10/07/2026
Nurseâs notes:
Back in the day, our notes were written on a pad of white paper with blue lines with the top header boldly typed NURSES NOTES. We wrote in black ink.
Today, everything is done electronically. I document electronically. I send scripts electronically. I research electronically. The one thing that a computer cannot do is replicate human connection.
You see this picture and probably laugh hysterically like I do at the blonde hair. This was me three decades ago with a fresh LPN diploma and the keys to the Med cart. I trembled at every med pass, fearful of making a mistakeâŚâŚ.Just like I tremble every time I send a prescription to the pharmacy. What if I make a mistake?
Today, I sat in my office with a woman with the label of geriatric. If you remove that label, youâll notice sheâs still a woman. A woman whose brain never shuts off, self diagnosed ADHD. She came to me two months ago after every provider refused to give her the medication she wanted and needed due to her âage and cardiac riskâ. She heard I would help her.
She came to me in tears begging for help. I researched the medicine, indication, dosage, contraindications, and adverse reactions. Every section screamed caution due to her âageâ. When I would look up from my computer screen, I would see her face. Besides her amazing skin, thanks to Loraâs facial techniques, I saw desperation in her eyes. I made her recite OUT-LOUD every significant adverse reaction this medication could cause her, âbecause of her ageâ. I made her pinky promise to call me if her heart even fluttered weird. đ But we did it. We took that leap hand-in-hand.
First, I made her go get an ECG, which now thanks to the Ripley Co. health department, we will be able to do those in the office. Everything came back good so I sent in the script. Iâve spent countless nights worrying over her. And she would send me sweet text throughout the week reassuring me that she was doing great.
Today, she sat on my office for her follow up. Yes, I make everyone come in for follow ups. I want see your eyes. I want to listen to your heart. But I also want to feel your heart and know how you are doing body, mind and soul. âĽď¸
She was radiant! She went on and on about how much better she feels and made me pinky promise to never take the medication away from her. And then she said the words, âyou do not understand how it feels to be meâ.
No, I donât. But Iâm a nurse. A nurse with empathy, compassion, and a script pad.
So many things have changed in nursing over the last three decades of my career, but the one thing that hasnât is the individual needs of people.
As I go to bed tonight, I thank God for this awesome opportunity to be able to walk alongside people throughout this life and make their days a little better, even if it is through an electronic RX.
Nite, friends!
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