Germ-O-Phobe

I am a germ-o-phobe. A germ freak. Completely OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) about germs. I don't know if nursing has made this better or worse, mostly likely worse. I imagine unseen germs on everything everywhere. For instance, I have an entire routine for dressing, going to work, and undressing. I put on my scrubs for work and since I bring little things like alcohol pads and blunt tip needles home in my pockets, I load up my pockets, then wash my hands. I grab the rest of my crap for work. I leave my name tag and stethoscope in my car and yell at anyone who tries to touch them- I then make them wash their hands. At work I have to have everything in my room in order, clean, and straight, especially my IV lines and other tubes and you better not touch anything in that room either. As I've discovered, this is actually a common trait of night ICU RN's. We all seem to be OCD about cleanliness and order for some reason. Back to germs...Everytime I touch something in the room, especially the patient I basically use alcohol rub or wash my hands. I use alcohol pads on everything too. Hey, better overly cautious than under, right?! My biggest pet peeve is seeing RN's not wearing gowns, gloves (and sometimes masks) in isolation rooms. Drives me nuts. What's even worse than that is when I notice they don't wash their hands, I cringe inside everytime. C-Diff is the worst (a nasty bacteria in stool that spreads like crazy and stinks, by the way) because you CANNOT use alcohol rub on your hands with c-diff patients. It basically takes off all the good bugs on your hands and allows the c-diff to grow. GROSSSSS....You HAVE TO wash your hands. Yet people still don't wash their hands. Ugh. Moving on to heading home. I only wear 1 specific coat to work and I don't wear it anywhere else, same with gloves, scarf, and hat. These items all touch my germy body and scrubs, why would I want to wear them on my day off and invite those germs back onto my body. No thanks. I know basically no one else thinks of this and I wish they would. When I get home, I don't touch anything without washing my hands first and I UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES will let anyone touch me. My scrubs go directly into the dirty laundry baskets. My shoes have their own box in a separate closet. They are essentially quarantined. haha I shower, then put on new clothes. Some mornings this sucks cuz our water isn't very warm and all I want to do is sleep. But there is no way I would lay in my sheets with my nasty scrubs/ skin. Do you have any idea how many bodily fluids, gross things, germs I touch at work a night?! I don't want that on my sheets. (Shudder) YUCK. When I do the laundry (or the rare occassion my husband does it) I immediately wash my hands after putting it in the washer. Yes, I am actually that bad. You should see me with germs in the rest of my life. But I can't get this story from another nurse out of my head, where she said they swabbed the nostrils of the nurse her entire family and even the family dog and they ALL came back positive for MRSA (nasty antibiotic resistant bacteria). Yeah, I want to avoid that if at all possible. My poor future children will never get to play anywhere in public. Alright, now that I have the willies thinking about germs, I'm gonna go now. You should wash your hands. Trust me, you don't know what you've been touching! PERFECT! I'm glad other nurses see invisible germs growing on surfaces.

Glamorous, this is....NOT

A little update since I haven't blogged in so long- I am currently working as a nurse (duh) in a new hospital in an Intensive Care Unit. We do everything from Medical/ Surgical to Coronary Care to Cardiovascular to a small amount of Neuroscience (MSICU, CCU, CVICU, & NSICU). I always thought I would specialize in something, but at least this keeps me up on all of my body systems. Who am I kidding though, most of the time I feel like I don't have a clue about what the hell I am doing. Comforting, huh?! So much for getting out of school and not having to study anymore. Haha, yeah, no deal. I still have to study a ton. I've learned nursing school didn't teach me squat. Bleh. One of my coworkers was telling me the other night about her sister who never got a degree and now makes 6 figures and gets to dress up to go to work everyday. We, on the other hand, wear what is basically pajamas to work everynight. I had to work my ass off to get two degrees over 7 1/2 years of college and I make barely enough to get by. What kind of deal is that? Really. As I was standing in this lovely outfit(plus gloves)

that we have to wear in isolation (infection patients) rooms holding the head of a puking, kicking, punching, screaming, crapping patient while another nurse put down a NG tube (nasogastric tube so she won't puke anymore), I reflected on the fact, glamorous this job is, not; and we are, not. Nights like that I honestly have to search really deep to find a reason why I keep doing this and why I ever wanted to do it in the first place. Cuz' let me tell you just how fun this is. I don't even like germs (that's another blog, coming soon though). Haha, not that anyone likes germs. Wiping butts (when it's not your own kids) and being there when a family finds out that their family member is dying is not really my idea of a good time. SO glad I spent so much on school for this. Oh well, I guess it's the occasional feeling of knowing that you might have actually helped someone (patient or family) or easied their pain for a night. It's the occasional adrenaline rush that I live for. It's the love of medicine. It's the thrill of getting to do all the things I've wanted to do for so long. It's the teaching. It's the occasional thank you's. It's the hoping that you actually made a difference in someone's life. It's the things I learn everyday. It's the joy of getting to tell someone that they're doing better. It's getting to be real. It's being me...Oh well, I guess glamour will have to wait for another day.