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 Thank you anon for pointing out my archived blog entries. A lot of them have their photos intact, others don’t but it’s a big improvement on non at all! 
Here is an old nursing story I re found ……enjoy


It's the wee small hours of the morning and I am on my break at work.
Wards, even the noisey ITU can be creepy places in the dark!
I am reminded of a story I was told on night shift back in the asylum days
I was working graveyard shift with a EN ( enrolled nurse) who enjoyed telling ghost stories to frighten the student nurses.
The ward was a 30 bedded mixed ward for mainly severely affected dementia patients and at that enlightened time in the 1980s the clientele were termed officially as psycho- geriatrics
After a lull in the conversation my supervisor asked me if I had heard the story of one of the staff nurses who had  suffered a severe heart attack on duty only weeks before
I told her I had not, so smiling she sat me down and shared the tale.
The nurse in question was working with a student nurse like myself, only the student was a shy girl of perhaps nineteen and the workload was as busy as it was for us, as every patient was totally confused and disorientated of time , place and person.
As the patients slept both nurses made a round around the dormitory and as suddenly as heart attacks strike, the staff nurse collapsed to the floor without warning.
The student nurse panicked, and not knowing that she needed to call for help by telephone she crouched by her colleague tried to rouse her then started to cry.
Suddenly one of the patients, an elderly man in his seventies clambered out of bed.
The patient, who was mute, incontinent of urine and faeces and considered a " husk " of his former self hurried over and said in a clear voice " we had better get her on the bed"
The two of them, then lifted the collapsed nurse onto the spare bed after which the patient told the student nurse to call for help.
The student grateful for clear instructions did just that and help arrived within minutes as the nursing officer on duty rallied the troops, and surprisingly the collapsed nurse survived her heart attack though never again returned to work.
The patient involved never spoke again. His cognitive abilities were assessed and remained unchanged from those performed before this incident, and it was never explained just how he behaved the way he did when the student cried out for help.

16 comments:

  1. I remember those little moments of lucidity in both my parents. My Dad, when I said something about old age and dry rot (a phrase he'd used many times to describe the joys of ageing) suddenly came out with the scientific name for dry rot. He was a qualified chartered surveyor, but was in the later stages of dementia, unable to remember my name. My mother, a few weeks before her death, suddenly became very lucid, chatting to me, asking after her grandchildren. Prior to that, chatting with her had been very much one sided. The brain is a remarkable thing!
    Glad you've been able to retrieve some of your photos. Get them backed up asap! xx

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  2. I wonder if this was similar to the adreniailne filled , mother lifts car off her child stories?

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    1. Exactly the same. Pulling everything out of reserve

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  3. An unanswered question is, are the memories gone, or has the ability to recall and communicate been disrupted? A couple of times my mother said things that surprised even her.

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  4. I think the surprise of the attack and the terror of the student nurse spurred the patient to action because he was the only one who could help.
    When he was done, he went back inside himself.

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  5. Nurses must have millions of interesting stories.

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  6. I just love your stories John...thank you! Hugs!deb

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  7. John, I just saw your post about your old blog photos. As I recall, back in the early days, Blogger set a storage limit on photos; beyond that limit, we were required to host photos on an outside service like Flickr or Photobucket and embed them in our posts. Is there a chance your photos are hosted on another site? I only say this because all my old blog photos are still intact, uploaded to Blogger. (I never used an external host.) But maybe yours are elsewhere and the links have just been cut. (You would know this because you would have had to create accounts on another platform -- Blogger wouldn't do it for you.) Just a thought.

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    1. Yes, they were on a blogger equivalent of Google photos, but I lost quite a few being away for six months when the instruction to transfer was sent and missed the email. They didn't transfer automatically

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  8. It is amazing what lingers in damaged brains, isn't it?
    Also, it seems astonishing that the student nurse had no idea to call for help.
    I'm glad you now have access to more of your photos from the past and hope you continue finding more of them.

    Hugs!

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  9. Oh my…it’s like those stories you hear about people with sudden super strength to help someone in need (like lifting a car off of a trapped person).

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  10. That gave me shivers because I witnessed a remarkable bit of lucidity in dementia. My good friend was stricken at age 50 with the early onset type. A few years into it, she could no longer string together words and was starting to be unable to feed herself. I was at the table with her husband, we were trying to get her to eat a little cereal. Suddenly she looked at Dan, her husband and said “Dan you’re my soulmate and I want you by my side always”. I looked at Dan and started to tear up. It was a holy thing and a privilege to witness. She never said anything that made sense after that, sadly her decline was rapid. I still miss her very much. Dementia is a cruel thief.
    Xoxo
    Barbara

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  11. The mind is a strange and beautiful thing, even in the throws of dementia.

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  12. Almost as strange as those rare cases where people come-round from comas speaking a different language.

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    1. Anonymous5:36 am

      I did have to read this twice - misread coma as comma :)

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  13. My FIL with advanced dementia couldn't mobilise
    However on 2 or 3 occasions in the middle of the night he would get out if bed, wander around looking at things then get back.into bed. His wife Darenth speak in case he fell over. No change in mobility next morning. No idea whether he was awake or sleep walking 😳

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