It has been said a prominent New York real-estate dealer, and we too have probably all observed the face, that street noises have increased tremendously within the last few years. Probably some of these dis-agreeable noises might be ruled out by law, while others might be corrected by modification; but such possibilities we do not plan to discuss here.
There re some noises, however, within our own professional field of action, which we can control and which we, as nurse, should control. The rubber heel is too old an effort in that direction to warrant mentioning here, but there are numerous other points which we might think of, such as the lifting of a chair ,rather than shoving it, o putting an agate basin down softly, when putting it out of our hands, or when nesting it with others. In a patient's home, we often find a squeaking door or noisy carpet-sweeper. A few drops of oil from the machine oil-can will usually remove these annoyances,much to the relief of the one in bed;and noises, we find, are usually exaggerated for such a one.
With some of us,our voices might be classed among the noises to be controlled. a high-pitched, unnecessarily-loud voice is poo stock in trade of a nurse; we need to watch ourselves on this point. "a loud voice denotes a vacant mind." We will make no attempt to either confirm or deny the truth of this statement.
With thee few suggestion, we will leave the subject of controllable noises, believing there are many others which we could all call to mind or which will come to our observation in the future, from time to time, as we think about the matter, remembering always that the lessening or removing of a noise, is so much of relief to our patients.
Let us now give a little thought to the noises which annoy us, independently of our patients, but over patients, but over which we may have no control. For instance, a night nurse going to bed in the day time finds many noises surrounding her. It seems a pity that a nurse must try to sleep in the midst of any disturbance, but some noises, such as street traffic or household activities, are unavoidable. With these unavoidable noises. the more passive attitude we take, the better for us and our sleep, and if we can even tell ourselves that we like the noise, strange as it may sound, the noise may prove a source of help. If it is produced by a steady, unchanging regularity of action, the regularity produces a kind of rhythm, the rhythm becomes a pleasant monotony, and we are lulled off to sleep, if we will but take an absolutely passive attitude toward it. Let us become so enveloped by the noise with its monotonous rhythm that we have ears for nothing else; mentally, we become part of that rhythmic action and reap the benefit of sleep,thereby converting into a source of help, that which at first sounded like a growling hateful enemy.
We once heard a nurse tell of her happy experience with coal. She was on night duty, and the winter supply of coal was being put in, not far from her bedroom window. Her first thought was one of indignation, that such a thing should be allowed when nurses were about to go to bed to sleep, if possible, but she soon discovered that there was a dreamy rhythm, which was missed when the man topped putting in the coal,which they did at a comparatively early hour each day. She said she soon found herself hurrying mornings to undress and get into bed quickly before the noise ceased, that she might be put to sleep by the rhythm of the running coal. This may sound far-fetched, but was told as a true experience.
A lawn-mower may prove a source of annoyance, or a blessing, according to the manner in which it is being operated and the way in which we accept the noise. Let the lawn-mower be operated by a willing, steady hand of a quietly-disposed man, shoves it along with a uniform regularity, and we find that the machine's noise, if passively accepted, becomes a blessing in disguise, carrying its dreamy suggestions as we slip off sleep.
The paddle-wheel of a steamboat my be regarded in the same way. It is a noise,steady and uniform in character. Let us accept it passively and if our stateroom happens to be over the wheel, let us say that we like the sound, let us relax and go to sleep to the swish-wash of the wheel.
A district nurse once told me of her experience the first night that she went to live in a noisy, congested section of New York. It was summer time, the windows were all open, and the streets were filled with children whose evening fun consisted in kicking and rolling large, empty cans around on the pavements, until after ten o'clock. The nurse's room was at the front o the house and he first thought when going to bed was, "Dear me, I shall never sleep with all this noise about me." then she recalled some of Miss call's logic, and said to herself, "Come on noise, I like you." Of course she did not like it, but she had taken a passive attitude toward an annoying matter, over which she had no control, and that is what we all have to learn to do with matters that are really beyond our control. We may, eventually, be able to correct the difficulty, but in the meantime, for our own sake, let us be passive.
