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    <title>at the nursing station</title>
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    <dc:creator>goldielocks13@gmail.com</dc:creator>
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      <title>Grown Ups</title>
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      <description>The other day in triage, a 42 year old man shows up around 5pm. First thing he tells me is: &#8216;&#8216;I&#8217;m not here to see a doctor.&#8217;&#8217; The way I tend to react towards that sentence will depend on what comes next. Sometimes people just want to consult a nurse, sometimes they want to validate an information, or sometimes they&#8217;re just lost and end up in the emergency by mistake. This man, wanted something to eat. Ughh!</description>
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      <dc:date>2011-10-24T18:04:18+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>When We Become Patients</title>
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      <description>Lately I&#8217;ve been going to my gynecologist for a minor irritating problem. Although it wasn&#8217;t a big thing, I still had to see him for frequent follow ups. How odd is it to find yourself being a patient instead of the health care provider. Very odd.</description>
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      <dc:date>2011-08-12T16:19:46+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Outlet</title>
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      <description>After putting this blog on hiatus for a year because of school and work, I&#8217;ve realized how important it is to have an outlet from this type of working environment. Seems everyday there are more and more patients coming at the ER, which makes the working load continuously overwhelming.</description>
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      <title>Being Assertive</title>
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      <description>Recently a patient of mine died while going for a test. Although I had warned the doctor that the patient wasn&#8217;t stable enough to leave the emergency&#8217;s acute care for an ultrasound, he insisted that the patient would go for her test as soon as possible so we could finally establish a diagnostic.</description>
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      <dc:date>2010-07-13T03:10:02+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Psychosomatic Seizures</title>
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      <description>It wasn&#8217;t the first time that I was witnessing a “fake seizure” at the ED, but it was overwhelming to see how the patient was completely and utterly under her own spell. In her mind, she was having a real seizure with all the symptoms relating to it.</description>
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      <dc:date>2010-04-18T18:10:41+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>What to say</title>
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      <description>Dear Professor,

I was a student in your Interviewing Methods class this past January. Although the course is over, I wish to share with you a situation that happened to me at work lately, in which I think could be related with the class you&#8217;ve been teaching us.</description>
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      <dc:date>2010-03-09T19:05:02+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Lazy doctors</title>
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      <description>I&#8217;m fortunate enough to work with very specialized and competent doctors. Most of them have good leadership, good organization and most of all passion for their work. What&#8217;s unfortunate, is when one of these doctors completely loses his sense of commitment to the public during his journey.</description>
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      <dc:date>2010-02-21T20:04:31+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Violence in the ED</title>
      <link>http://atthenursingstation.com/blog/view/violence_in_the_ed/</link>
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      <description>After reading an article in the Medscape Blog about violence in the emergency department, it made me realize how much we are exposed to verbal and physical abuse from patients. From the intoxicated, to the psychotic, to the homicidal and to the plain &#8216;I&#8217;m fed up of waiting in the waiting room 1 more minute&#8217; type of person. About 3 years ago, our staff was the victim of a series of physical assaults.</description>
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      <dc:date>2010-01-24T17:06:35+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Triage instinct – part 2</title>
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      <description>On Sunday evening, around 19h15, a forty something year old man shows up in triage by ambulance because he had some sort of weakness during the morning. He&#8217;s an American Indian who came from up  North, escorted to the hospital because of a medical appointment he had to attend the next day. During my physical evaluation the patient didn&#8217;t show any signs of distress and didn&#8217;t complain of any symptoms. After the paramedic gave me her report she handed me and EKG strip in which she didn&#8217;t seem to know what it meant, but for me it seemed at first glance quite alarming, except  it didn&#8217;t fit the patient&#8217;s asymptomatic state.</description>
      <dc:subject></dc:subject>
      <dc:date>2010-01-24T03:04:36+00:00</dc:date>
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      <title>Triage instinct – part 1</title>
      <link>http://atthenursingstation.com/blog/view/triage_instinct_part_1/</link>
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      <description>A colleague of mine once told me, &#8216;&#8216;when a nurse tells me that she&#8217;s good doing triage, I know right a way that she&#8217;s wrong.&#8217;&#8217;&amp;nbsp;</description>
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