I work psych-geriatrics.
These events happened within two hours.
- Resident 'a' (a kindly-looking older gent in his 60's with a cane + delusions of granduer, schizoaffective and BP, I think) was railing off and on about wanting to leave.
- Resident 'b' (a WC bound portly lady of 56 + 'borderline' personality disorder and BP 2) went to his room to compare notes.
- Resident 'c' (a WC bound little 70 yr old with cognitive handicaps and a host of mental problems) is wheeling about in his wheelchair in a 'mood'. 'I AINT TAKING NO GODD*MN PILLS!" He was wheeling up and down the hall with his eyes bugging out of his head screaming, "I AIN'T TAKING NO GODD*MN PILLS!"
No one was offering, but he thought he'd put us on notice. Earlier it was, "Mama, there's a snake in my room! There's a snake in my room". He doesn't cut loose often. HOWEVER, he has threatened me with a 'whooping'. His nurse sent him to his room for a breather. He started slamming doors. I went to settle him down, asked him to sit down and he yells, "NO!"
I said, "______, please sit down. You're gonna fall!"
"I'M GONNA TAKE OFF MY BELT!"
So, he was going on about pills and how he 'ain't taking em'. I said, "Mr _______, did you brush your teeth?"
He said, "No!" I said, "Go brush your teeth, papa."
He paused. I said, "Go brush you teeth..."
He went, too. Crisis averted.
- Resident 'd' (a little old woman with schizoaffective + BP) was ranting about Jesus off and on. I said, " ______, mama - what's going on? " She settled when I started talking to her. She'd already been in a cripple wheel-chair fight with another resident whom she accused of stealing her money. Don't ask me. I don't know.
- Resident 'a' comes out of room screaming about missing laundry and wanting to leave. Earlier that day, he'd threatend to 'f' one of the nurses up. I settled him down and led him away.
- Resident 'b' follows behind him screaming and ranting. Full-on Rage Attack. She and my coworker (the only one that can handle her) go at it. She went back to her room in a little huff.
- Resident 'a' is in his room as well. Next thing you know, the police and FD show up. Guess who called them?
He's on the stretcher, I'm scrambling to get the paperwork ready. Next thing I know the other nurse calls me. She's doing vitals on another of my residents (a mid 60's dialysis pt) who was looking like a blowpop at the moment. JVD + periorbital edema.
Great. I got on the phone to call the ambulance + doc + family. When the ambulance got there, she went to the bathroom and refused to come out. sigh. Called her sister and the resident wouldn't even listen to the sister. The ambulance left and, eventually, the sister came with her husband to take the resident to the ER.
That was a 2 hour fiasco.
With the exception of the anti-pill guy, these were ALL my residents. For some, I have 'the drama hall'. The 'sundowning' is not to be believed. I swear, the weekend of the super eclipse? Half the elders went bonkers!
I love my geri's, but sometimes...? LOL When they cut loose? They cut loose.
We're a no-restraint facility, also. So, it's not like we're going to 'take anyone down' or slap anyone in 4-points.
Therapeutic communication skills...not optional.
We just talk them down, send those who understand + can self-correct to their rooms for timeouts and give ativan or xanax if they get too out of hand. (not that it helps. it's usually just a single mg.)