: William B. Patrick
: The Call of Nursing Stories from the Front Lines of Health Care
: Hudson Whitman/ Excelsior College Press
: 9780989845199
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: CHF 9.40
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: English
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The Call of Nursing is not your typical book about nurses. In it, we go behind the curtain of silence that hangs across the profession. It lets us hear why nurses today do what they do, and allows those nurses to show us-in their own words-what has mattered most to them in their professional careers. The twenty-three intimate self-portraits in The Call of Nursing help us see more clearly the kinds of challenges nurses face and accept on a routine basis, and offer a rare glimpse into lives of women and men committed to care and service.

DR. COLLEEN WALSH


I have worked as a nurse on orthopedic units at Level I trauma centers in Boston, in Albany, New York, in Charlottesville, Virginia, and in Ann Arbor, Michigan, among other places, for over thirty years. I have also completed four nursing degrees while I was working full time and raising a family. In 2011, I earned my doctorate of nursing practice from the University of Southern Indiana, in Evansville, where I am currently an assistant professor of nursing.

I always knew I was going to be a nurse. There was never a time during my early schooling, elementary through high school, when I didn’t want to be one. There were absolutely no medical people in my family, so I don’t know where my inspiration came from. It was just something I innately felt I wanted to do, and I never wavered from that course. I guess I was born that way.

However, I was also born with knock knees. Knock knees are when your knees rub together but your feet point out. It’s the opposite of bowlegged. To make it worse, I was your typical chubby kid, and weight exacerbates that problem. My kneecaps would dislocate and at times it was very painful to walk. I had my first cast on when I was seven, and I went through my first major procedure in 1963, when I was only eleven. Over the course of my lifetime, I have undergone seven more surgical procedures to correct the problem. So I possessed a natural affinity for orthopedics because I knew what it was like to be on the other side of the cast.

When I was sixteen, after my second major procedure, a Nurse Ratched type took care of me. She made me cry every single day I was in the hospital. Now that I look back on it, though, she was probably doing what she was supposed to do. But it was the manner in which she did it. She was mean. She made fun of me and called me a baby. Even with that, I still wanted to join the profession, and I swore I would do everything I could to become the antithesis of that nurse.

On my first orthopedic rotation during nursing school, I immediately empathized with the patients. I understood the sheer magnitude of being stuck in that bed. I had experienced some of the mechanics of orthopedics, in terms of traction and weights and how they kept bones in place, and that certainly helped. I definitely knew what it felt like having little plaster crumbs under my butt, and getting a rash that drove me crazy, and how much it meant to have clean sheets. Those small things might sound unimportant, but they’re magnified into an incessant form of daily torture when you’re a patient.

There weren’t too many of us who specialized in orthopedics when I started working. As an orthopedic nurse, I was dedicated to alleviating pain and restoring function due to musculoskeleta