Sunday, March 9, 2014

Marko & Maria (Part 4 preview)



Marko’s was standing so close to Maria that she could feel the heat coming off his body while thinking; I never want this moment to end.

Marko’s lips moved ever so slightly to Maria’s ear. “Every fiber in my body is telling me to kiss you, but I can’t.” Marko slowly breathed out his words.

Maria could feel the palms of her hands start to become clammy. She whispered, “What is stopping you?” As a small chill started to travel from the back of her neck down her spine.

“You know why I can’t.” Marko whispered back while ever so slowly backing his lips away from her ear.


“I know why, but I don’t care Marko.” Maria looked up and started to stare into Marko’s stunning blue eyes. Damn you Marko! Why won’t you just kiss me? I have given you every opportunity. Is it me? She thought as she started to lose herself Marko’s eyes. 

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Nursing Culture



Nursing Culture



CS204: Professional Presence



12/8/2013



Shaun Johnson



Culture is defined as the beliefs, customs, arts, etc., of a particular society, group, place, or time; a particular society that has its own beliefs, ways of life, art, etc.; a way of thinking, behaving, or working that exists in a place or organization (such as a business) (Culture, 2013).
Nurse is defined as a person who is trained to care for the sick or injured people and who usually works in a hospital or doctor’s office; a woman who is paid to take care of a young child usually in the child’s home; to give special care or attention to (something): to try to keep (something) from failing (Nurse, 2013).
Now, nursing culture and image (both image and culture go hand-to-hand) from the 19th century to present day has been one of respect, authority, kind, caring, compassionate, honest, and trustworthy (Gordon, 2006 and Ludwick & Cipriano, 2000); however, to have that respect, there have been some roadblocks and preconceived notions that to this day, nurses are having a hard time overcoming. During the 19th century, there were two opposing views on nursing. The first has the image that Florence Nightingale, the mother of modern nursing, represented a symbol of excellence, which gave the profession of nursing public acceptance and respect throughout the world (Hanbury, 2008). The second came from the novel Martin Chuzzlewit by Charles Dickens. The novel had a character named Sairy Gamp, a midwife. The character was depicted as uneducated, untrained, old and fat, rough and unsightly, and has taught to say little and do much (Hanbury, 2008 & Gordon, 2006). These are two opposing views on nursing, within the same time, that were prevalent in the United Kingdom.
The duality of the nurse image continued into the 1890s and to World War I. Nursing as a profession was growing very quickly during this period within that United States (Hanbury, 2008). However, there has a paradigm shift with the image of nursing. It changed from the unkempt appearance that Charles Dickens portrayed to a physical image of authority, control, and power (Hanbury, 2008). However, with the cultural shift going on the early 1900s, nurses were also looked at as a Gibson Girl. A Gibson Girl was a woman that portrayed an air of self-confidence and could overcome any problem or situation, while being the envy of the people that knew her. She was remote but accessible when needed (The Gibson Girl: The Ideal Woman of the Early 1900s, 2001). She was the Barbie of the time.  The Gibson Girl image of what nursing culture was, brought a positive view back to the culture of nursing.
This positive view on the nursing filed held until the Jazz age of the 1920s and the birth of the flapper[1]. With the birth of the flapper, nurses were viewed as servants and had romantic liaisons with the male doctors because of the smoking, free talk about sex, and all night parties (Hanbury, 2008 & Trueman, 2013). With this view, the nursing culture took a devastating hit. Women during the Jazz age, the younger generation did not want to follow their mother into the same work (Trueman, 2013). Moreover, leading the nursing field into crisis, not only in numbers, but also with the culture of nursing. Without new, younger workers entering the nurse field, the nursing culture become stagnant and looked down upon (Hanbury, 2008).
At the end of the Jazz age, World War II started. During World War II, nurses were in great demand. Since the demand was so high the United States military started to recruit skilled nurses and started to offer training for women to become nurses. This was the first time that the education and skills that the nurse obtains was put front and center (Hanbury, 2008). In addition, the public started to realize that nurses have medical knowledge and help participate in medical cures (Gordon, 2006). During World War II, nurses were viewed as leaders, admirable, and courageous to their peers (Hanbury, 2008). This held true with the nursing culture. Since the nursing culture was strong, the nursing shortage was almost gone.
From the 1960s to the present, the nursing culture started to try to overcome roadblock after roadblock due to the media, mainly from television. During the eleven year television run of M*A*S*H, which spawned from a novel and a movie, there was a nurse named Margaret “Hot Lips” Houlihan (M*A*S*H, 2013). This caused viewers to view the nurse as a promiscuous sex object (Hanbury, 2008). The sexualization of nurses’ trend continued with the most popular television shows from 1995 to the present.
