A visit to a hospital is a whole lot of experience in itself. During the last summer, one of my friends met with an accident and was admitted to hospital. When I went to see him, I went to the hospital for the very first time in my life.
As I entered the hospital, I saw people coming and going there. I went to the enquiry office and enquired about the wards to find where my friend was admitted. Firstly, I passed through the surgical ward, I saw patients lying silently on their beds. Some of the patients had their arms and legs bandaged and plastered. Various nurses and doctors were attending on them. The doctor was directing the nurse to give the necessary treatment and medicine. His way of talking itself was very consoling. Quietness was prevailing in the whole ward.
In the next ward, patients were lying pensively on their beds. From their faces, I guessed their pathetic plight. The doctor came on round followed by other staff members. He enquired about the welfare of all the patients one by one and that too very sympathetically and patiently. He was also giving injections to some of the patents. To others, he prescribed medicines.
Some patients who were accompanied by their relatives were also seen. The relatives were squatting in lawns of the hospital. Some of the people were going home after recovering completely from their illness and were in highly delighted mood.
As a whole, the entire hospital presented a very gloomy look. The plight of the patients and the seriousness of the atmosphere prevailing there touched me deep within. The behavior of doctors and nurses was worthy of commendations. They acted most wisely and ably in handling problems of the patients. When I came out of hospital, I realized that there is a whole lot of difference in the atmosphere that prevails inside and outside the hospital.
Aliyah Saadein, BSN Junior, BUNDLE Scholar
I remember all the emotions I felt prior to entering nursing school; anxiousness, fear, excitement, and everything in between. Aside from the school work, most of those feelings stemmed from what would be a real life experience as a nurse during our clinical rotations. When the time came in the middle of the semester, I was assigned to a cardiac step-down unit with a group of people I did not know.
On my first day after orientation I remember feeling so excited and prepared for what was to come; little did I know how wrong I would be. I did not know exactly what I expected but I definitely thought at least some things would be easy. I expected talking to patients, interacting with other medical staff members, and performing actions that I practiced prior in lab to be easy. In fact, the things I expected to be the easiest actually became the most challenging when I met real life people with very real problems.
I had to practice speaking to patients without spewing out the medical terminology they teach us in class while still educating them about their medications and their diagnosis. By the time I started clinical, it was around the middle of the semester. I adapted to nursing school quickly and by that time, I thought I had my time management skills under control. Once again, I was wrong. When I was in the hospital things constantly moved fast; patients were discharged, orders were changed, and my work evolved fluidly throughout the day. It became difficult to time everything correctly so that I could perform vital signs, assessment, medications, all while making sure the patient had everything they needed to be comfortable. I had to make sure that before I started the day, I made a game-plan of how I was going to approach the shift to make sure I completed everything in addition to charting (remember: if you didn’t chart it, it didn’t happen).
It also is easy to compare yourself to other peers during the clinical experience. Even though I tried not to, I found myself comparing my knowledge and skill ability to other students. I found myself thinking “I don’t know as much they do” or hearing about other students performing these intense skills while I had still only performed the basics, which caused me to feel like I was behind. Even though I still experience these feelings, I remind myself that these skills come with time and experience. Not everyone is in the same hospital or on the same floor so people are bound to perform different tasks. To make it a little easier for me, I had a great clinical instructor who always reminded us of that and always pushed us to reach out of our comfort zone and perform new tasks even if we were nervous.
I am only a second semester nursing student. By now, I feel like I have experienced it all but I know I have only seen a small fraction of what the realities of nursing are. Going forward with my clinical experience I remind myself that I am a student and that the whole purpose of my clinical experience is to learn and become better. Even though it is embarrassing in the moment, I also tell myself that is okay to make mistakes and it is better to make mistakes during clinical with an instructor around than as a practicing Registered Nurse. I still struggle with all of the things I have mentioned, but I know that I have learned so much and feel so much better as I step into the hospital now compared to that first day on the cardiac step-down unit.
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