities mentioned in this post. Thank you.

[etextpdf]

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF

The NeuroICU Book (2nd Edition) – eBook PDF The NeuroICU Book 2nd edition (PDF) ebook is the acclaimed protocol-based guide to neurocritical care – essential for daily practice and the boards. An immediate classic, this groundbreaking textbook is based on the premise that neurointensivists must be trained to handle not only the brain but the entire body. The NeuroICU Book, 2nd Edition does not…

[are-you-a-shelter]

This shower beer is for every single one of my coworkers in the Neuro-trauma ICU at OSF. I am having a drink in honor of the 3 day shift nurses who stayed an extra four hours to help me with possibly the sickest patient I have ever taken care of. Another drink of this beer to honor the nurses who took care of my other patient while I was so tied up. Another one for my charge nurse who busted her ass helping me stay afloat and keep my cool. And lastly another sip for my manager who came in, despite working all day, and worked a full night shift lending a hand to all of us. I would have never survived the night if it wasn’t for the help I received from my team and I am so thankful for everyone. Last night was what being a nurse is all about! #icunurse #traumaicu #neuroicu #nurses