What follows is something didactically unwise. I'll show you what's wrong. But since all the talking has done nothing, I hope that pictures will explain the problem in a more understandable way. Because no, this is a serious matter and no, I don't find it funny or laughable when my breathing mask is ripped off my skull again. It's about as incomprehensible to me as when my nurses tell me they know I can hardly breathe on my left side and choke on my own saliva practically non-stop. But that way it's easier for the carer. Haha, laugh. There it was again, that laugh that almost seems a little awkward to me. No, I don't find that funny either. I put up with it because, despite everything, I feel I'm in good hands here. And let's face it, what choice do I have?
That's when you realise how jaded I have become after three nursing services. There were friends with me, some of them intensive care nurses themselves, when this statement was made. The look wanted to express something like astonishment. One could also say sheer horror. Well, that's how it is. There are worse things.
Even with regard to the shitty laugh, I have experienced worse. It's psychologically interesting that the nurses who complain the most about their own colleagues are no better themselves. It was less than a week ago that they put a mask on me at night with half of it missing. Tales follow about parts that must have fallen under the bed. Or the colleagues from the day service are all disabled. Haha, laugh, that's never happened before, how funny. Wait a minute, you're about to get the old mask again, but I'm really laughing my head off, it's so funny.
Hm, I have a different opinion. First of all, I am the only one here who is disabled, officially 90% severely disabled and severely disabled in other ways. LOL. Yet I am capable of checking a mask before I put it on. In a patient with - I'll just call it that now - known anxiety disorder because of the ventilation anyway, but also in general. It's a mystery to me how you can forget something like that. In any case, the colleagues are not to blame, the mask cushion was cleaned and put aside to dry. So it's not under the bed either, you knobhead. And secondly, at the risk of repeating myself, no, I don't find it funny at all. Not funny. Not a laughing matter. Indiscernible. I'm done.
I will not be able to change anyone. But I can at least keep pointing out what is often done wrong in the hope that it will at least happen less often in the future. And because the subject of masks is apparently still a spectre for many nurses, let's start with exactly that.
| Right: | Wrong: |
|---|---|
The tube lies loosely on the bed in a loop. | The hose hangs down from the mask directly to the edge of the bed. |
When straightening the mask, the tube has enough play and the caregiver pays attention to it. | The tube is pinched by the carer's body. |
The hose hangs loosely in the direction of the hose connection.  | The tube is in an unintended direction and lifts the mask away from the nose.  |
The tube has no influence on the sitting posture.  | The too-tight hose pulls my head to the side.  |
Before turning on the side, enough reserve was put on the bed.  | A lack of reserve has already led to the hose being torn off often enough.  |
