A Little Kindness and Comfort

So my doctor tells me at 52 I should have a colonoscopy. Wait, before you move on to the next blog, I am not going to go into the details of spending two days touching porcelain while living in my 12 sq ft bathroom. And no the gallon of salty solution hasn’t gotten better. Still tastes like I am drinking a gallon of water out of the Pacific.

My doctor was about 45 minutes late. So I got to sit there and observe people. About a dozen people crowded the waiting room waiting for a similar fate. All were incredibly nervous, not sure if it was the waiting, the anticipation of the procedure, or the possible results.

Finally, a nurse called my name and brought me back into a busy procedure area. Patients were in various stages of their procedure. Some were waking up from recovery, some had nurses explaining the procedure, some were about get an IV and be wheeled into a room for their procedure. The nurse gave me one of those silly gowns and asked me to put it on. She then asked me some standard medical questions. She was training another nurse so she was explaining why she asked me certain questions. “Now we only use this drug if there is an extreme emergency with the patient…” Wait a minute, the words Extreme and Emergency should not be uttered in front of a nervous patient. She then made some comment about having this over in a “Jiffy”. “Wow, just like Jiffy Lube,” I said. Not sure whether she didn’t like the Jiffy or the Lube part or just had heard this a million times before.

I was then wheeled into the procedure room. I am blessed with deep, thin rolling veins, so I am a hard stick as they say. I am greeted by a male anesthesia nurse. He immediately started joking with me. Before I knew it he had the IV in. While at the same time the nurse started rubbing my arm, massaging my leg, almost hugging me. I felt comforted and safe.

I started thinking about our residents and how vulnerable they must feel. I was shocked by how quickly some kindness and touch had deescalated my anxiety.

At the end of the day, we are all humans. We are all in need of comfort, and surprisingly, we are receptive to the same kindness.

One Comment

  1. Linda Gillan RN
    Posted August 30, 2011 at 10:19 pm | Permalink

    Aren’t nurses wonderful? I have been on the receiving end and it was at those times I realized the power true caring has on others.

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