‘Worth Its Weight in Gold’: The Small, Unexpected Triumphs of Nursing

“Nursing is a job that sometimes finds you investing emotionally in things you never expected to care about.”

How many times have you waxed enthusiastic at work about something that people who aren’t nurses would find weird, or even downright gross? Eyeing a patient’s Foley bag and exclaiming about how great her urine looks…praising a young man for coughing up gobs of sticky sputum….

Illustration by Pat Kinsella for AJN.

The challenge of obtaining a specimen.

In this month’s Reflections column, “Worth its Weight in Gold” (free until July 7), visiting nurse Jonathan Robb describes his efforts to obtain a urine sample for culture from an elderly woman who has minimal bladder control.

Most of us are familiar with the balancing act of obtaining a specimen under conditions that cause discomfort or embarrassment to a patient. We cajole and gently press for whatever has to be done, trying to maintain a relaxed atmosphere while hiding any urgency about completing the task that we might feel. This delicate pas de deux has the potential to be very stressful for both parties.

Robb’s sometimes comical descriptions of the contortions necessary to meet his particular challenge will ring true to nurses.

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The Present: What This Visiting Nurse Has to Give

Illustration by Barbara Hranilovich for AJN. Illustration by Barbara Hranilovich for AJN.

It can be daunting for a visiting nurse to enter a patient’s home, especially if the patient seems less than receptive to the nurse’s efforts. In this month’s Reflections essay, “The Present,” Pia Wolcowitz describes one of her first assignments as a visiting nurse. She’s sent to assess a woman newly diagnosed with lung cancer. Here’s an excerpt:

I rang the bell and heard a voice, but couldn’t make out what she said. I rang again. This time I heard her loud and clear. “If you wanna come in, come in! Door’s open!” Entering, I found a woman in her mid-60s sitting hunched at her kitchen table, surrounded by bottles of medication and a bowl of cereal. It was way past noon.

She had cropped blue-black hair with accents of white. She studied me a moment, then her gray eyes examined my ID. “So, you’re the nurse?”

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