The first television show that did show some true nurse culture was ER in 1995; however, the image turned from an educated, well skilled nurse to a sex object for Dr. Ross (George Clooney) (ER, 2013). With Scrubs, House, Nurse Jackie, and Grey’s Anatomy following the same trend of showing nurse as people who only toss around IV bags, taking vital signs, are addicted to drugs, and dating doctors the image of nurses is continuing in a downward spiral regardless of the education, skills, and caring spirit that nurses actual have (Hanbury, 2008).
So where do does this leave the nursing image and culture?
It leaves this great profession in dire crisis. More people do not want to become nurses because of the way that nurses are portrayed on television (Neilson & Lauder, 2008). “I would not and do not want to be viewed or seen as an easy woman with no sexual morals – nurses are seen as easy for doctor”, “The sexual stereotype is always there and seems to be reinforced when you view TV programs and if you see nurses on adverts or in films they are always female with short skirts and enormous chests” (Neilson & Lauder, 2008). With the lack of people entering school to become nurses, that world is entering a shortage that may take a decade to come out from.
Unfortunately, media influences people. There needs to be a paradigm shift in television programs that shows what nursing culture really is. A culture of well educated, well skilled, caring, compassionate, and motivated people that want to help the sick.
This culture of helping people with respect from doctors has been reiterated by my interviews with Amy Douglass, RN and Cheryl Weimer, RN, with a combined nurse experience of thirty-five years.
Both of these nurses have worked in a hospital setting as well as a specialty doctor’s office.
Ms. Douglass describes the culture of nursing in a hospital setting as very restrictive. There are certain protocols that nurses in a hospital have to follow. They have to give medications at a certain time and do certain things (procedures, take vitals, discharge a patient, and etc.). Ms. Douglass has portrayed that the culture in a hospital in Texas[2] is one of servitude. The preconceived notion that nurse culture is one of service, not only to the patients but also to the doctors, has been confirmed.
While Ms. Weimer describes a very different view of the nursing culture while in the hospital setting. During her time as a nurse in New York, she describes that the nursing culture was one that was cutthroat. When she was hired and started her training, her preceptor was very annoyed that she had to train Ms. Weimer. The older nurses did not want to train the younger nurses that were coming into the field. “That nurses eat their young.” This is an aspect that I did not realize. I was always under the impression that older nurses would take the younger nurses under their wings and show them the ropes while passing along their knowledge that they obtained from real world experience. To pass the baton to the younger generation. Apparently, this is not the case.
Ms. Douglass describes a very different view of the nursing culture while working in a specialty doctor’s office. The culture is one that is more based on trust and respect. The doctors[3] that she works for have full faith that she will do what needs to be done for the patient. She has the independence to use her knowledge to do what needs to be done.
However, Ms. Weimer describes a very different view of the nursing culture while working in a specialty doctor’s office. Her view is that she does not seem that she is helping patients because she does manage a clinical staff of twenty people made up of nurses, medical assistants, and clinical team assistants. This is a contradictory view of what the nursing culture is. Nurses’ help patients get better, with being in a managerial role, this impedes on the culture that she has been in for eighteen years.
In conclusion, the nursing culture is ever changing and there are many different views on what the culture is. The culture of a nurse is dictated by where they work. Either a doctor’s office or a hospital. Even in the hospital, the culture of nursing is different based on the department that you work in. The emergency room nurses will have a different culture from the nurses that work in the maternity wing. However, some aspects of that nursing culture translate from the hospital to a doctor’s office, and vice versa. Nurses are caring, compassionate, well educated, well skilled, trustworthy, and respected by patients and doctors. Not the drug seeking, sex objects for doctors that television shows portray; however, there is always a couple in every crowd.
Male nursing culture is still trying to break through the norms that are perceived by the majority of the public. Male nurses are also caring, compassionate, well educated, well skilled, trustworthy, and respected; however, with this female dominated field, male nurses are looked down upon by some patients and by some female nurses. This will be an ongoing issue until more males enter the nursing field.


