There's a Mousetrap In My Med Cart - page 7

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As some classmates in our RN nursing program gathered around in a small group this morning, I sided up and listened to a story that quickly carried me back in time when I was a newly licensed practical nurse (LPN) just learning... Read More


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    Boy, does this article bring back many memories.
    I really don't believe that all this has changed yet, for the staff just isn't there.
    My heart goes out to that young nurse for all of us or most of us have gone through that situation.
    My main argument was that there was an awful lot of Polypharmacy in the long term care setting.
    I also asked for meetings with everyone under the sun and on the sun.
    The only thing that helped me was to ask The Great One for guidance and help in closing all my "mousetraps".
    You were fortunate in the situation being handled so soon after your ordeal.
    Sometimes our supervisors see and know more than we give them credit for. I think because they also have gone through what you went through.
    You must be one of the special ones. God bless you.
    macspuds
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    Quote from 99percentangel
    as some classmates in our rn nursing program gathered around in a small group this morning, i sided up and listened to a story that quickly carried me back in time when i was a newly licensed practical nurse (lpn) just learning how to manage my time as i passed the early morning medications.

    the law requires that all meds be given within one hour before or after the medicines are due, and this often creates a lot of stress for busy nurses. for instance, the 8 a.m. meds can be started at 7 a.m., and the med pass, for however many patients you are assigned to, must all be given by 9 a.m., or the facility you work for is out of compliance with state regulations and subject to censure.

    many of my classmates have recently gotten their lpn license and are now rn students. they have not had experience with passing medications or time to learn some tricks of the trade that come with years of ‘working the med cart’.

    the story this morning was told with tears streaming down my classmate’s face that expressed more than words could ever tell of how disappointed she was, as a student nurse, to have not completed the assigned task of giving meds to her 17 patients in the two-hour window of time.

    ah yes. i had to turn away as i could not keep my eyes from swimming with empathy while my heart filled with understanding.

    her story will be repeated every day by many nurses, especially lpn's.

    i call it, “a mousetrap in my med cart”.

    my fingers are burning to tell this story in hopes that other nurses will feel better knowing that many of us have felt the pressure of that ticking mousetrap in our carts!

    …wishing the tired, sleepy, night nurse would hurry it along, i heard report on my patients just like i did at the start of every shift at the nursing home where i worked 7 a.m. to 7 p.m. three days a week.

    there was a new admission in room 5. the patient in room 10 had fallen during the night and would need vital signs and neuro checks every two hours. room 11 had ants crawling along the window that would need spraying today. there was a new patient in room 13 who wanted pain pills more often than she had them ordered.

    time was ticking, and i knew the mousetrap of time would be set in my med cart on the dot at 8 a.m. i wanted to have my blood pressures taken before i started my med pass. i hoped i would have time for a quick check on each of my patients by then too.

    as i prepared my cart and checked for supplies, a tiny little mouse scampered beside me when i ran to answer the phone from an impatient doctor who wanted to leave orders ‘with the medicine nurse’. ...at least the patient in room 13 could have her pain pills more often now.

    i had 19 patients this morning, and the first patient had to be wakened from a sound sleep.

    “why do they wake you up to give you sleeping pills?’ she grumbled.

    “i need my pills crushed in applesauce,” she said in a more agitated voice as she almost threw the pills back at me.

    back at the med cart, i was somewhat confused because two of the meds were enteric coated, meaning they should not be crushed. i wondered what the other nurses were doing about that. maybe i could convince her to swallow them whole if i did some patient teaching about enteric-coated pills.

    in the next room, my patient was sound asleep, but i did not have to disturb him because he had a gastric tube (g-tube) and was on constant tube feeding. my problem was that his powdered medication would not dissolve in water! i stirred and stirred. i added warm water. maybe it would dissolve while i did a placement and residual check of the tube. but no, the powder continued to float on the top of the water. finally, i just poured the mixture into the tube syringe – and it promptly clogged up!

    just then his wife stirred from her sleep in the chair and said, “you have to mix it with hot water first.” why hadn’t someone just written that on the medication record? now i had to spend several precious mousetrap-ticking minutes unclogging the g-tube!

