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The average age of an RN in 2004 was estimated to be 46 years. I will be 44 in May, so I am approaching that average. They also tend to be white (88%) and female (95%).
Although this essay is not a discussion of the nursing shortage, there is one. There are no doubts about it, we absolutely need to be recruiting more nurses all over the world. Of course, universities are still offering nursing courses, they’re just not being taken up. There are even courses on the Internet, like this bsn to dnp leadership programs online in nursing, though this is for already qualified nurses. If there was more awareness on what it means to be a nurse, perhaps there’d be a change. This is particularly true in Australia for example where nurses for the elderly are in short supply. With this in mind, if you are considering a career in nursing, completing a qualification in elderly care could be advantageous for your future job prospects. To learn more, try researching ‘Certificate iii in individual support Melbourne‘ online.
The fact that we have a nursing shortage is often not a central issue when we discuss the “health care crisis” in America, but it should be. According to surveys, all 50 states will be affected by the nursing shortage in varying degrees by the year 2015. By the year 2020, there will be a nursing shortage of approximately 340,000.
Clearly, areas in which there could be recruitment would be among men and non-Caucasian women. The reasons for the shortage are vast and varied. My own theory is that years ago when my mother became an RN, there were few career choices for women. Now, women have a broader range of options and while nursing does pay well, there are other sectors that do as well and they don’t involve shifts, weekends and holidays. The older nurses and I like to joke at work that a) our retirement plan is death and b) we will be caring the hell out of our patients in the coming years as we totter into rooms in on walkers or zip in on electric scooters. It is amusing.
It wasn’t my dream to become a nurse, although when I was growing up, I was always asked if I was going to be a nurse “just like mom”, when I got older I found it insulting nobody could conceive of a different future for me. My mother did not subject me to that. She told me not to be a nurse. However, I found myself going to nursing school at age 29 after flopping around in the job market doing contract jobs I actually liked but so no future in and jobs I altered my resume to get because I needed to eat and pay rent. So, yes, I lied on my resume to get jobs, specifically eliminating some of my education and manufacturing some experience that nobody checked up on. I did not want to be super nurse, be an angel, save the world, or do anything heroic. I wanted a job and I did worry when I entered training that I wouldn’t actually like it or even be competent at it. Unlike many of the younger students, I knew what I was getting into and had already worked shifts at poorly paid jobs, so the idea of working on a Saturday night was not a huge burden.
That I ended up in oncology and working with children was an accident. I like kids but not in a romantic, cutesy, mushy way. I have had them call me names, swing and make contact, tell me they hate me, had teenage boys ask for a younger prettier nurse, get spit at, bitten, the list goes on. When the younger kids told me they hated me I said I know you do, but I still like you. I have a particular approach that helps me when parents or kids are unpredictable and mean: compassion is a philosophy. Everybody deserves it even when we don’t feel like offering it, nothing and everything is personal, and this to shall pass. Now that I am a supervisor, I repeat “this to shall pass about a hundred times a night”. The other tactic my fellow supervisors and I use especially when we are already aware that it will be a challenging and unpleasant night is to say: even if it is a bad night we are gonna find some good in it. It works, when you deal with life and death and the unfairness of it all you really need a coherent philosophy to survive and avoid burnout. Most of my colleagues are Christians and I am not. I don’t make a public statement about it, but most of the ones I have worked with for a long time are aware of it.
I don’t represent a wider group, I have no insight into whether my ideas correspond with those of the average nurse. I suspect, although I cannot prove, that RNs tend to be either apolitical, or mildly conservative/traditional in beliefs. I do know in conversation with the staff I supervise there is a perception that men get promoted much more quickly in nursing, and that if nursing was a male dominated profession, the starting wage would be higher. According to “payscale” the average wages break down like this: an RN with less than one year of experience makes about 21.00 dollars an hour, an RN with 1-4 years experience makes about 23.00 dollars an hour, an RN with 5-9 years experience makes about 26.00 dollars an hour, an RN with 10-19 years of experience makes about 28.00 dollars an hour and those with 20 or more years experience about 30.00 dollars an hour. However, there are high wage areas and low wage areas, and making up to thirty bucks an hour in Mississippi ( which nobody in reality does) is much different than making that wage in NYC or San Francisco. Once working conditions, stress, shifts, and the tendency of hospitals to blame RNs for every error made even when it is not so, are factored in the wages do not seem so generous, but I am entirely biased. I am also the “house supervisor” at night, I can call a higher authority to address complicated issues, but when things go wrong, I am taken to task, and when things go well I rarely get the credit. I am fairly compensated for these responsibilities, I have a thick skin, and I am always willing to admit when I am wrong, and I consult the people I supervise and get their feedback. I supervise primarily younger RNs, they frequently tell me how I should be doing my job. I accept good ideas, and I also tell them when they are full of baloney.
One of the more frustrating aspects of my profession is not the work itself, or the working conditions, or the constant need for training to adapt to new technologies, procedure and medications, or when people are rude, over the line, and down right out of control because that is in essence all part of the “job”, it is the public perceptions and presentations of nursing and nurses in the MSM. If I had a dollar for every time I heard a salacious comment about giving or getting a bed bath from some brainless dolt well…. let’s say I could entirely finance things here. Yes, I do and have given bed baths and no they are not sexy or fun. For many young men and young women already struggling with body image issues because of illness, and are immobile they are vaguely humiliating and stressful. For many elderly people bed baths are just another reminder that they can’t care for themselves.