  Works Cited
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ER. (2013). Retrieved from IMDB: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108757/

Flapper. (2013). Retrieved from The Free Dictionary: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/flapper

Gordon, S. (2006, June). What Do Nurses Really Do? Retrieved from Medscape: http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/520714_1

Hanbury, J. (2008). Changing media images of nursing is key to promoting it as a profession. Retrieved from Advance Healthcare Network: http://nursing.advanceweb.com/article/image-of-nursing.aspx

Ludwick, R., & Cipriano, S. (2000, August 14). Ethics: Nursing Around the World: Cultural Values and Ethical Conflicts. Retrieved from The Online Journal of Issues in Nursing: http://www.nursingworld.org/MainMenuCategories/ANAMarketplace/ANAPeriodicals/OJIN/Columns/Ethics/CulturalValuesandEthicalConflicts.aspx

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Trueman, C. (2013). The Jazz Age. Retrieved from History Learing Site: http://www.historylearningsite.co.uk/1920s_America.htm




[1] A young woman, especially one in the 1920s who showed disdain for conventional dress and behavior (Flapper, 2013).
[2] This information was from a conversation that Ms. Douglass and I had one year ago. Not an interview question.
[3] Ms. Douglass, Ms. Weimer, and I all work in the same office. For full disclosure, Ms. Weimer is my boss. 

Monday, November 12, 2012

Marko & Maria (Part 3)



Why couldn’t this ring belong to me? Maria thought while she started to move her fingers back up Marko’s arm.

“Maria, I can’t do this.”

“Do what exactly?” Maria asked while looking longingly into Marko’s eyes.

“I can’t be with you Maria. I know how you feel about me, but I can’t Maria. I just can’t.”

Maria started to slowly back away from Marko. “If you know how I feel about you than why did you come over?”

“I don’t know.” Marko replied while looking down. “I guess. I guess I just needed to find out for myself.”

“Find out what Marko?”

“If the feelings where still there,” Marko said while taking a step backwards.

“Yes” Maria said sheepishly.

“Marko, I have always had feelings for you.”

“Then why didn’t you do anything about it.”

“I tired. I just.” Maria said while she started to blush. “I just couldn’t”

“Why”

“I don’t know. I didn’t want to ruin things between us.”

Mario started to take a couple of steps back while rubbing his forehead. “Maria, you had your chances to say something.”

“Really? When?”

“I don’t know Maria, maybe back in high school. Before I went to Europe, after I got back. The numerous weddings we did. The week before my wedding when we had lunch. You had your chances Maria.”

Maria put her head down, “I know I had my chances, but I just couldn’t do it. I. I. I.”

“Maria, why are you doing this now? You know I won’t leave Amelia.”

“I know that.”

“Then why? Why are you doing this? Why now?

“Marko.” Maria said while taking a deep breath in. “What you don’t understand is that I couldn’t do it until now. You always had this je ne sais quoi about you that I could not break through until now. You have always been in the forefront in everything that you do. Nevertheless, since being married you have come down from the mountaintop that I could never reach. You are at a place where I can reach you Marko. You had made it impossible for me to say what I have always wanted to say to you.”

Marko just stood there looking into Maria’s eyes. Locked on them, feeling shocked with what Maria was telling him.

Maria continued, “I know that the timing is not ideal, but I had no other choice. You gave me no other choice. I know that you love Amelia. I know that you are not going to leave her.” Maria takes a step towards Marko. “Marko, you are the only person that gets me. You are the only person that understands me. You get my joke. You make feel like alive when we are near each other.”

With a very somber tone in his voice, “Maria.”

Maria walked up to Marko; she could feel his warm breath against her face. She started to look at his lips and the same thought. If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, then lips are definitely the gateway to sensuality, while she kissed him.


TO BE CONTINUED…………………

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Wedding Picture Exercise

The writing book that I am reading gives some very good exercises on improving ones writing.
So I will post some of writing here.

Exercise #1 - Write a fictional, one-page story based on a wedding photo
(Picture from Google)



As I sit here in my aisle seat wearing my elegant sleeve-less white dress at Willow's and Marcel's wedding, enjoying watching this lovely couple unite themselves as one. I think to myself.

When will it be my turn. I am a very attractive woman. I have a lot to offer a man. I am a self sufficient woman. Maybe that is the problem?

I know that my time will come, so for now I will sit here and enjoy is blessed moment.

Marcel's white tux is breathtaking. The fit of the blazer is perfect. His hair is perfect, but it must have taken a lot of product to get it to look like that. The only thing that I would change is his shoes. He had to wear the black chucks. I don't know why Willow let him wear those shoes.