    “please help me to the bathroom. i’m going to mess this bed if i don’t get to the bathroom,” my next patient begged.

    by law, the medication nurse isn’t supposed to be helping patients to the bathroom while passing meds. but tell that to someone who’s holding the back of their gown and slipping off the edge of the bed. i turned on the call light and felt that mouse getting bigger as it ran down the call light string toward my fingers.

    due to a sleepy, slow-voiced, night nurse who took 45-minutes to give report, i hadn’t had time to check any blood pressures, and my next patient had a medication that was certain to lower his blood pressure very effectively and quickly. i would not give this med without checking to see if his blood pressure was already low.

    shucks. it was 80/40. too low for the medication. too late, i realized i had put this pill in with his other meds, and now i had to figure out which one it was and make a place to chart the low blood pressure because no one had done it before now. i also had to chart why i didn’t give the medication. and, i had to do another patient teaching about this medication to the patient when he got upset because i held the med.

    already it was almost 9 a.m. and the mousetrap in my med cart was rattling around every time i opened a drawer. i could smell the sweet cheesy odor on the trap, and i could feel the mouse allusively nearby!

    patient seven had more pills than carter has liver pills – as we like to say about patients who take more than 10 pills at one time. this one had 20 pills that had to be laboriously checked and rechecked against the medication record. i put a dot on each space on the med record to indicate each pill had been accounted for. i would put my initial in each space after i gave the meds. i hurried into the room almost tripping on the fast-moving mouse as it ran ahead of me and dashed under the bed.

    “now what are these for?” asked my patient as she dumped the pulls onto the sheet for a re-count and explanation. several small white pills slipped silently to the floor and rolled out of sight under the bed.

    do i chance getting bit by the hungry mouse as i get on my hands and knees and peer into the darkness? all i see are two beady eyes reminding me that the trap is still set. if i don’t find the pills and discard them, housekeeping will report the pills to the supervisor, and she will be sure to match them against who was suppose to have given them. i brave the mouse and return to the cart for new pills.

    a half-hour later, in room 14, my patient is asleep on his left side with a pillow stuffed against his back for support. there is a trocantor pillow strapped between his knees – a sure sign of a recent hip surgery. i cannot turn him by myself. we need to use the log-roll method of turning to prevent injury to his new metal hip.

    locking the med cart, closing all the med books, and covering any evidence of confidential patient information open to public view, i kick at the imaginary mouse under the cart.

    “i know what time it is, but you won’t get the best of me. i’ll conquer you yet!” i hiss as i hurry down the hall to find help with my patient.

    i’m quite aware that the medication is a simple stool softener than could be given at noon when the patient is up in his chair for therapy, but someone put it down as an 8 a.m. med because it’s given once a day. i could skip it and no one would know – except i would know!

    twenty minutes later the patient is positioned up in bed, the pill is given, and i can move on to patient number 15 (of 19).

    the clock says it’s 10:00, and i have no more time to finish passing my meds, and still be in compliance. the second hand of the clock looks suspiciously like the long, brown tail of a mouse!

    biting my lower lip to stop the quiver and pushing back tears filling the corner of my eyes, i collect the meds for my next patient.

    “i asked for a pain pill 45 minutes ago! why can’t anybody do anything around here? i called my doctor, and he said he gave you new orders for my pain pills. i want the number for your administrator!”

    "i’m so sorry you had to wait. i know you must be in a lot of pain. i’ll get your pain pills right now. in fact, the doctor said you could have two. would you like me to bring both pills?” i reply in the most tender voice possible, although in a bit of a quandary because i can’t remember my patient's name at the moment.

    “no. i’ll take one now and take the other one later if i need it,” replies the patient who is unaware that the request will would require another clarifying order from the doctor, because he ordered two pain pills to be given every four hours.

    i’m sure i hear a nest full of squeaking baby mice under her bed as i hurry back to my cart to sign out one narcotic pill.

    my last room has two little ladies who are comparing notes on their care.

    “i’m suppose to take my meds with food,” one says to the other. “and i had breakfast hours ago.”

    “i take three different kind of eye drops five-minutes apart,” adds the other patient as i walk through the door.

    i turn back to find some crackers and milk at the nurses station.

    after delivering the meds with food, i search frantically through the half dozen drawers in the med cart for the eye drops. i feel faint and nauseated. it’s almost 11 a.m. and that mouse is still dodging my every step and getting bigger by the minute! i’ve been up since 4 a.m. with nothing to eat or drink so far this morning. the prescribed eye drops are nowhere to be found! i strongly suspect that the night nurse put them in her pocket and didn’t check her uniform before she went to bed for the day.

    i circle my initials in the space for the missing eye drops and wonder what i’m going to write as my reason for not giving the meds. and, i wonder how my patient will react when i tell her that i can’t give them now.

    it’s almost time to start noon meds, and i’ve just finished morning meds – some of which are the same! do i give them again?

    it looks like the hall is becoming darker as it seems to fill with monster-sized marching rats, but it’s only my supervisor who asks how it’s going and offers an encouraging smile and a snack for my break.

    i wait for her comments that i’m out of compliance or that i will have to do better if i’m going to work this hall. but instead, she carries a steaming cup of hot coffee hand in one hand and offers me one my most favorite dark chocolate candy bars with the other.

