Questions are out of place on occasion.

Today I saw a nurse I’d never seen before. She sais she normally works in an area about a half hour from here that largely consists of senior citizens.
She began by telling me she’d need to be seated to care for me because after nursing for 40+ years she had a bad back. Poor hubby now had to move the beastly heavy coffee table in order to bring a kitchen chair over to the couch.
She took my vitals, checking some things other nurses haven’t and not checking some things all the other nurses have. All the while she kept asking how the other nurses did things. When it came time to change the wound dressing, she had many questions. I was not feeling particularly warm and fuzzy by this point. So she unpacks the dressing and cleans the wound. Then she begins to put the new wet dressing in. She made a point of showing my husband how she was fluffing the gauze, but yet she was really tamping it down in the wound to the point where I was having a little pain. I just kept doing my breathing and hung on to the back of the couch. Then when she went to tape everything down, she pressed so hard on my stomach it took my breath away. She finished up and left.
I was thinking maybe I was just sensitive today and imagined it, but my husband says “wow it looked really uncomfortable when she was putting the dressing in”.
Several hours have gone by now and my belly is still sore. I wonder if she asked all those questions because she had little experience with this type of wound, or because she was so old she’d forgotten.

Category: Health