Should have been in bed an hour ago & I'm just getting home because of a pt who was convinced no one wanted to help her, spent all night in & out of her room, hoping the other 5 pts I had were ok (they were). Then at 0330, she feels "funny" but only complains that it feels like fluid is building up in her legs. O2 sats 92% & since we had just log rolled & boosted her in bed (using trendelenberg's - she's 300+lb), I explained her sats may have dropped briefly. BP a bit high but she denies chest pain; lungs clear. She progressively gets more anxious (which she has been all shift & the previous shift as well), & demands to see her dr. Sats dip into upper 80's briefly, but she is starting to panic & basically hyperventilate because we "aren't doing anything."
Charge RN & then supervisor are contacted to come in, but pt is adamant that we aren't doctors & we're gonna let her die (only complaint still is that her legs are swelling up, but my observation is that they are no different than the start of my shift or the previous night when I cared for her). Call doc who orders lasix & ativan (whoops - allergy to diazepam & we don't give). Pt still isn't satisfied because doc didn't personally come in & see her & how does he know how she's doing? Nevermind the fact that he would be making rounds within about 2 hours. (She could die by then!)
Long story short, I feel like I spent at least 50% of the shift in her room trying to calm her down along with everyone else working the floor. And of course after the lasix, she was on the bedpan q30m & it just about takes all four of the staff on the floor to successfully place that due to her size.
Not trying to make light of what she was feeling & there were a few tests ordered to make sure she wasn't having an underlying problem that wasn't giving us the usual symptoms. I'm just tired & dread going back. Maybe I'll get to float tonight!
On a side note, it was kind of comical when the bipolar schizophrenic pt across the hall decided all the commotion was talk about him & came out in the hallway to start cussing at people who weren't there. Then, the lady thought someone was talking about her!