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John was a nursing home patient who presented to the ICU time after time with respiratory insufficiency, sepsis, pneumonia, URI, UTI, you name it, he likely presented with it. His primary diagnosis was something like Closed Head Injury, or what is known as TBI, or Traumatic Brain Injury today. John was one of those patients that came in every once in awhile for a good healthy dose of antibiotics, a fresh Foley cath, and critical flush out his lungs and send him home. John was so predictable. After this visit was over, I would never take a patient for granted again.by FMF Corpsman Jul 28, '12
When John showed up in the unit, he was non-communicative and usually in 4-way restraints as he would usually be doing a motion, we had coined as the crab. He would be on his back, moving each of his four extremities independently of each other, the way a crab would move, and this was in spite of having the 4-way soft restraints on. John was one of those patients that came in every once in awhile for a good healthy dose of antibiotics, a fresh Foley cath, and critical flush out his lungs and send him home. A couple of the nurses joked they could just about copy their nurses notes from the previous visits and use them for each time John came in, John was so predictable. After this visit was over, I would never take a patient for granted again.
Several years ago, I was working as Charge Nurse on 7p-7a in an ICU and we had a repeat customer from a Nursing Home, who came into the unit with some regularity because of his chronic respiratory status. Unfortunately, the nursing home where he resided was not known for their stellar care and John’s lungs would be practically filled with mucus, before they would even bother calling rescue to transport him to our facility. We knew, when we learned it was John we were getting, to have portable x-ray and a vent on stand-by, and to be ready to incubate or even trach him, if need be.
John was usually in pretty rough shape for a man in his mid to late 50’s, As far as we knew, there were no next of kin, and no one was listed on his facesheet as a contact, just the administrators of the Nursing Home. He was non-communicative and we just basically did our thing and restored him to as close as possible, to within normal limits as we possibly could, and transferred him out to the floor after a couple of days. This normally meant pulmonary toilet and sometimes we had to code him, sometimes not.
One morning, after a particularly vigorous night spent with John. We had coded him three different times and finally got him stabilized and got his blood gases where they were decent and he was bucking the vent, so we decided to try extubating him to see how he would do. I was standing beside his bed with another tube, just in case we had to re intubate him, and I was watching the monitor and watching him to see if how he was doing. It was our policy to have soft wrist restraints on all of our intubated patients so they couldn’t/ wouldn’t accidently pull their own ET tubes or anything else out. Still John maneuvered his hand over to where he could take my own and it startled me, but I tried to reassure him that everything was going to be alright and that he just needed to take some deep, but easy breaths.
Now, during all of John’s previous trips to the unit, and there had been numerous, John had never spoken a word. He had in fact, barely done purposeful movement, but this morning John has taken my hand and he called me by my first name and said “ Sam, You guys didn’t do me any favors last night.” I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe my ears. I said, “Excuse me?” And he repeated himself, “I said, you guys didn’t do me any favors last night.” After I assured myself that he was stable and we wouldn’t need to reintubate him, I excused myself for a minute, and went out and got another RN and asked her to come into the room, and asked John to repeat himself.
In the way into his room, I explained to her that she wasn’t going to believe what had happened, and that John, who had been our patient for so long yada, yada, yada. She was more amazed than I was, as she had cared him before I ever came to work in that facility. At any rate, it turned out that John knew every nurses name and had just made a conscious decision not to speak. Now, he wanted to, and asked me if I would make him a no code, and he wanted to contact his brother whom he hadn’t spoken with in over 25 years, but he still lived in this same city.
I asked John if it would be all right with him, if I shared this information with the Nursing Home where he lived and he grudgingly agreed it probably was necessary. John had one other request: he didn’t want me to tell the nurses on the floor that he could or did talk, as he didn’t want to into long drawn out conversations with anyone; he “preferred they just did their work, left him out of it and moved on to their next patient.” I guess John got his wish, we never saw him again after that.
I visited with him once briefly, before he went back to the nursing home that time and I heard he came back a few weeks later in pretty rough, once again, but I never got a chance to go and visit with him. Funny, even for being non-communicative all that time, I had still grown quite fond him and he had taught some valuable lessons.
First, and probably foremost, I need to make more of an effort to determine if my patients are conscious and lucid. With John, I had simply gone along with previous examinations and only expected minimal neural output and that was what I got, instead of doing a full workup as I should have done. John had long since been diagnosed as TBI, Traumatic Brain Injury, or as it was called back them, Closed Head Injury, and his presentation was bizarre to say the least, but that was no excuse for our failure to properly assess his condition, not just once, but over a series of admissions. His grasping my hand and calling my name that morning clearly demonstrated he knew more about what was going on in that room than I did.Last edit by Joe V on Jul 29, '12
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- Jul 29, '12 by itsnoworneverWOW! Great write up and an amazing story.
- Jul 29, '12 by Nascar nurseGood lesson for all of us in all specialties. Thanks.
- Jul 29, '12 by tothepointeLVNThis happened to me once on a smaller scale. Patient was declared to be non responsive and "actively dying" for the previous 3 days from the report I go coming onto the shift. He was living in a fairly nice ALF and one of the staff came into ask him what he wanted for dinner. I have a habit of talking to all of my noreponsive patients so I asked him if he would like something. He asked if it was beef brisket night and gave me the scare of a lifetime. Lucky for him it WAS beef brisket night.
- Jul 30, '12 by CapeCodMermaidA long long time ago when I was an aide, I worked in a nursing home. It was my second day on the job and the charge nurse told me to feed Mr. Smith. She toldme he was old, crabby, and never spoke. I walked in his room with his tray, took the cover off the tray and said "oh...Let's see what dinner is tonight". He said "I ain't eating that sh@$ !" I almost dropped the tray. "They told me you never talk" I said to him. He replied, "They never say a word to me when they come in. Why should I talk to them?"Good point. That was more than 30 years ago and I've never forgotten him.
- Jul 30, '12 by sunny3811WOW! That brought tears to my eyes! It sure does make you think though. I would take John speaking to you as a compliment of your caring and compassionate Nursing skills!
- Jul 31, '12 by FMF CorpsmanThank you.
- Jul 31, '12 by FMF CorpsmanI always talked to mine too, I just never got an answer from John. He would track me around the room with him eyes,so I knew he was "in there," but he would never answer a question or anything like that. He would even make those gutteral sounds some patients make sometimes, but that was it. SO my surprise. I was thrilled and honored, when he chose to speak to me. This isn't the first patient this that spoke with me, but that's a different story, maybe I'll tell that one too. But thanks for your comment.
- Jul 31, '12 by GitanoRNenlightening story and surely a lesson to be learn, thank you to the op for sharing this post with us...aloha~
- Aug 1, '12 by crazyoldnurseI had a patient who was "locked in". He was deemed to be a TBI "vegetable".When I started to take this case he was noncommunicative. He would show disdain by biting his lip or injuring his mouth some way. I figured that if he could show his anger then he DID have feelings. I started with the eye yes or no flutter. well he responded. Yes I want to go to bed etc. He had a history of loving christmas . I started playing Xmaw songs and when he heard them he smiled!!! I then started to take him to church early on Sun. am.s He was so communicative after the extra effort of getting him up and wheeling him to church.I was able to get him to cooperate and let me know what he wanted after he trusted me. I would not allow himto bite his mouth with out a stern lecture and after a while the only time he did a major bite was when he had a new nurse or if he was getting an infection when he felt painful.