These are the ramblings and rantings of a nurse. The disclaimer: The emotions are real but the people's names and circumstances are fictionalized and changed to protect their identity. Any resemblance to real life people and circumstances is purely coincidental. This blog was born out of my need to vent my personal feelings and share my professional experiences with death and dying, caring for and saving lives.
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For the past three weeks I've been experiencing shooting, sharp and nagging pain
on my left foot particularly the arch. I thought it was precipitated when I did some vigorous dancing
at a party we threw for Halloween but was past ignoring and hoping it will go away. I have had to call in sick
last week since I ended up limping after a particularly gruelling 12 hour shift. A few co-workers have surmised that perhaps I need a new pair of work shoes. And I was like," Are you kidding me? What's wrong with the ones I'm wearing now? It's not falling apart yet or anything. Sure it could use a little bit of cleaning but it still looks good to me. Plus, I like the color (ceil blue)." I've gotten a few compliments on them, in fact. Also, I've been wearing it for more than a year and never had this problem before. So, I went about my business and suffered a few nights of agony whenever I have to pace the hallways like I was on a walkathon
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With my husband's urging yesterday, I finally got fed up and decided to stop being cheap and purchase a new pair. It took me almost an hour to find a pair I felt was worth replacing my old ones. I was a bit skeptical
about going to work last night as I felt my foot truly needed a break from all that walking but I would have to forfeit my holiday pay if I called in sick again. So, with my new unbroken pair of clogs, I braved another night shift of pounding the hospital hallways.
For the first two hours I felt guarded and a little bit achy but the rest of the shift went fine without pain shooting up my leg. In the midst of rushing to finish tasks, I almost forgot about my foot problems.
Boy, was I glad to be wearing these shoes. Anyway, why am I devoting an entry on this? What does it have to do with nursing? I'd say it has a LOT to do with the job.
Being a nurse and on your feet 12 hours a day (or night), we need shoes that are comfortable, practical and add an element of joy to your hard working feet. My new shoes are just that. I bought the Quark Quarky white clogs.

This is the product description from their website:
Designed with revolutionary new proprietary technology the original Quarky clog is out-of-this-world. It is the lightest clog in the world at 4.2 oz. and weighs less than $.43 in change so it feels like you’re walking on air. The patented compound of EVA and rubber will stretch and mold to the shape of your foot for superior comfort and a perfect fit. The removable foot bed provides extra support under your arch where you need it most, and utilizes DRYZ Moisture Management to regulate the temperature inside the clog, keeping your feet cool and leaving the shoes fresh for the next day.
Anyway, short of sounding like shilling for the footwear company, I hope I made a wise selection. It remains to be seen in the next few days.
The one thing I learned from this experience was to listen to what your body (or parts) tells you.
A lot of this minor ailments
could have been prevented or treated by using the common sense and acting in a timely manner. So many patients have ignored their symptoms for long periods of time that when they finally paid their MDs a visit or went to the ED
, their disease are far into its advance and malignant stages. I, for one, am guilty for not doing my BSE (Breast Self Exam) regularly. Admittedly, sometimes it's out of fear of finding a
suspicious lump one day and not knowing if I can deal with that possibility. All I can do is to muster that courage from time to time when I am in the shower and happen to remember the many women who have not survived breast cancer due to a late diagnosis and treatment. I'll just have to imagine hard enough and try to be in their shoes so I don't have to make that painful walk feeling like there's a knife hanging over my head.
