I'm a nurse who was assigned to care for a patient who OD'd on fentynal... and it opened my eyes.

Posted this originally on /c/fuckfentanyl but felt it also belonged here.<br><br>This just happened. <br><br>I've been in medical school for help for over a year now, so I've been to a lot of places that will give me hands on training. In the past its been a nursing home, midwifes, and now a hospital. <br><br>I know I'm downplaying it - when you're telling it (as you probably know) - people aren't really intrigued. <br><br>This happened last night, when I had just arrived.<br><br>There was a woman. Not sure of the age, but I'd say she was on the younger side: 20-30. <br><br>She is a victim if a original fentynal overdose. She was brought in and had to have Narcan administered multiple times. She was so high that she had to be restrained and was eventualy given something to knock her out. <br><br>The woman was put into a room, and I was instructed on what to check. I was listening to her heartbeat, and she had some of the worst lung sounds Ive ever heard. Medically, I knew she was dying. And I've been a nurse for a pretty good amount of time: but it didn't really hit me until I saw this woman. I've never been so intrigued by someone and had never felt so sad. The woman was going to die and by the looks of it, she didn't have much left. <br><br>I just couldn't stop thinking about how I wanted to help her so bad. I wanted to be able to give her the right medicine the help her. I wanted to help her pull through. <br><br>I sat with her for multiple hours. The whole time, I sat on her bed and held her hand. In that moment, I knew she was dying on the inside. She had her boyfriend, but he (like most of the people associated with her) probably had nothing to do with her. <br><br>I've been a nurse for a pretty good amount of time.... I've seen people die.<br><br>It just really hurt me to see a young woman die like this. I wanted to talk to her, I wish I could have. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. I wanted to help her. But I knew she was dying. And no matter how badly I wanted to help her... I knew she was gone. <br><br>And I think thats why it hurt me. I wanted to help this woman so badly, but i knew nothing would work. <br><br>I'll update if I remember anything else.<br><br>Edit: i do not feel sorry for people who abuse drugs. I feel sorry for the people who overdose. I'm a nurse, and I see people die all the time, and it help me become a better nurse. All I want to do is help people, but it hurts me to see people with so much potential die.