These past few weeks have just been silly with patients.
One lady acutally asked me to use her tweezers and pull out any stray chin hairs that she might find in her magnifying mirror she'd brought to the hospital. And she didn't exactly ask nicely -- it was more of a firm request. I told her I had medications to give and excused myself out of her room. Sorry, I'm not a chin hair plucker.
Another lady yesterday actually wanted a dr's order for freaking BLISTEX, because she had a cold sore. I'm sorry -- how about walk on down to your local drug store, like everyone else, and buy a $1.50 tube for yourself? But they did it. Meanwhile, I have to buy for myself and for my kids every cold medicine on the market because our military clinic won't dispense it as a prescription.
I can't get over this generation of people. It's about age 50 to 75. Why are they so entitled?? Ms. Blistex was also mad because between the hours of 8 and 11 a.m. when we were doing vitals, giving meds, baths, getting people to tests, therapies, etc. that we were not responsive enough to her needs. She had no needs -- she was going to be discharged by noon.
Why can't people just be thankful that they have a wonderful hospital in their immediate area w/ the finest doctors who treat them and manage to discharge them in a non critical status? Why can't they just be satisfied that they received medical treatment and are allowed to go home to enjoy their lives? It's all complaints -- from a very spoiled and unappreciative public at a time when hospitals are struggling just to stay open. It all just makes me want to wap them over their collective heads.
