When did it get "real" for you @ Wealthy Affiliate?
they said!
2020, The year it got real, what do we do with it?
Within the Wealthy Affiliate community, successfully we can followed the 2020 graduating class motto, BE KIND AND FIGURE IT OUT.
When did it get "real" for you @ Wealthy Affiliate ???
Not in rhetorical and theatrical ways, but it has always been real for me.
I can think of many scenarios that make people feel distressed, but after reflecting on the motto BE KIND AND FIGURE IT OUT, it makes me want to open the floor for this discussion.
Imagine
being in the shoes of health care providers. They aren't supposed to cry or fret because the tears are catchy and a moist mask they may not get a replacement for can be extra risky.
When the HAZMAT shoves the policy papers in your face, you are supposed to teach. And discuss among peers. You skim to the bolded highlights and details thereof. No amount of rant could rid the dread. As a cold fist clenches your stomach, about to embark on internal ethical debates.
How do you tell the ones you've taken a sacred oath alongside
Do not enter the room to do CPR without PPE, upon entry lead with the thick sheet of plastic located on the crash cart to be parked outside the room. For chest compressions, cover the entire victim with the sheet of plastic. Do not perform respirations, and no entry by other personnel into the code are permitted.
They must remain behind the doorway handing needed items aseptically into the room of the patient who is passing away.
Check 'amended' CPR status
Is CPR with a plastic piece for barrier something people walk away untraumatized from? On some level, most probably not. It may be a patient teaching with delicate approach...what if your heart stops and someone races in your face with a piece of plastic, coming to---it may not remain a barrier, if there is a miracle that day.
Some come to in fits of rage.
It got real on the CoVid unit for many listening to the instruction in shock. I don't think this way of CPR really saves, but a pandemic standard is different, and they might make more counseling available to help deal with the feelings.
The discussions which turned into a riot and strike may not have turned the micro culture so abruptly as discussing who is fit tested for N95, and how valid that qualitative testing is on a virus that may cause loss in senses such as taste and smell.
Wait a minute, how do you give any life saving meds through the barrier? How do you prevent suffocation? How do you tell a family? This is not the worst "real" moment I can recall, on admission quarantine unit or hiding like a hermit under my rock on an old dairy farm.
Who cares if nurses need to sleep in the old milk barns?
BOISE State University does.
In rebuilding business after CoVid Pandemic news, I was early morning celebrating accomplishments of being able to obtain two great contracts this week. One has just started, but I have content piled up since the month off in transition from isolation units to quarantine to racing across the country side in support of family reunification.
People have asked what to do with all the time off. It hasn't felt loger than an extended weekend, but I say writing is a good way to go. And there is nothing wrong with some rest.
Each contract is an opportunity to provide the best care and bring the reader to value. It started with a pitch, in response to emailing request to help build a pitch. Here is my pitch. You don't need a pitch, please sign me up. It will be Ghostwriting and practice for service. All lf this has the potential to turn into a full time sustainable future, so it is a potentially great investment.
I'll never forget the speech of Dr who was told to start the tractor.
- Dad. I can't; I'm deaf.
- Get your A$$ out there and do it! Dad said.
- Without hearing, now the starter is wrecked!
- I'm sorry, Daaaaad!
- Just fix it, you figure it out!
- He helped repair the rig, then was told this can't happen again,
- figure. it. out.
Jumping on the tractor, one hand on the motor, started like a champ.
This boy became a great Doctor of Deaf Education, a Ph D who teaches online ASL and inspired many people by playing football with hearing peers he put a stomp down on the playing field but he exclaimed, with kindness shouting in sign language...
☆he figured it out!
Forever greatful for this role model and lesson, I present to Wealthy Affiliate for discussion: When did the CoVid pandemic pressure stress your business? When did it get "real" for you?
When it is getting real, we will benefit greatly from this idea, to just BE KIND AND FIGURE IT OUT.
Now go! Grab good philosophy by the horns and write.
Thank you for your understanding. Foggy goggles on this rant. Ill be back your beccanator to edit
Love,
Nurse Becca
PS Don't worry, no matter how "real" it gets, we will kindly figure things out💝
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Good food for thought Becca. I started this reply going in another direction and thought better of it. The early days were crazy for us, and I can't even begin to imagine the mental and emotional stress our great front line soldiers, the Nurses, were under. Thank you all for your service to us.
