....but instead "save up" their requests until you go in there to do something, are just as annoying as patients who are on their call light all the time, IMO.
I *hate* it when I'm just going in to get some vitals or pass a pill, and the patient has saved up all of their requests. They need more water, another blanket, some jello, to go for a walk, to take a shower, and on and on.
Last night, one of my patients' tele said he was in V Tach. Well, since monitors do lie, and I knew the patient well, in my heart of hearts I knew he was probably just scratching his belly or something. But, as a good nurse, I could not ignore it, and got up from where I had logged in on the computer and had all my charts piled around me, trying to catch up on documentation before doing my last rounds, and went in there to make sure the guy was still alive. Sure enough, he was sitting on the side of his bed, just fine and dandy. One of his leads had come off while he was moving around, so I fixed it, and as I'm trying to get out the door to go back and finish what had been interrupted, he says he wants his pills, some new bedding, a snack, more water, etc. I told him I had something to finish up and that I'd be back in a while, and left (I'm learning to prioritize my work; as a former CNA, it's hard for me to not respond to patient requests like this immediately).
So, I went back, logged out of the computer, then went and took care of my two elderly "turn Q2" and incontinent patients, made sure they were clean, dry, and pain free, then went and took care of my isolation patient, since he had only one med pass left for the night and I hadn't checked on him for a while, and saved this guy for last so I could give him the attention he was seeking.
Of course, he complained that I had kept him up "past his bed time". Then he took my hand, and would not let go, while he apologized for being such a difficult patient and thanked me for my hard work, and went ON AND ON, all the while holding onto my hand, which I kept trying to pull away, all about how when you die is when people say all the nice stuff about you, and how you should say nice stuff to people while they're still alive, and on and on and on ad nauseum. I mean, I agreed with what he was saying and appreciated being thanked, but it felt really disengenious, and the way he wouldn't let go of my hand made me really uncomfortable.