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Showing posts with label Nurse Week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nurse Week. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

Blogging Forward...🔁. Nurse Nacole | Nursing School Resources: #1 Tip For All New Nurses | Task Versus Process Nu...

****Nurse Nacole is a regular contributor to the world 🌎 of Nursing.
Posting this article of hers on task vs. process nursing...👍🏼 Meg


Nurse Nacole | Nursing School Resources: #1 Tip For All New Nurses | Task Versus Process Nu...: I've been training a graduate nurse for the past few months. If there is one tip I could give any new nurse, it would be to find a ...

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Nurses, Moms, and a YT link to the Incredible Nurse, Blues Legend Alberta Hunter

 


This is the last day of Nurse's Week.
Today is Florence Nightingale's birthday.
This is also Mother's Day, my first without Mom, who wanted to be a nurse but children were there and opportunity was not.
My BFF Donna thought she would be the nurse and then I became one.
Katie was a nurse too.
If it were not for Paula, a friend from the "old neighborhood,"
I would not know about another warm and wonderful nurse, Alberta Hunter.
Famous Blues singer,songwriter to nurse back to the stage,
where she clearly shines, shines.
I cannot tell the story like Paula did, with that thick New York City accent and the gestures.
Will work on that one later.
To the point, Alberta was a blues singer who got a nursing degree.
 She worked past the age of mandatory retirement because the hospital did not know how old she really was. She was 80. She went back to singing and as you can see, she never missed a beat.
I can see her holding a dying mother's hand and stroking their shoulder.
She reminds me of my friend BJ in her physical strength. Do not underestimate how hard this woman has worked. She is originally from Memphis. Like so many others greats and legends...
This is dedicated to Alberta Hunter.
Will finish this story later.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Nurse's Week

Happy Nurse's Week!
Here is a poem for my co-workers, friends, and all who care for those in need.


Thought I would be an engineer,

Working with things, materials, the way things fit,
The way they work, and earn a living that men make.
Then I went to the school and the math was all wrong,
What did the numbers mean?
Where was the human-ness? To all these numbers?
And my classes got mixed up, was it a mistake or providence?
My English teacher was supposed to teach us technical writing,
Words without feelings.
But he hated that idea,

One at a time,
He thought he would teach us tech-ies

Literature,

The kind with people and feelings,

The kind where I studied the Lady of the Lake and King Arthur,

Deep in the stacks of U of I,

Where I got lost and wandered away from the engineering I had so set my sights on,
And came via a long circuitous fashion

To the mysterious science, the miraculous profession

Where you get to hold another human’s hand

And say,

I hope you feel better.