With a few notable exceptions, nurses are portrayed in TV and in movies that revolve around medical dramas as absent, silly, slutty, gossipy, mean, vindictive, and stupid. In the drama “House”, the hospital appears to operate entirely without nurses and makes the occasional snide references to them. I laugh in hysterics whenever I see the team of doctors administering lab tests, medications or taking patients to MRIs. If a doctor talked to me or my staff the way I have seen dialog on that program, I would be having a serious conversation with them followed by an email to their supervisor, my director, and a sit down meeting about communication. I do see realistic images of nurses on those Discovery Health programs and once in a while on ER. In general, when I see a resident covering my floor going down the wrong path, I tell them straight up. If they ignore me, I go above their head to a fellow, present my case/concerns and usually they listen. When we do nightly rounds we will argue with the doctors and push the issues we believe are paramount. In other words, the relationship is usually interactive, not a top down one. My particular institution may well be atypical. When residents complain to me about getting too many “stupid” phone calls from RNs, I tell them they could have gone and obtained their MBA if they don’t wish to receive late night phone calls, and they should be grateful that we have staffing ratios that allow the close monitoring of patients. They often don’t like me much. My job is not to be liked by the doctors, my job is to help the staff care for patients.
This website that focuses on many nursing issues does a superlative job of cataloging and analyzing the images that RNs often battle.
And apparently all nurses really want to do is “land” a doctor.
Or, perhaps, nurses are not actually medical professionals, just hand maidens who look cute and darn it don’t they know it.
If nursing was a male dominated profession would sexual imagery even be a major component of public perceptions? Would the sexual imagery mutate into a heroic and dynamic meme instead of a servile one? If nurses had a national union, would they be able to successfully counter negative imagery or is it too deeply embedded to be undermined by a counter offensive? There are also several other good reasons to ask about how the unionization of nurses at a national level could positively impact the health care system.
As usual, I have addressed a host of ideas, observations, and opinions and neglected to explore all of them thoroughly. I have danced around several sub-issues that probably require further exploration in order to paint a big canvass and for that I apologize. I purposefully offered a snapshot of my job as a way of explaining why for example I find the stereotyping of nurses so disturbing.
What do you think?
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i was (am, though not employed) a massage therapist. and im sure people dont fantasize nearly as much about massage therapists as they do nurses…but a certain percentage expect a ‘happy ending’, and i have even had clients provide their own happy ending when i leave them to get dressed…and leave me the evidence on my table…
great essay, very thought-provoking (most of them ‘g’ rated 😉 ….), recommended..
to tell you the truth… women are better advocates in my narrow experience.
it may be obvious to say, but nurses are as important as doctors. and should be paid accordingly.
in your job on the front lines, how do we compensate you for the trauma. you’re like sin eaters… trying to alleviate the suffering of your patients.
i’ve only met amazing nurses… women who really made the lives of my loved ones better while in their care. so thanks to all of you…
I understand about nurses…
my mother was a nurse and a damn fine one.
She was a thorough professional of the old school….went to a very demanding four year nurses school, ( wanted to be a doctor but in the time and place she grew up, there was neither the financial nor social support for that ambition).
She wore a cap with her pin on it, white stockings, no hair touching her collar…the whole protocol.
And she was brilliant and beautiful. I am sure that there were many who fantasisied about her, and fell “in love” with her.
She was given tremendous responsibilites because of her recognized abilities, but never really compensated accordingly.
At one time, she basically ran a whole VA facilty, with only visiting doctors. And she became a little jaundiced in her opinion of many ( certainly not all) doctors…after witnessing so many errors made by them…and so much blame laid at the feet of anyone but the doctor himself.
I thought about it too- and she also discouraged me , a bit ..( although she did love her profession). Said if that was what I wanted, that I should go to medical school.
Nursing is an absolutely essential field of work. It has always had to contend with this racy image. Before Florence Nightingale made it recogized and respectable, nurses were held as little better than prostitutes.
It is time we moved past this…far, far past…and recognise nurses for the amazing, incredibly hard-working, responsible vital professionals that they are.
Nurses and teachers….two critically important professions that I truly honor. And they are underpaid, and under appreciated!!!!!!!!!!!
begin stereotyping. I have one Aunt and two cousins who are nurses as well as one going to school. I never gave it serious consideration and after I worked in the business office of a hospital for about three years I knew I didn’t have what it took. Screaming seems to traumatize me and after we had a woman scream for days while she was passing with cancer that had also made its way into her brain followed by sadly a teenager with a fatal head injury who also screamed until he died………look girl, I’m a puss okay? I do seem to love labor and delivery nurses terribly, don’t know why but that was who became my friends when I worked at a hospital and I ate my meals with them. I suppose it’s because nothing seems to stir them up smaller than a nuke going off. I have met and worked with many many nurses now being Josh’s mom. They are each individual people. I suppose the one though that comes to mind the most deeply for me was my son’s nurse after he got out of ICU when they first installed all that titanium into his back. He didn’t really want me a whole lot for days after that. He had listened to me argue on the phone for hours about this “thing” and then when it was done it was very painful before the positives started showing up. The first thing he said to me when the morphine wore off enough to speak was, “look what you did!” She was his day nurse and she bathed him so gently and wrapped him in warm blankets and she helped him heal and I had to let him have her and it hurt, but he needed her and her attention and affection and my job and what I could do for him until he got beyond being totally pissed at me was done.
i just feel the massage and it’s like my mind goes splat and flattens out in a nice way… and the body takes over