I'm a little disappointed today. I had a patient on Friday who has been in the hospital for a very very long time. When I worked on Thanksgiving (yes, meaning last NOVEMBER! That's a long time to be stuck in a bed) he came down from the floor and was a bit of a train wreck. He was vomiting everywhere, uncontrollably, and it wasn't pleasant (the kind where it hits the wall 12 feet away). He was miserable and very sick. Since November, things haven't really gotten better. He has been in and out of the hospital and nursing homes, including many surgeries and a long stay in the ICU. He came back to my floor this past week and I took care of him again on Friday. Oh how being sick has aged him. His hair has gone from grey and thin to white and scarce; his face is hollow, his body much more frail and weak. He was pleasant and kind and we had a great time. However, he also told me how hard it was for him to see the weather getting so beautiful, he didn't want his window open and he asked not to be turned towards the window. He said it was just too hard being stuck in his bed and not being able to go outside. This broke my heart. If ever I'm feeling sad or frustrated or anything, simply going outside makes such a difference to me. I really feel that being outside, feeling the sunshine on your face and a little afternoon breeze can solve most of the world's problems. For someone to be unable to go outside who would really like to was hard for me. This is something I'm truly passionate about in taking care of my patients, if I ever have a chance to take them outside, especially if it's been such a long time like it has for my poor little patient on Friday, I do anything and everything I can to get them there. Sunshine fixes things. It was too late in the day for me to do anything about it on Friday, but I told him I would tell the next nurse and if she needed me to come in the next day I would be there to help get him outside. I called on Saturday but the nurse was too busy to take him out. I called again today to see if it was possible. We set up a tentative appointment at 3:00 and a little before 2:00 I got a phone call telling me he had refused physical therapy and was pretty grumpy. The nurse told me if he got a little more pleasant or if anything changed they would call me, it's almost 5:00 and I still haven't heard anything. I'm working tomorrow as well so I'll try again, but it's so hard to see someone so miserable, alone, and sick and want something so simple for them. It's quite a hassle getting a sick patient outside and usually they are only strong enough to last 15 to 20 minutes, but it's so good for them and it makes them so happy. I'm hoping for tomorrow, I hope he gets better, I hope he can heal enough to leave the hospital and go somewhere maybe sunshine is a little easier to come by.