Unfortunately, the hospital can be a bit of chaos. To keep us on task and help us have needed information at our fingertips, management and various ancillary services post needed information within view and arms’ reach. Sounds good. Until you see what it devolves into over time. Seriously? Can’t some of these signs be combined? My favorite is the latest one to appear. It simply says, “W.D.Y.D.T? What did you do/document today.” Wow. You just took up more space with another piece of paper and told me exactly nothing.
Monthly Archives: May 2010
Over the weekend a nurse told me a story about an anthrax scare. Apparently, the cops showed up to a house where a man was a bit out of it and there was white powder all over the room and the gentleman. The gentleman claimed he did not know what the powder was or how it got there. Due to the threat of bioterrorism, the police called a biohazard team. Dressed in biohazard “space suits” the biohazard team brought the man out of the apartment, stripped him naked in the parking lot and hosed him down. I’m sure it was quite a scene! It turned out the white powder was cocaine. When they searched the house they found a kilo of cocaine under the couch. Apparently the cat had gotten a hold of the cocaine, tore it open, and dragged it all over the apartment! The gentleman was brought to the emergency room and admitted for his drug intoxication. What a story!
Today I had the unfortunate distinction of repeatedly making my patient more uncomfortable. Other than the fact that the guy is 90, he has another reason to be in pain—a broken bone. On top of that, he is also constantly cold and despises having the covers pulled back. (He usually has eight blankets on him.) During my 6 hours as his nurse, he was moved from the ED stretcher to his bed, then on a stretcher to X-ray where he had to sit for a film and was then put back in his bed. About 15 minutes later he had to be moved back to the stretcher again to go for another test, and then put back to bed again. He is mostly immobile. This means that every time we transferred him we had to pull him from the stretcher to the bed and then roll him back and forth to remove the excess linens and pull sheet. Then his heels had to be floated, a pillow put under one hip, the condom cath repositioned, and his heart monitor put back on. All this motion had him flustered, uncomfortable, and in pain. Finally, the last time we were repositioning him, moving the sheet, reattaching things, he sighed and said, “You know, if you just told me what it is you’re looking for in the sheets, I’ll gladly tell you where it is!”