Let Her Die

I rarely use this word, but this is so much, “Bull,” about nothing!  The person followed procedure, and I have not heard one news agency who has been able to tell me she was even trained in CPR. Secondly, CPR is new, so maybe I would have pressed on her chest gently to see if I could rouse her a little, but the over all effectiveness of CPR is around 40% even when done by the pros.  This is not a care setting we are speaking of, and most people in such a setting go there to get away from mask toting lunatics who even think CPR is about giving rescue breaths anymore.  I have not even taken the new course, for I no longer practice nursing; but leave your little old mask home heros and heroines, because the rescue breaths do a big bunch of nothing, but compressing the heart which you are going to get to by cracking that poor old soul’s ribs under your hands may have bought her a day or two on life support.  I cannot imagine that somewhere in their admission to the facility that the patient or family was not told that resuscitation is not to be done in people’s own homes.  That dining room was her dining room, and I am not seeing you bursting in her dining room when she keels over at dinner to break her ribs and induce horrible pain as the last thing that poor woman would enjoy.

Whoever made a big old news story out of this ought to have to be the one who takes in to each news service the number of people murdered in the USA over a 24 hour period to show this country that we are in a crisis of violence instead of beating up on a poor care taker trying not to disturb everyone else who would have guest in the dining room by screaming, “Does anyone here know CPR?”  I helped on planes several times when physicians would not answer emergency calls to the back where someone was passed out and the airline was endeavoring to not panic an entire plane full of people, but please — Again, this was no different than had she taken her dinner in her room.  I am growing older, and in my independent living setting, you better be really careful crashing some 87 year old woman’s bones in front of me.

I worked in a Hospice, and it is because of assanine people who wanted this woman resuscitated that some Hospices have gone to pleasing the public by allowing people to enter without DNRs.  I was a baccalaureate RN with two more years toward medical school, and our Hospice policy was no resuscitation.  I wish some good lawyer would step forth right now and help this poor woman who stood by that body doing what she was supposed to; and No,  we do not take our instructions from the telephone people who answer at 911, and it is not their job to instruct a health care worker or facility to do their job.  I would like to see that anxious CPR nervous Nelly in front of the courts for causing a good meaning person to be demoralized on national television.  It reminds me of the time a funeral home boy decided to tell me how to take care of the body before he got there, and I took care of the body, loved them, let their family sit in, and made them look as peaceful as possible, closing their eyes, for eyes do not always close, and people start looking fairly blue when oxygen all goes to the brain in a last ditch moment of self preservation; so I did what a Hospice nurse does and I was always willing to help the funeral home get the body on a tray bed, but there was no way in hell that I was going to do all of his tagging and labeling, for we were not a hospital;  We were a Hospice, the place where a pilgrim comes to rest when they are tired and ill, and I let that little creep have it when I have him a firm, “No,” to his instructions, for I knew what every funeral home expected, and he was going to complain to every body but the president about me.  I had about five other patients to make feel, “At Home,” that night, and I had to get death off of me, go in to rooms smiling and pretend that I had not known that person who went out the door.

We need to come to terms with there is a time to live, and a time to die, and if you collapse in your apartment, or you have chosen to go to the dining room, then your family is lucky you did not have to go into a care setting.  I am seething that this made national news.  Anyone talked with some of the PTSD military today?

That would be news.  Barbara Everett Heintz, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” Amazon, Kindle, Create Space

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