    “may i borrow your keys to the med cart?” she asks with some mischief in her voice. “i have some mousetraps to remove."

    i would remind my classmates and myself, as new rn's and possible supervisor of lpn's,... may we always remember to remove the mousetraps.
    enlightening story. in addition, let me offer you my congratulations on your writing skills as one reads through your article, it places the reader in the familiar situation which all of us nurses have experience one time or another, thank you for sharing the mousetrap in my med. cart.....aloha~
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    99percent- with your writing ability, WHY are you wasting your talent in Nursing?!!! If I could write a story as vivdly as that- my butt would be long gone, in some little coastal town or in the mountains some where just me and my keyboard, maybe a dog and a fireplace but absolutly not anywhere near the healthcare industry. Good job!!

    Could you maybe crank out a story about the mean old fang bearing blood sucking CEO's Please????
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    Quote from 99percentangel
    “may i borrow your keys to the med cart?” she asks with some mischief in her voice. “i have some mousetraps to remove."

    unquestionably, the above this is the best quote of the story
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    Love this story. Described my LTC days too perfectly.
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    Very good story! When I was in training after being put in my LPN position I was pulling my hair out trying to stay in that window too. My "trainers" all kept telling me "it can be done" "You'll figure out ways" "You'll get used to it" But none of course would come right out and speak the truth about HOW they were actually getting done in time.
    It didn't take me very long to figure out some of them are doing a lot of "shadey" stuff to get done in time. Some worse than others of course. My strong ethics are surely what is going to be "the end of my nursing career" I REFUSE to do what the worst of them do.
    I have found things signed for for days that weren't even opened yet. (HOW exactly are they getting the pills out of a sealed box to give them?) People's blood sugars through the roof but only after specific nurse's have been on.(why is the patient only an "unstable diabetic" for one nurse?) Meds signed for that aren't even there from the pharmacy yet and we do not have in the E box? Wound dressings that still have my date and initials on from the last day I worked? Signed it was changed. The list goes on.
    I more often than not am working "out of compliance" for both my med passes in my shift. I do try to take the mouse traps out of my med cart but then I come back after being off one day and find six more! It surely is an uphill battle to try to stay in compliance and I feel even more hopeless to be able to do everything expected in 8 hours.
    I feel so bad for anyone starting school that is not told the truth before they sink all that hard work time and money into school.I most likely would not have even bothered if I was told the truth about what is actually done to stay in time compliance vs what is really suppose to be done. I knew who I was before I started school and would have known from the gate that I am not "the right type of person" for this job.
    I am just waiting for the bomb to drop on my head for all the "unauthorized overtime" I am forced to do to actually DO the things that are required by law and facility that I do every day. In the past four months I have only gotten done on time twice!
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    Meanwhile, the CEO of one chain of nursing homes (headquartered in this town) makes an income of $28,000,000/year off of the blood, sweat and tears of people like us. This level of income should be ILLEGAL. It is money taken from OUR tax dollars: Medicare and Medicaid, for the most part.

    Strong government regulations and strong unions should make horror stories like this a thing of the past. I do appreciate your gentle humor in recounting this episode, but in reality it's more scary than funny.
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    Quote from maremma
    my "trainers" all kept telling me "it can be done" "you'll figure out ways" "you'll get used to it" but none of course would come right out and speak the truth about how they were actually getting done in time.
    i applaud you for refusing to do what others do wrong in their practice....aloha~
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    Meanwhile, the CEO of one chain of nursing homes (headquartered in this town) makes an income of $28,000,000/year off of the blood, sweat and tears of people like us.

    HOLY SMOKES!~
    Kesmarn Can you tell me how to find this type of information out for my own facility?


    I have to assume it is the same type crap here. I am currently looking for a position in a faith based facility around here because most of them are "not for profit" and the people that work there are happy to go to work every day vs those of us working at the "for profit" facilities that are sick to the stomach wit fear to go to work. Of course it is a long wait and hard to get into these facilities because the turnover is so low. You have to wait for people to retire! LOL

    I got a call today from the scheduler at work. She says "I'm sorry" I have to do this to you again, but you are working as an aid when you come in tonight. SORRY? LOL I did laugh out loud. I was RELIEVED by that message on my phone! One less day that I have to clock in this week and be afraid it is my last.
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    Quote from maremma
    i got a call today from the scheduler at work. she says "i'm sorry" i have to do this to you again, but you are working as an aid when you come in tonight. sorry? lol i did laugh out loud. i was relieved by that message on my phone! one less day that i have to clock in this week and be afraid it is my last.
    first of all, i would like to say i'm truly sorry that you're having to go through this. however, just like you stated on your post above at least you're still on payroll, i have dear colleagues of mine that are rn's & they have been out of job for over 1year and half. having said that, please try to hold on for as long as you can, or until you can find yourself a better job. wishing you the very best in all of your future endeavors as i send you a hug from across the miles....aloha~


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