Friday, February 10, 2017

and again

Just read another one. Just like the first one.

This one says: "Being a nurse isn’t about grades, it’s about being who we are. No book can teach you how to cry with a patient. No class can teach you how to tell their family that their parents have died or are dying. No professor can teach you how to find dignity in giving someone a bed bath. A nurse is not about the pills or the charting. It’s about being able to love people when they’re at their weakest moments."

I disagree. I can and do teach these things.

According to this writer, nursing can't be taught. Nursing isn't about books, classes, or instruction. It's not critical thinking, interventions, teamwork, or communication. So what the heck am I doing? Why bother with nursing school? Just get some loving people and turn them loose with stethoscopes and needles.

According to this person nursing is love. Just love.

Nursing is all those things. The art AND the science. Thinking and expressing compassion. Heart and brain.

I find this view of nursing (just love, can't be taught) to be so demeaning. It diminishes us. Yes, I have a heart. Yes, great nurses express compassion. But we also have brains. We're scientists and health detectives. Not just girly hand-holders, we have brains. We assess, plan, intervene, and evaluate. That's the nursing process and it's the foundation of our practice.

I can teach all these things, the science and the art, and if they're not important, then what the heck am I doing as a nursing instructor? Just unleash some lovey hand-holders if that's all nursing is. End of rant.