Every since I was a child I have always wanted to become a Nurse. My aunt and my godmother are both nurses and I have always wanted to follow in there footsteps. When I entered high school i went into a shop called nurse/health assisting were I studied the basics of nursing. After the four years of studying this i got my CNA certification which is a certified nursing assistant. CNAs are the people who take care of the patients helping patients with things such as getting up in the morning and getting ready for bed mostly CNAs help the patients with the activities of daily living. My senior year of high school my teacher would send me out to many different medical places for my clinical and this is where I have expereinced many diffeent things i never seen before in my life and this made my decision final about becoming a nurse.
I have gone to many different places for clinical such as hospitals, nursing homes, I have gone out on Paramedic rides, wound centers, and rehabilitation centers. All of these places I have had many good experiences and have learned many new things and has given me many good memories of experiencing these things. But the one memory I will never forget is the time I was doing clinical at the hospital and I experience the very first time a patient has ever past away on me while giving care to the patient.
At the hospital patients come in and out they never stay for a long period of time unless they are in critical condition. But in the particular unit I was on is mostly for the sick elderly and many of them end up dying right in the hospital. One day when i was on clinical my friend I was with asked me to help her wash her patient with her. This patient was in his late 80s and was in bad condition. We started to wash the patient and the patient was breathing at the time but with his mouth open. The patient couldn’t really move very well so I had to roll him and move his body parts for him. As I turned the patient towards me my friend started to wash his backside and I noticed the patients mouth was closed and he was breathing. I told my friend and she said to put he back on his back once we did that he started to breathe again so I went and got the nurse. When the nurse came in she checked his vitals and told us he wasn’t going to last much longer. So we just left the patient be and stood at the end of the bed and saw the patient breathing then stop breathing then breathe again what this is called is Cheynes Strokes. What this is is when a patient stops breathing and then starts to breathe again trying to gasp for air and this happens when the patient is about to die. The patient started to do that and then his last breathe he gasped for air made this big gasping noise and his chest blew up so that we saw the chest lift up a little bit and then that was it the patient had pasted.
This was my first experience of a patient dying on me and it was a very sad thing. I didn’t know what to think or how to really feel but it was just a really weird kind of experience. This wasn’t my last experince of someone dying on me I have had two other patients pass on me and everytime that has happened to me it is a whole different type of experince. Each experience I have had of someone dying on me is all different and I felt different on each one but I have gotten used to the fact the this happens it is a way of life and everyone has to die in the end.