Willow's white dress is glorious. The scope in the back is tailor made for her. The way that the train gently touches the red and white rose petals as she walked by. Her make-up looks great.

Plus I love the location for this mid June wedding. The way that the sun is lighting the Willow and Marcel through the trees is breathtaking.

This is how I want my wedding to look like, when it's my turn

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Marko & Maria (Part 2)


As Maria ever so slowly backed away from Marko, she started to look up towards his eyes, but the first thing that she locked her gaze onto has his lips. She started to memorize every little grove on his upper and lower lips while thinking. If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, then lips are definitely the gateway to sensuality.

She slowly took one-step back while not taking her eyes off Marko’s lips and asked, “Would you like something to drink?”

“Coffee if you any brewed, but if you don’t water will do.” He reluctantly released his grip on Maria as she started to turn and walk toward the kitchen. Marko did not know what to do next. What am I doing here? He turned and sat down on the couch behind him.

Maria entered the kitchen with the grace of a ballerina. She gliding from the cabinet door to the refrigerator with two glasses, as she pulled open the refrigerator to grab the jug of water she was thinking. He’s here; he’s in my living room. She pours the water into the glasses. He is here! She places the jug of water on the counter. What does these mean? I have wanted this for a very long time. Maria grabs both glasses of water a slowly starts to walk back into the living room.

“All that I have is water,” Maria said.

“That works for me,” Marko replied while Maria placed the glass of water into his hand. “So how is school going?”

“It’s going well,” Maria replied as she sat next to Marko in the couch. “I only have one more year left and then I have a choice to make. Do I stay and look for a job and settle down or, do I go to Vermont for graduate school. What do you think?”

Marko did not know how to answer the question. He thought If I say that she should stay, she might look to deep into that. However, I tell her that she should go to Vermont she might look too much into that as well. Marko slowly took a slip of water and then answered, “The one that gives you the best opportunity.”

“So you think I should go?” Maria asked.

“That’s not what I am say Maria,” Marko turned and looked deep into her eyes. “You need to do what is best for you. If you want to continue school, then continue school. If you want to stay and find a job here, then find a job here.” However, he eyes were telling Maria a completely different answer. They were saying, quite loudly; don’t go, stay here with me.

Without breaking eye contact with Marko, Maria placed her water on the side table and said, “Why don’t you tell the answer that you can’t say.”

Marko knew that Maria knew what his eyes were telling her. “I can’t Maria.” He turned his head, breaking eye contact with Maria, “You know why.”

“I know but, at this moment, I don’t care about that.” Maria sat up and took Marko’s glass out of his hand a placed it on the side table beside hers. She leaned in, looked into Marko’s, and said, “Marko, if that mattered right now then you wouldn’t be here with me now.”

“Maria,” Marko started to say, but Maria had a different plan.

She leaned in a passionately kissed Marko before he could say another word. Maria started to run her hand slowly down Marko’s left arm, starting at his shoulder working her hand to his elbow, then down to his wrist. As Maria started to slowly feel all of Marko’s fingers, she brushed something that she forgot about. Marko’s wedding ring.

(TO BE CONTINUED……)

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Marko & Maria (PART 1)

As Marko was walking up the aged wood stairs to press the doorbell of his friends' house, he was thinking. What am I doing here? I should not be here. However, those thoughts left his head as fast as they enter it. He raised his tired arm, extended his finger, and pressed the old white doorbell.

"Come in," said a gentle voice from behind the door.

Marko opened the rusty screen door and positioned his hand on the doorknob. At that exact moment, he thought again. What am I doing here? I should not be here. However, other feelings got the best of him as he opened the pale green door. As he entered, Marko raised his head and saw the reason why he was there.

Sitting behind the computer screen, there she was, Maria. As Maria looked from behind her computer screen, with her piecing green eyes, she gazed at Marko with a look of pure animal lust. Maria was hoping that Marko did not see this passionate gaze, but what Maria did not realize was that Marko was giving the same look back. Marko and Maria's eyes meat for a second, the feeling, and passion has radiating through. Both had to turn their eyes away from each other very quickly since both of them started to blush.

"Hello," said Maria in a soft passionate tone, but her eyes where saying something completely different, they were telling the story of how the night would play out. First Marko would give her a sensual massage, second she would looking longingly into the equally passionate blue eyes and slowly go in for a very passionate kiss, third would evolve less clothing that either of them had on.

