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« Reply #4 on: October 02, 2009, 04:22:41 PM » |
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I would also get her to read this - when I joined this forum, the moderators posted this to my email address:
"From the Chair" The following was written by Lori Tate, BSW. Lori is a social worker withRenal Care Group in Brookhaven, McComb and Mendenhall, Mississippi. It all began Thursday, May 13, 1999. I was relaxing in one of the emptydialysis chairs, talking to patients who were getting off dialysis. I thoughtto myself "this isn't so bad; why do they complain so much?" Immediately mybrain took over; my next thought was "What if I couldn't get up?" What happened next is hard to tell, it all came into being so fast. I made adecision that would change my life. I decided I would come to the unit on myday off and pretend to be a patient. The nurses, of course, were excited about the idea and all joined in making the experience as real as possible. First I would weigh with 4 bags of saline (comparable to a weight gain of 4kilos). Secondly, I would sit in the dialysis chair and the saline bags wouldbe placed on me. The bags would be placed on each leg and two in the chestarea. Finally, one bag would be removed each hour. Yes, I agreed to sit inthe dialysis chair for 4 hours on my day off! It all seemed like such a good idea for a social worker. I would gain so muchempathy for the patients! I was excited! I was feeling great about myself. I'll be honest and admit the words "Super Social Worker" did come to my mind. However, less than an hour later, I began to think of all the things I neededto do during the weekend. How could I get it all done and still have time formy pretend dialysis? This is when I began planning my escape. How can I getout of this? How am I going to be still that long? It's not like it's thereal thinganyway. No! I've made a commitment. I've opened my big, fat mouth and now I have gotto do it! Friday, May 14th, 1999. I spoke with the charge nurse and he explained I would need to arrive at the clinic promptly at 11:30 am. Later in the day,I requested a morning chair. I could get so much more accomplished if onlyI could get an early chair. However, the charge nurse informed me there wereno early seats available. Can you imagine? A fellow employee, we work together! I've helped him out thousands of times. Everyone knows they (nursing staff) simply use the social workers to do all the things they would rather not do. Enough whining, the nurse said 11:30 am. I will be here at 11:30 am. The big day arrived. At 11:30 am, I was awaiting my turn on "the machine".Of course, I was not seated until 12:00 (noon) and not completely"hooked up" until 12:10 pm. With saline bags in place, books to read andother patients to talk to, I was ready to begin. The only problem was, I hadonly been in the chair for fifteen minutes and I was ready to get up.Otherthings that came to my mind while on the chair were: "These fluid/salinebags feel so heavy", "I am so cold sitting in this chair", "It doesn't feelthis cold when I am working", "Is my butt numb?", "I can't move my legs,they've fallen asleep". "What machine is beeping?" "I know how to hit thereset button, however, I cannot help because I cannot move". "I wish Icould change arms, I'm tired of keeping this arm still." My blood pressurewas actually low while" on the machine", I began to wonder, "What does thismean?" "Am I okay?" "Hey nurse, come here!" It was also unusual to be sitting that low in the chair. When you are seatedin the dialysis chair, because of the placement of the unit, you are unableto see anyone who isn't on your side of the room. I knew which nurses werein the unit, however, I couldn't see them from where I was sitting. Also,due to the placement of the machines, I couldn't see anyone on my left. Icould only speak with the patient seated directly in front of me, or thepatient directly on my right. Finally when my four hours were up, I did not want to talk to anyone. I hadbeen sitting so long, I just wanted to go home. I felt differently about theexperience than I thought I would. I honestly had not been concerned. I wasgoing to teach patients something by my good example. However, they taughtme a lot. All of my feelings can be multiplied by a million. I was not stuckby a needle. I did not watch my own blood come out of my body and go througha little tube. I did not have the fear of having to sit in that chair forthe rest of my life because my kidneys were no longer functioning. I did notbecome sick and vomit in front of twenty people. I was able to think aboutwhat I would have for supper when I got home, instead of sitting andthinking about all the things I couldn't have. I did gain a great deal of respect and admiration for the patients. I did not gain any further empathy, as the one thing I fully understand is that I will never fully understand or know what it feels like to be a dialysis patient, unless one day I am one. I can only hope this experience allows me to be more compassionate and more apt to treat patients with the human dignity I know everyone deserves. I also hope that some of the staff members who were working the day I sat in the chair for 4 hours will take the time to stop and think to themselves, "What does it feel like, from the chair?"
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