While I was in the hospital, I mentioned to the nurses that I have anxiety/depression issues, so they put me on a daily dose of Lexapro to help me with it. I normally don’t like any kinds of medication or pills or anything like that, but it really did make me feel better. When I was discharged yesterday, the nurse told me I was supposed to have a prescription for it, but she didn’t have the paper with her. Knowing that we don’t have enough money for it, I told her that was fine, and I generally don’t like to take anything for it anyway and that I really don’t like pills or medications. She said okay and let me leave without it.
Unfortunately, I didn’t realize that I was feeling so good because I was still on it.
Now, I’m feeling the effects of it wearing off, and it’s hitting me HARD. I feel like shit. I’m sad, my anxiety is coming back full force and I’m hyperventilating again. One of the nurses, Jen, who is the GREATEST NURSE IN THE WORLD (more on that later), actually put me on the Lexapro BECAUSE I hyperventilate while my anxiety is acting up, and I was in for a collapsed lung. She had a momentary epiphany when I told her about my hyperventilation and immediately put me on it.
Seriously, I can feel everything rushing back, and it’s absolutely terrible.
Anyway, I was going to talk about Jen for a bit and let you all know about the greatest nurse in the world.
When I first had the procedure to have the tube inserted into my chest done, I was in the most pain I have ever felt, and the first thing I did was ask if she could stay with me for a little while. I asked, because one of my deepest fears is being alone. She held my hand throughout the procedure and kept saying things like, “you’re doing fine”, “the worst is over”, and all those good things. So, I asked her to stay with me for a while, because I was so afraid. She held my hand with both of hers and said that she’d stay for as long as she could until she had to get back to work, but until then she would stay. I actually started to cry because of, not just the pain, but how kind she was. While I have met some truly kind people, she is honestly right up near the top.
For the rest of that day and the next day, she took over everything when it came to taking care of me. There are two nurses on duty in each wing at all times, one for checking the vitals and bringing things to the patients, another for giving out the medications. Well, Jen did everything for me. She brought me the incentive spirometer a few hours after the procedure and told me what it was for and how it would drastically help me. If you don’t know what an incentive spirometer is, here’s all the info you’ll need. For the rest of the day, she was hustling and bustling around me, making sure I was using it. The first time, I got only 1,300 ml. The average lung capacity is 6,000 ml, so that was a fraction of what I should be able to do. So, she, being the good nurse, says, “I know you can do better than that, I think you’re just worried about how much it might hurt, so I want you to try it again”. So I tried again, and got just a little more, 1,500. By the end of the day, I was getting almost 3,000. When she saw, she flailed a little bit and goes, “I am going to sleep SO well tonight!” and gave me a fist bump. The next day was the same thing, really, but I progressed all the way up to 4,000, which is the max for the incentive spirometer. When I got the plunger up all the way, she actually told me she was surprised and proud of how quickly I was able to do so.
When the night shift started at 7pm, it was part of her job to take the new nurse around and show them all of the new patients. When she was showing me to the new nurse, she told her that she had better take good care of me, and she really looked like she meant business when she said so.
Seriously, because of her, I had a great time recovering from this, and I’m actually planning on sending her something along with a thank you card. Not sure what I’d send, though.
Anyway, just posting something for the sake of posting.