During the 1830s British hospitals were a far cry from the standard of healthcare we expect at all. With a lack of institutions to cater for the seriously ill, those who did receive treatment would not necessarily benefit from being hospitalized, as the care available was hardly an improvement on being nursed at home. The Victorian period saw a vast growth in the number of hospitals in Britain and these infirmaries became increasingly involved with the education of health care and medical professions. Yet despite the growing role of hospitals, there were wide variations in the quality of medical services available. The types of hospitals that were available, differ from the celebrated specialist institutions served by famous surgeons to the appalling workhouse infirmaries where the patients were looked after by untrained pauper nurses. the buildings, beds, waiting rooms and even ambulances that served the Victorian people, was the healthcare mostly available to the rich rather than the poor.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Wet Nursing
Working Conditions
La Nourrice
Relations with my patients
Many of the other nurses do not act as I do. They are very blunt and not soft spoken at all. I hate to say that the treatment of our patients here is somewhat odd. It is more than just a clinic for the ill, some of my fellow peers enjoy having sexually relations with these battered and beaten men, but mostly the injured soldiers who feel as if they nee company since they are away from home. The men don’t seem to mind though and will even suggest it from time to time. I try to treat my patients well and nurse them just like Nightingale, but mostly just like my title states. They wish for me to provide the same feeling of my walls that my peers do. When the patients start getting out of control and start taking it a little too far, I curse at them and remove their hands from my garments. Fellow nurses always tell m often to join in with them, but I simply just amuse them by saying "maybe next time"... works every time.
Common Diseases
Florence Nightingale
In 1820, the mother of nursing, Florence Nightingale was born into the wealthy family of William Nightingale and Fanny Nightingale. She was baptized in the Church of England and as a teenager she would write in her diary about how Jesus Christ called her to His service. At the age of 25, Florence told her parents she wanted to become a nurse. Her parents didn’t agree with her decision because nursing had a reputation of being associated with alcoholism and prostitution. Even though her parents didn’t agree with her decision, Florence kept serving Jesus and became a Nursing Superintendent in London in 1853.
Cholera
As I was becoming a nurse, I knew exactly what I was getting myself into. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy but I was willing to set myself up for the challenge. The beginning of my nursing career was just how I expected it to be. At first, everything seemed to be very calm and slow. I knew I would be starting off helping patients by giving them their medication or making sure they were doing okay, but I had a feeling this wasn’t going to last for long. It’s obvious that sicknesses vary from mild to severe, but I never really took the time to actually think of how ‘severe’ things could actually get in a hospital. Chicken pox, cow pox, mumps, measles, whooping cough, polio, small pox, and influenza became the common illnesses I first started to treat. I began to get used to seeing these types of illnesses that I completely forgot about actual severe diseases until I saw a little boy being rushed in. when I first saw this inn
ocent child I began to tear up. I never imagined I would be seeing such things. The poor boy looked weak and all I could see was his skeletal lining through his skin like a bag whose air had gotten sucked out. His eyes looked as if they were half way opened but they revealed the pain he was going through. Since he was one of our first patients with this out of the ordinary disease we didn’t know how to treat it. We all did our best to keep him alive for as long as we could but we ended up losing him weeks later. After this incident, more and more patients started coming in with similar symptoms. As soon as we found out this disease was Cholera, we began to find ways to cure it. I will always remember this young little boy who died innocently but its patients like him who make me love my job because I know I’m giving my all to try and save them.
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