It has been said a prominent New York real-estate dealer, and we too have probably all observed the face, that street noises have increased tremendously within the last few years. Probably some of these dis-agreeable noises might be ruled out by law, while others might be corrected by modification; but such possibilities we do not plan to discuss here. There re some noises, however, within our own professional field of action, which we can control and which we, as nurse, should control. The rubber heel is too old an effort in that direction to warrant mentioning here, but there are numerous other points which we might think of, such as the lifting of a chair ,rather than shoving it, o putting an agate basin down softly, when putting it out of our hands, or when nesting it with others. In a patient's home, we often find a squeaking door or noisy carpet-sweeper. A few drops of oil from the machine oil-can will usually remove these annoyances,much to the relief of the one in bed;and noises, we find, are usually exaggerated for such a one. With some of us,our voices might be classed among the noises to be controlled. a high-pitched, unnecessarily-loud voice is poo stock in trade of a nurse; we need to watch ourselves on this point. "a loud voice denotes a vacant mind." We will make no attempt to either confirm or deny the truth of this statement. With thee few suggestion, we will leave the subject of controllable noises, believing there are many others which we could all call to mind or which will come to our observation in the future, from time to time, as we think about the matter, remembering always that the lessening or removing of a noise, is so much of relief to our patients. Let us now give a little thought to the noises which annoy us, independently of our patients, but over patients, but over which we may have no control. For instance, a night nurse going to bed in the day time finds many noises surrounding her. It seems a pity that a nurse must try to sleep in the midst of any disturbance, but some noises, such as street traffic or household activities, are unavoidable. With these unavoidable noises. the more passive attitude we take, the better for us and our sleep, and if we can even tell ourselves that we like the noise, strange as it may sound, the noise may prove a source of help. If it is produced by a steady, unchanging regularity of action, the regularity produces a kind of rhythm, the rhythm becomes a pleasant monotony, and we are lulled off to sleep, if we will but take an absolutely passive attitude toward it. Let us become so enveloped by the noise with its monotonous rhythm that we have ears for nothing else; mentally, we become part of that rhythmic action and reap the benefit of sleep,thereby converting into a source of help, that which at first sounded like a growling hateful enemy. We once heard a nurse tell of her happy experience with coal. She was on night duty, and the winter supply of coal was being put in, not far from her bedroom window. Her first thought was one of indignation, that such a thing should be allowed when nurses were about to go to bed to sleep, if possible, but she soon discovered that there was a dreamy rhythm, which was missed when the man topped putting in the coal,which they did at a comparatively early hour each day. She said she soon found herself hurrying mornings to undress and get into bed quickly before the noise ceased, that she might be put to sleep by the rhythm of the running coal. This may sound far-fetched, but was told as a true experience.A lawn-mower may prove a source of annoyance, or a blessing, according to the manner in which it is being operated and the way in which we accept the noise. Let the lawn-mower be operated by a willing, steady hand of a quietly-disposed man, shoves it along with a uniform regularity, and we find that the machine's noise, if passively accepted, becomes a blessing in disguise, carrying its dreamy suggestions as we slip off sleep.The paddle-wheel of a steamboat my be regarded in the same way. It is a noise,steady and uniform in character. Let us accept it passively and if our stateroom happens to be over the wheel, let us say that we like the sound, let us relax and go to sleep to the swish-wash of the wheel.A district nurse once told me of her experience the first night that she went to live in a noisy, congested section of New York. It was summer time, the windows were all open, and the streets were filled with children whose evening fun consisted in kicking and rolling large, empty cans around on the pavements, until after ten o'clock. The nurse's room was at the front o the house and he first thought when going to bed was, "Dear me, I shall never sleep with all this noise about me." then she recalled some of Miss call's logic, and said to herself, "Come on noise, I like you." Of course she did not like it, but she had taken a passive attitude toward an annoying matter, over which she had no control, and that is what we all have to learn to do with matters that are really beyond our control. We may, eventually, be able to correct the difficulty, but in the meantime, for our own sake, let us be passive.
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