Monday, May 31, 2010

A long catch-up post.

First of all, I'd like to express my gratitude to the service men and women (and their families) who sacrifice their everything for us.  Thank you.



Now, my most recent moral quandry at work.  I received a patient from the ER the other night... 90-something years old with severe dementia that made her nonverbal, in with a bowel obstruction.  Her abdomen was so distended and rock hard that it was actually distorted in shape.  They put a nasogastric tube in her to suction, and used soft medical restraints on her wrists to keep her from pulling the tube out.  Her family had decided to make her DNR, and that they would not be operating on her to fix the bowel obstruction. 

So why put a tube down her nose, a very uncomfortable intervention... which initiated the need for restraints?  The tube was not even draining anything.  All night this women was fighting against the restraints trying to get this tube out. 

She developed respiratory distress with an oxygen saturation of 85% near the end of my shift.  I did what I could to make her comfortable...called the physician and respiratory therapist who bumped up her oxygen and gave her a nebulizer treatment, checked on her every ten minutes while the next shift listened to my taped report, let the nurse taking over know that she really wasn't doing very well and that she should be seen first.  I drove home, worrying about this woman and wondering what else I could have done. 

When I came in the following night I learned that she'd died half an hour after I'd left that morning.  I was relieved for her... but still question what more I could have done to advocate for this woman and her comfort at the end of life.

In other news, aphids have overrun my salad garden.  I am livid!  I tried a spray that had worked on our pomegranate tree before when it became infested... a pureed combination of garlic, onion, cayenne pepper and Dr. Bronner's soap.  The little buggers went running for their lives, I saw them leaping away as I sprayed... but the next day they were back in full force.  The greens themselves look beautiful, they are thriving and I'd really like to be eating them... but I'm not thrilled with the idea of dining on aphids and I don't have twenty minutes to inspect each leaf after washing them!  If you have any magic cures for aphid infestation, please comment.  I've heard of ladybugs, but it might be too late to obtain them mailorder?

The latest additions to our flock seem healthy and happy, and the little Australorps are as big as our Golden Sexlinks now. They'll be popping out eggs before we know it! Recently one of the big girls laid a teensy little egg... here it is next to an average-sized Sexlink egg.  We scolded them for slacking off and the next day they were back to laying proper eggs :)




Our tomatoes are thriving and peaking out over the tops of the tomato cages.  All of them are loaded with blossoms, and several of them have little greenies!  We found one tomato plant growing sideways out of the compost pile and decided to transplant it into the garden... it's doing very well and is learning to grow upright.  Several others have come up on their own in the beds, apparently from last year's seed.  We've given them proper new homes wherever we've found room.  I am crossing my fingers for LOTS of fresh tomatoes this year.

Our potatoes are thriving.  We've been "hilling them up" with straw and several of the bags are nearly at capacity, with the tops almost completely unrolled.  The plants look very healthy, with strong stems and big green leaves... but who knows what's going on in the dark?  I'd love to have lots of homegrown organic blue taters this fall.

We received our first CSA shipment last week.  We got microgreens, red lettuce, kale, romaine, scallions, cress, radishes, Hakurei turnips, radicchio, and asparagus.  The greens became a big salad and sandwich ingredients, the rest went into a yummy stirfry over rice.  It held us over until the weekend, when we visited the farmer's market and indulged in lots of strawberries, rhubarb, sugarsnap and snow peas, brocolli, cauliflower, asparagus and local sharp cheddar.  Our next CSA drop-off is on Wednesday this week because of the holiday.

Last night I was scheduled to go in to work for the holiday.  LAME.  But, I showed up and found that another nurse who was not on the schedule had come in by mistake and wanted to stay... so they sent me home!  I was thrilled.  My honeybun and I strapped on our FiveFingers and went for a midnight run through the woods, a far superior way to spend the night.  At one point my ankle rolled painfully and I heard a "pop!".  I was terrified that I'd broken my ankle FOR THE FOURTH TIME... but found that it was just a bit tender and after walking for a few minutes I could still run on it.  The tendon must be loose and have rolled over the bone, producing that horrible sound.  Ah, the dangers of running with only a headlamp to guide you over rocky trails!  Lots of stubbed toes, too... but overall it was exhilirating and great fun.  We're training for a 10k two weeks from now... we're in the recreational heat, so we're not aiming to be the fastest... so long as we finish it, have a good time while we're doing it, and raise some funds for a good cause, I'm happy!

It's a hot one out there today, but weeds are calling.  Happy Memorial Day!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Hello, my name is Gelfling, and I am an addict.

Yesterday we went to a local nursery to purchase a few herbs to fill some planters sitting vacant in the yard.  On the list was lemongrass, lemon balm and borage.
We left with lemongrass, lemon balm, lemon basil, purple basil, foxglove, echinacea, and a cinnamon fern.  And then we stopped by a local family farm and picked 5 overflowing quarts of fresh strawberries. 



I blame my darling man... he's an enabler. 


