Sanity is madness put to good use. – George Santayana
The clock is ticking people. You have four more days to enter the You’ve Come a Long Way Baby Contest from ScrubsGallery.com. First prize is a $100 gift card from ScrubsGallery.com. I thought everyone liked free stuff. I know I do, so start writing. Tell what you think uniforms will look like in the future. Use your imagination. Your entry doesn’t have to read like a master’s thesis, it just has to be fun.
I felt like an antique this weekend thanks to some medical students on my unit. Why do students seem to get younger every year, and please don’t place the blame on my chronological age. I refuse to believe that I’m getting older. I forget how we got onto the subject, but somehow I told a group of medical interns that I graduated from a three-year diploma nursing program. One of the interns innocently asked me, “What’s that?” I felt so old when he asked me that question that I expected a museum curator to come out of the woodwork and cordon me off with a velvet rope. I answered his question. They were fascinated that they were actually talking to an “old time nurse.” They had more questions:
Question: “How did you keep you nurses cap on?”
Answer: Bobby pins.
Question: “What was it like working in a hospital without the use of computers?”
Answer: You don’t miss what you never had.
Question: “What did you do back then that you don’t do anymore?”
Answer: Kiss doctors’ butts.
They said I’m an awesome nurse. Is awesome code for Over the Hill? They’re good kids.
Felipe
October 10th, 2009 at 5:05 pm
Hi Nurse Rached,
I enjoy your posts and wanted to suggest an issue that could use some ink (or virtual ink).
A nurse friend of mine sent me a link to a story written by a male nurse called “May I Have Another Peesh, Please?”
http://nycrn.blogspot.com/2009/10/may-i-have-another-peesh-please.html
The post was not only very funny but it highlighted the continuing discrimination and abuse faced by male nurses, not only from their patients, but from their co-workers. I thought this would make for an interesting story for you to tackle. Not enough has been reported on this issue and it seems the right time to shine a spotlight on it, especially with the healthcare debate dominating the airwaves.
Thanks,
Felipe
Sean
October 11th, 2009 at 10:55 am
And they all secretly strive to be all that you are. *smile*
Jamie Davis, the Podmedic
October 16th, 2009 at 1:09 am
I, for one, am glad I don’t have to do any doctor butt kissing. Seriously, though . . . All of the newer nurses (myself included) need to give a tip of the cap to our predecessors who built the nursing profession to where it is today.
Mother Jones – I salute you!
rach
October 16th, 2009 at 9:42 pm
Just wanted to tell you – I love the new layout!
Cathy Lane RPh
October 16th, 2009 at 9:56 pm
The 3-year program makes me feel old because it reminds me of my mother.
I remember while working as a geriatric nursing assistant, one of the nursing students who was going for the 2-year round nursing training program at Laramie County Community College in Cheyenne, Wyoming. She was newly married and her husband was stationed on the Army Base, and she was going to stay in an apartment at the YWCA for several semesters while attending class. Thinking about that from 30+ years ago makes me feel really old, because my mother a good 35 years older than I had stayed in a YWCA while doing her student teaching in New Hampshire. The idea of women staying at the Y while attending college classes evoke memories of pressed white blouses tucked into fitted A-line skirts.
As I recall, my friend was tall, slender and wore white polyester pantsuits with horizontal ribbing, simple cap with red stripe around the top hem, snub nosed white oxfords, the kind that have to be polished at least once weekly if not oftener. This must have been a time when wearing caps was starting to be optional, because I was astounded that another student at LCCC was not wearing a cap, and her pantsuit had a low-cut jonny collar, and it was rather scandalizing (especially in light of the fact that she told us her father was a Baptist minister). Some other nurses didn’t wear their caps either, but dresses and skirts reached the kneeline and blouses chaste in appearance, with necessary white underwear.
It was a time when it was felt that older people might be happier to see bright colors so our nursing assistant uniform was bright red, a scarlet–I felt like the Red Balloon.
tammy swofford
October 18th, 2009 at 5:33 pm
Hi Mother Jones!
I am in Bethesda and catching up. I believe you are at a conference this weekend?
Sorry I missed the deadline for the contest.
Love ya,
Tammy
Leo Vine-Knight
October 21st, 2009 at 4:46 pm
Hi,
What a wild site you have here – many congratulations. Some of your readers might be interested in my psychiatric nursing blog – http://leovineknight.wordpress.com/
Cheers,
Leo Vine-Knight