"Hello Maria. What have you been doing for the past three hours?" Marko asked while we were squatted down untying his shoes, not aware of the look that Maria was giving him.

Maria started to stand up and stroll from behind her computer desk while moving her hand to her face to do away with her glasses, since she knew that she would not need them on for long, and said, "Not much. I have been editing and re-editing a paper I have to write for school"

"Sounds like fun. What is the paper about?" Marko asked while standing back up and thinking. What am I doing here? I should not be here. Marko started to stroll towards Maria to give her a long overdue hug.

As Maria and Marko embraced, neither of them wanted to release each other. Marias' head has pressed up against Marko's chest; she was getting lost in the rhythm of Marko's heartbeat, while Marko placed his cheek on top of Maria's head. The embrace felt like it lasted for hours, but thirty seconds into the embraced that both wanted more than anything in the world, Maria's cell phone started ringing.

"You should answer that," Marko quietly said.

"I don't want to. I don't want to move yet." Maria said while squeezing Marko and burying her face into Marko's chest.

Marko lowered his lips to Maria's ear a whispered, "I know."

Maria withdrew her head form Marko's chest and turned to look directly into Marko's stunning blue eyes. As their eyes meet, Maria felt the blood rush to her face. She could not keep herself from looking at Marko's soft, kissable lips. Her heart started to pound faster and faster.

"You should answer your phone. It could be work calling you." Marko softly said to Maria.

"I don't care who is calling me. I am here with you. I don't want us to be interrupted. I know what you had to do to come over here." Maria said while release her grip in Marko.


(TO BE CONTINUED…………….)

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

The Tomb


The Tomb

The Maine Mall is dying. This once grand monument of commerce is starting to show cracks and voids in the once solid concrete foundation that it is standing on. The once lighthearted gazes on the consumers and mall employee faces have now turned into somber, mournful, blank stares. This once social runway of spending is now a quiet, tight-wallet tomb; even the upbeat music playing over the public announcement system cannot help the mood within the mall.

Employees that work within the tomb have turned from upbeat, lively, and productive workers into unproductive, money smelling vultures that stand guard in the entranceway like the statuesque guards at Buckingham Palace. When a customer passes through the threshold of the store, the statuesque employees swoop in from multiple angles like a bird of prey finding the best moment of weakness, so that they can dive in for the kill. By using many, conventional methods of attack, "Do you need any help?", "What can I help you find today?", and the coup de gras of all attack methods, "Have you checked out our clearance section?" This exposes the consumer with a brief moment of weakness. However, these methods are effortlessly deflected with the legendary, "Thank you, but I am only looking."

Amongst the statuesque employees, are vibrant, almost blinding clearance signs, "50% off," "75% off," and "Everything must go!" These signs are a relentless attack on the senses, with the neon yellow, radiant red, and dazzling orange colors that make you frantically hunt for your sunglasses or shelter your eyes with a free hand until you stagger away. Even though these signs are used to generate sales, the sheer fact that these signs are in the store's display widows act as an endless reminder that this place is as quiet as a tomb.

Once you have unveiled your eyes, you have to, cautiously be on guard from the next barrage. This onslaught comes from the fraternity that works within every one of the cell phone kiosks. These alpha-males with the suaveness of Casanova, or so they think, dress like the male fashion models that grace the pages of GQ while using influential, ear-candy words like "Honey," "Baby," and "Sugar" to draw in unsuspecting females. After the frat boys use every weapon within their arsenal: the boyish grin, the head tilt, the wink, and the rarely used, but highly affective, batting of the eyelashes. They attempt to move in for the effortless sale. The frat boy starts discussing roughly about what the phone is able to do for them while casually pointing out that the phone comes in pink, this last bit of knowledge is all that the unsuspecting female needs to know. She signs a new contract and passes her shiny pink credit card to the frat boy so that he can conclude the sale. As he hands the bag with her new pink phone, the frat boy continues to flirt with the woman that he just swindled out of her hard-earned money. She flirts for a minute, then goes on her way.

Overlooked, within the dark, assaulting confines of the tomb are two young, lively mothers pushing strollers talking like old friends that have not seen each other in decades. Their beaming bright smiles cut through the dreariness of the tomb like a lighthouse cutting through the thick, dense fog. The two young mothers are a small beacon of light, giving the tomb a small ray of hope.


(This was a English Comp II paper from 2009)