31/07/2025
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ญ ๐จ๐ ๐๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐ (๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ, ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐โ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ) ๐๐ฒ ๐ ๐
๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐ก๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ 0.1 ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐
They say the art of noticing is romantic. Thatโs when you remember someoneโs likes and dislikes, their hobbies, the way they smile at even the smallest things, or how their expression shifts when theyโre deep in thought. Cute, right?
Well, welcome to nursingโwhere โnoticingโ isnโt about butterflies in your stomach, but gas in someone elseโs. Literally.
You havenโt truly mastered the art of noticing until youโve smelled the panic sweat of a classmate before a return demo, identified imminent fainting just by how pale your partner gets during injection practice, or spotted an incomplete set of paraphernalia thatโs basically a one-way ticket to an extensionโfaster than a rolling love story.
Because in nursing, we donโt fall in loveโwe fall into a habit of checking everything, such as vitals every hour and spotting danger before even thinking about getting near to your patient.
๐๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง:
That moment when your patient says โIโm fineโ but youโve clocked their shallow breaths, pale lips, and that weird sixth-sense chill nurses develop called "hunch of doom."
You see bruising and think โplatelet countโ instead of drama. Thatโs noticing.
You look at someoneโs hands not to hold them romantically, but to assess for cyanosis or clubbing. (Sorry, no candlelight hereโjust penlight and pupil checks.)
โYou look tiredโ is not an insult. Itโs an unofficial diagnosis. Youโre one hemoglobin test away from confirming your suspicions.
Even outside the hospital, weโre cursed with the gift of noticing. At the mall, youโre scanning peopleโs gait. At church, you wonder who looks tachycardic. At family dinners, you monitor everyoneโs fluid intake more closely than your own.
We notice. We assess. We act.
And no, weโre not falling for youโweโre just checking if your pupils are PERRLA and if you still remember what day it is.
So next time someone makes noticing sound like a love confession, let them enjoy their heart-eyesโwhile we, in the nursing edition of the art of noticing, are out here checking for signs of hypoxia, dehydration, or impending collapse.
Because we donโt fall in loveโwe fall into assessment mode.
๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ ๐ฎ๐ฌ, ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐. ๐๐ญโ๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐-๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ง๐.
โ๏ธ: Catrina Delos Santos | Feature Editor
