What it takes to cope in the land of plenty
It’s an experience perhaps no different from that of other nurses in the Philippines, but coping with it in a highly stressful situation is something else. “One has to have a genuine vocation for this line of work, otherwise one would not be able to cope,” she says.
“I used to go home at night, fall on the living room floor, tired as an abused mule, crying tears of self-pity. My muscles ached like I was mauled, and there have been a few times when I just fell asleep on the floor, unable to drag my hurting feet and legs up to the bedroom,” she says.
Her first experiences were daunting. “After post-mortem care, I would see the dead person’s face everywhere I looked.
Now, the memory just haunts me for a few hours,” she says.
“I still get attached to my patients and get emotional when one of those patients die. The first time [in the US] that I cried my eyes out was a few years ago. Death can be so draining on the nurse’s part, if we allow it. That is why it is sometimes necessary to be emotionally detached.” That said, she still has to face seemingly endless challenges
May describes how she injected morphine into a patient who was on his death throes (“his father could not bear to see him suffer so much”), how she cleaned up the fingers of an Alzheimer’s patient whose nails were filled with poop, how she attended to a shackled hepatitis patient escorted by four heavily armed prison officers, how she administered 30ml of antibiotic into a patient’s bladder through her urethra while listening to her rage about being resuscitated.
She recalls how an AIDS patient pushed her to the edge. “He refused medication or took it depending on his moods. He changed his IVF rate, turned it off just because he thought he knew better, and because he knew how to deactivate the lockout system. He argued about the time of his pain medication and denied I had given him any. He called often to remind me I was lying to him about his pain meds.
“He criticized me for not knowing how to do even the simplest things like taping his IV tubings. He was not happy with this, he was dissatisfied with that. Nothing was right. Every nurse he met was either lazy or stupid. To him, all the doctors were against him and did not have any idea what they were doing. He said he was dying because we were not doing what we were supposed to do.”
Then there’s the woman who cursed her husband after he had just been diagnosed with cancer, calling him useless and telling him “Why don’t you just die?”
Does her work affect her sanity somehow? She indirectly answers this by joking about her habit of locking their car three times and making sure that her clothes face a certain way and hang according to colors in her closet. She admits that some nurses have had a nervous breakdown due to a heavy download and stressful conditions at work.
Still, it’s not all gloom and the good things about being a nurse in the US are more than enough to keep May and others going.
“In general, the doctors here value the input of nurses. It is not unusual to hear a doctor asking nurses their opinion about a possible procedure or test, a change in diet, an increase or decrease in pain medication doses.
“A lot of them treat nurses with respect, especially ICU nurses. You don’t have to offer your chair to the doctors. You can confidently tell them you will not carry out an order because in your nursing judgment it is not safe for a particular patient. In the Philippines, doctors are considered God; their word is law.”
She calls her American supervisors by their first name. She can disagree or protest if she thinks she is at a disadvantage. Back home, everybody is ma’am and sir. What she considers perks back home are the patient watchers.
“They do a lot of things and in government hospitals they are even trained to do nursing chores [like giving meds or suctioning] because the patient load is 40 patients per nurse in the Philippines. I think the present staffing ratio under
California law is 5-6 patients per nurse. Here in America, a nurse is called to do the simplest things like picking up a tissue paper that a patient dropped on the floor.”
May was in her second year of pre-med when her father told her he could not afford to send her to medical school.
Her dad’s sister took over the financial responsibility on the condition that May took up nursing.
“It worked out for me because since I was a little girl, I’d always wanted to be a nurse. There was nothing more I wanted to be until I learned about Rachael Ray, Samantha Brown and Oprah Winfrey. They changed my whole perspective. Imagine being able to earn lots of money by simply talking, cooking and traveling. That must be heaven.”
‘My life is here and I choose to enjoy it’
Six years ago, May was getting
P300 (as of this writing, one
US$1 is equivalent to P45) for
an eight-hour shift as a nurse
in the Philippines.
She worked in the ICU of a
private hospital. In the US, the
average hourly pay is US$20.
And they get free housing
during the first year or so.
Adjustment to the American
way of life was not easy. The most difficult part for her was not being able to
drive at first.
She used to hate the fact that she could not go anywhere if her husband was at
work. It was also hard that everybody here is busy. Even with her own father and
sister who lived a few miles away, she had to make an appointment before
Since May arrived in the US in 2002, she has only worked in one hospital. “My
former classmates or friends say that they only do assessment and give
medications. That is not true in our hospital which is pretty strict with adhering
to the nursing ratio, even going beyond what is expected.”
Does she miss home?
“Sometimes I think that a fast-paced, materialistic life is not for me. I would
rather go home to a poor country that feeds my spirit even if it means a low
income and being subjected to terrible traffic and a corrupt, incompetent
government,” she says.
“I always whine about life in the US being so hectic and impersonal. I mean, we
stayed in the very first house we bought for three years, and we didn’t know any
of our neighbors.
“The friendliest act we did was to wave at them when we were driving in or out
of the garage. Then again, you compensate for your loss of social connection
with material things to occupy your time and mind.
“In reality, and I may be so melodramatic about it, this is not the kind of life I
imagined for myself. But I chose to be here, my life is with my family now, and I
want to enjoy that life.”
Filipino nurses in America reportedly have the fanciest cars and houses in
May is part of a community of Filipino health care
professionals earning handsomely in the US.