With respect
Greg
Well, of course you are welcome. Whichever direction, I'm glad to see you here. I haven't begun editing today. I wanted to stay front line but the company was bought out. I had worked for the company who bought it before, not the right fit. The kids getting home from school was the start of back to back graves without recharging for about 3 months. Someone asked me to write about the banterings of burnout, and something inspiring so here is my first try at it. The next is a publication I sold copy for a very kind affiliate.
I hope my notes find you well.
Sincerely,
Nurse Becca
The pandemic hasn't really affected me much. I stay in or go fishing by myself away from people. I have been homeless before so I have been through much much worse. Like my dad committing suicide. I am also a Marine Corps veteran so I have some survival skills and was an electrician after the service as well. My son.leaves for the Navy in two weeks so.I worry mostly about him because I love him so much. As far as my business and W.A. Well, it is what it is. It's been almost five years since I started. It's not a reason for me to worry. My worries are more about my family and my son who is going into this world full of characters. Thankfully he is choosing to go with people who are not looting, rioting, pickiting, panhandling, druggingetc.
I like your style. Good job raising him, and thank you both graciously for your service. My dad is a Marine, God rest his gentle soul. After all he fought, we went on the street because dad got total amnesia and they locked him on the Old Soldier's Home US Airmen Long Term Care Wing in Washington, D. C. That started a 20 year adventure just to get a memory marker placed. Semper Fi'nally it resides in Boise. And a thank you letter came from Donald Trump, that surprised me.
It is really much harder than I thought to send your own kids grown up into the world. My son just made bravo flight command of JR ROTC, and is an ace shot with his new special Savage weapon of peace. Eeek that is gut wrenching. I cannot imagine what you must be going through, but soon they both have their wings/hulls or find their self like Julie with graduating from ISDB.
I'm so sorry to hear about your dad, may he Rest in Peace.
Wow, having been in a few CPR needed instance I could not fathom the plastic sheeting in the way. I can guarantee this is a pain in the rump and adds to the risk of death. Still, it may be needed to save the lives of our valuable caregivers.
Stress wise I pray your blog is a hit before your sanity leaves the room.
For me getting real was the birth of my 3rd child and losing a great paying JOB and taking a not so great paying JOB. I knew that to get full value for the work I did I must return to being an Entrepreneur.
Andy
Hey Yuma City! Congratulations on your baby &big; return:)
social insanity maybe a thing now....Something I made up in sociology class
Thank you for discussing this blog
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Not being on the front line as you are, I am not sure it has come home to roost as yet because of some family issues. Am presently coasting waiting for time to pass to see what is going on. Have been spending more time on my website but the productivity could be much better. Wish you and yours the best.
I'm not currently on the front line, i took the past month off to recover. My business took a dip due to CoVid-19, and I'm rebuilding with a couple new contracts and a position on swing shift they are waiting for references. Then I will redon the daggom mask...
One contract was a small blog, one is a clinical trial to get a blood draw, and the other is for an ultra rare condition that attacks the lungs and liver. I'm looking forward to being off the graveyard shift.
The facility tour was a long walk down an endless hallway to see a large refrigerated shop for the bodies. That didn't phase me until outbreaks started in Idaho, then the thought gave me chills. I'm so glad I didnt need the big frig on night shift, my heart goes out to the vent units with people who are struggling to breathe. I think that is more like the front line than anything I've experienced.
I'm feeling better after resting regularly, and walking with the strength before schools closed. Some of my days on back to back nights, I nearly had to crawl to the bathroom my feet hurt so bad. I wondered if I could get pressure ulcers on my feet from standing too long. But so far I didn't have to do the plastic sheet CPR thankfully, then that front line will be so real. Knocking on wood like bloody knuckles now
You are a "flame thrower" with all that you do. I couldn't imagine doing everything that you do if I was younger again & qualified, amazing. I know that patients are completely ellated with all you do. Companies dah. Take care of yourself because you cannot help anybody including yourself if you don't. Best to you.
You're a sweety heart a to the ma to the zing