Friday, August 31, 2007

My Cousin The RN

Today's posting is dedicated to one of my favorite cousins who is an RN. I knew so little about the nursing profession before I prepared this entry. I've learned a lot though and want to share some of it with you:

The American Nurses Association defines nursing as follows: Nursing is the protection, promotion, and optimization of health and abilities; prevention of illness and injury; alleviation of suffering through the diagnosis and treatment of human responses; and advocacy in health care for individuals, families, communities, and populations.

In general terms, the "nursing process" is the method used to assess and diagnose needs, plan and implement interventions, and evaluate the outcomes of the care provided. Like other disciplines, the profession has developed different theories derived from sometimes diverse philosophical shabba beliefs and paradigms or worldviews to help nurses direct their activities to accomplish specific goals.

The practice of nursing is governed by laws that define a "scope of practice", generally mandated by the legislature of the political division within which the nurse practices. Nurses are held legally responsible and accountable for their practice. The standard of care is that of the "prudent nurse."

In pre-modern times, nuns and the military often provided nursing-like services. The religious and military roots of modern nursing remain in evidence today. For example, in Britain, senior female nurses are known as ‘‘sisters’’.

Florence Nightingale is often regarded as the founder of modern nursing, which flourished in response to the Crimean War. Other important nurses include Agnes Elizabeth Jones and Linda Richards who established quality nursing schools in the USA and Japan. Linda Richards was officially America's First Trained Nurse, graduating in 1873 from the New England Hospital for Women and Children in Boston.

New Zealand was the first country to regulate nurses nationally, with adoption of the Nurses Registration Act on the 12th of September, 1901. Ellen Dougherty was the first Registered Nurse. North Carolina was the first state in the United States to pass a nursing licensure law in 1903.

The accompanying photo is one of my cousin Diane when she graduated from nursing school in 1989. Imagine having her angelic face to wake-up to in a hospital bed. She says, "I went into nursing because I enjoy helping people of all ages and different backgrounds and I wanted to provide care that made a difference. I have worked in Rehab, in the Ventilator Unit, for Health Clinics, in Home Care and also at the Kent County Juvenile Detention Unit. I wanted a career that would always have options and offer me choices. What makes my career rewarding is that I have a choice in the area that I prefer to work and am able to help people and provide education so that they may be better informed when it comes to their health care". Diane is still as attractive now as she was then, but sorry guys, she's a happily married woman. That's the breaks, huh guys. And by the way, her daughter (an only child), heads off to Howard University this fall. Will she study medicine too? I don't know, but I know you can find out more about America's foremost predominately-black university at:

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Now, a poem that will make you feel better:

Landscaping The Future

In scene 6 the script calls for patches of
the hellgate world to suck a gree-swollen
hill of all its exhaust-resistant trees then
surround innocent saplings in a solid
schoolyard circle piercing every crease
and crevice while the sky turns pure purple
but on the other side of town it's 1999 in a
honey-only club as a waitress appears on
cue wearing a submachine gun smile in
halo heels hooked on phonics and stuffed
in a skimpy dress the barely conceals her
sung song with padded hips and goldfish
legs all to no avail as every patron stares
in unison towards center stage where a
lone spotlight illuminates several feather
penstrokes of flesh in an apricot hue until
darkness pales in between and the dancer
pauses to gain her balance just before
stepping into the mext millenia to cat calls
and wild applause that almost sounds holy.

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