The daughter said: "This is a breathing treatment, mom. It's going to help get some of the fluid out of your lungs so you can breath better."
"No it's not," I said bluntly.
"Oh, well, it's going to make your heart pump better so you can breath better."
"No it's not," I said, bluntly.
"Oh, that's what the doctor said?" She looked at me blankly.
"Well," I said, "I guess the doctor was wrong then. This medicine is a bronchodilator that dilates the bronchioles if your mom is having bronchospasm."
"Oh... Oh, okay..."
The funny thing is, I don't doubt the doctor did tell her that. The unfunny thing is I get tired of explaining this every day.
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you know, i deal with this a lot. i'm a nurse at a long term care facility, and breathing treatments are the first thing ordered when something "just isn't right" about a patient's lung sounds.
me, during report. "why is mrs. smith on the med neb?"
reporting nurse. "oh, she was coughing last night."
me:"that's it?"
reporting nurse: "it helps!"
whatever.
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