My brother was taken to the ER on a Friday morning. A young man politely came up to me and said, “I am Austin. I will be your brother’s nurse in the Intensive Care Unit. I will take care of him.” Take care, he did.
He explained what the breathing machines were doing. My brother’s COPD was advanced. His lungs could not move the carbon dioxide out of his blood. Austin talked to my brother when he was going to do anything to him, from taking blood to giving him meds in the IV. If he was turning my brother, he explained why he was turning him. Austin tried to stimulate him to open his eyes and would tell him he had visitors. I cannot tell you all Austin did.
He was the first nurse with my brother and was with him on his last day. Austin helped me a lot through this ordeal. You have several nurses you can be proud of; Austin stood out to me.