 "I'm sure we can find room for more plants/chickens/strawberries, dear..."


He draws the line at bunnies, though.  I am bunny-obsessed, and lately have been prone to jumping around excitedly and exclaiming "BUNNIES!  BUNNIES!  I WANT BUNNIES!" at random.  He hasn't budged, and we remain bunny free at the present.  However, he does admit that it would be really cute to have bunnies running around the yard with the chickens (and I briefly considered changing the name of my blog to "Broody Bunnies" because the idea is just too cute to handle).  

Today is the last day of our little vacation together, and I am vowing to keep far, far away from nurseries, animal shelters and strawberry fields.  The first step is admitting you have a problem, right??

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Broken bones

I've never broken another person's bones before. 

Last night, the words, "I need a nurse in room 15 NOW" rang out from the monitor station on our unit, breaking the early morning stillness.  I ran into the room (somehow donning gloves on the way) and found an older gentleman lying in bed, staring at the ceiling blankly, and his chest wasn't moving.  I checked his pulse.  Nothing.  I checked his arm for a DNR bracelet, called out for someone to call a code. 

One of our nurse's aides ran in and, exhibiting superhuman strength for a woman her size, rolled him to the side so we could place the board underneath him.  At the same time another nurse came in with the code cart, saying he was in asystole (for non-medical folk, this is the "flat line" you see on TV... not good).  We got the board placed and lowered the bed as far as it would go... which was unfortunately not far enough for a woman of 5'6" to give effective compressions to a large, barrel-chested man.  I climbed onto the bed, kneeling next to his chest, and began giving deep, forceful compressions. 

The code team arrived within a minute, and as the respiratory therapist struggled for 12 whole minutes to get a breathing tube placed, as the monitor on the Zoll defibrillator continued to show no rhythm, as IVs were started and drugs were pushed, I kept pressing with all of my might into that man's sternum.  I felt sweat running down my face and gathering behind my knees.  I felt something crack beneath my hands, and was vaguely aware of the fact that I probably just broke one of his ribs.  I heard the physician's voice say, "hold compressions".  I pressed my fingers against his neck, and said "I've got a pulse".  A glance at the monitor showed P-waves and QRS complexes.  A nurse on the other side of the bed reported a BP of 225/120... not great under normal circumstances, but it was something.  I climbed down from the bed as they prepared to wheel him down to intensive care. 

The likeliness of him recovering is slim, having been without an airway for as long as he had been.  But every person in that room was fighting as hard as they could to give him a chance, and I have the sore back to prove it.  I just hope that if he does recover he gets adequate pain management for that fractured rib.

Monday, May 10, 2010

A week in pictures


Lovely juicy berries on the way!


Homemade pierogis


Salad Blue potatoes growing in bags


Tomatoes and peppers looking happy in the garden


The new coop


Prince, the terrifying beast!!


Iris


Praying mantis nymph


Rhubarb, prepped to make wine


Howdy!

Thursday, May 06, 2010

What I've learned this week...

If you throw up at work in the middle of getting report, they will send you home, and then you will be stuck wide awake and feeling like crap all night long, trying to be quiet so you're honeybunny can sleep. 

When you hear in report that a patient is "a little sleepy", that could very well mean "entirely unresponsive to verbal or painful stimuli" for your shift. 

"On hospice, DNR, but ok to intubate" is a very confusing combination of terms to use when discussing the code status of a patient.  Don't wait to clarify this with the patient, family and physician.  It sucks having to call a family member in the middle of the night when there's a change in the patient's condition and no one before you has determined EXACTLY what they want done for that patient.

Potatoes are slippery, and freshly sharpened knives will go right through your thumb if you're not careful.

Baby praying mantises are super cute!

Sunday, May 02, 2010

Happy Beltaine!

May is upon us, but man oh man does it feel like August out there today.  The sun is burning the leaves of our swiss chard, and I am hiding from it inside our cool stone-walled little cave.  The cooking, gardening, and outdoor projects can wait until the worst heat of the day passes. 

Yesterday brought the opening day of our local farmer's market, and I pulled myself out of bed after two hours of sleep to make it there on time... I was hardly even tired, it felt like Christmas morning!

We were pleased to discover several produce stands, folks selling goats milk and organic raw cow's milk, and even a guy growing pesticide-free greenhouse tomatoes!

We left with two bunches of asparagus, a bunch of kale, three bags of spinach, a bunch of rhubarb, half a gallon of raw milk, three tomatoes, and plenty of yukon gold taters. 



My plan for this evening is to make pierogis, rhubarb crisp, and kale/chard pie.  Nomnomnomnom.....

Last night I hosted a women's circle in celebration of the full moon and of Beltaine, and I found it incredibly refreshing to spend time with 12 other women of different ages and backgrounds discussing the challenges we're all facing regarding balance, success and happiness.  I've felt the need for more feminine energy in my life lately, and feel recharged and inspired today.

Time to make the best of this summer-like day and make some sun tea!