LOL... sure... I can give this a whirl.
Call report line from home.. because I dont have time to sit at the office... because I just a call that my pt has died. jump into my clothes I laid out the night before, my hair is wringing wet... grab the phone, the laptop the portable computer, oh yes... dont forget my meds.
Pop in the car.. plug in the rear jack... the computer in the front jack the GPS system that will not freakin hold a charge. tether blackberry phone to computer upload the pt from the computer data base.. because it wasn't my pt... I forogot.. Im on call.. and it was my partners pt...lol
Call the family.. tell them I am on my way. When I hang up... I call my PCC and tell her that I am headed to a death, but could she pick up the green script from the doctors office for me. Since this death I am heading to is at the same facility that I will be seeing another pt I scan my previous visit notes and get them ready to print because my printer only works in the car with radio going my arm hanging outside the window... chewing bubblegum... and humming... work dammit work... or your roadkill" Afterseveral tries... I get one note printed.
Arrive at the house 1 our later (yes we live out in the boon docks.... our response times sucks... and we can't tell them where we are coming from..LOL but I will be there... the corpse might walk out on his own... but we will be there.
I get there, the family is now half drunk and crying. I locate the body do the assessment and do the pronouncement. There is usually one person at this point who didn't think that the blue color that granny was, was actually death, so she faints while boyfreind catches her. Get the body bathed with the help of NO ONE and dress her in a 4 piece suit.. because they do not understand the process of embalming at this point. We have a conversation about sending pt in pajamas or hospital gown so the facility can access her more easily. Nope... Granny isn't going out of the house without panties, girdle, bra, slip frilly shirt, too tight skirt and buckled shoes that no one thought to do slippers or let her go barefoot since her feet are contractured.. and can't wear the shoes... However... the shoes go anyway...
Get the Funeral Home there... which you have time since Billy BoBo had to go pick up his Auntie Maude and bring her to the dyin. At this time, I gather meds with the family to destroy, and to finish up the death report. There are arguments as to what Granny HaHa will be named on the death certificate, and then an all out brawl breaks out as to who will sign the death certificate as if they were getting the last will and testament read to them.
The funeral home comes, I call the doc, talk with the family some more, decline the ash topped cake Ms. Flo made while I was there and head back to my car to document and move on to my next patient.
Get to next pt, Granny poo poo has been sippin on hubby's Lactolose, and now can't quit pooping and she can't get off the toiliet to help her own hubby to the toliet and he is mad at her cause he had a boo boo with the poopoo in the bed.
His pain is fine, but his wife's bootie isn't. I go get her some of her own metamucil to take instead of the pt medication.
Off to the next patient who has just pulled out his foley. Replace it, also replace the nasal cannula he is using like a lasoo to grab things off the kitchen counter when his wife isn't looking. He has a nice stash of little debbie snack cakes hid in the couch and wife wondered why his blood sugar was 442 today. Teach on diabetes and the importance of keeping healthy snacks available for the patient and not having little debbie influence him any more.
Call results into Dr. New Orders, call the pharmacy profile meds, and call other pharmacy to have medications waiting to be picked up. and deliver back out to them.
Receive a call from the PCC, could I go (1 hour away) and see another pt they had fallen and gotten a skin tear and their nurse is tied up in a death right now...
Sure thing... teather up the blackberry pull in the pt drive 1.3 hours yep... skin tear... just enough for one bandaid. Nero's intact no other problems note... but wait.... they needs meds refilled. Call those in and get them filled ask if family can pick them up... but no.. we can't leave poppy.... so off we go pick up meds and take them back. My day is gone... no time to go back to office for paperwork and still didn't get to see two of my patients today.
Call directly to nurse oncall because I have missed my call in report time... tell her about 2 routine visits that need to be made today... because... I wont be able to push them later in the week.. because I am already seeing 8 pts a day. I typcially drive.... 2-300 miles a day I get a whopper of a mileage check but wait... Im still oncall tonight... dear lord... I will never sleep again......
I didn't put in the drug diversion, the name calling, the crying on my partners arms, and falling fast asleep in my husbands arms... oops...
I forgot to see my kids today...
Well... I can push that to tomorrow....
I know... it sounded a bit crazy... and I am not burnt out... honestly most of my days are lke that but we have to throw management into it, and a few staff meetings once a week which is two towns over from where I live... and OH NO....
They are changing the documentation system from PTCT to McKesson.... go live in 5 days... did you get your training in? Well... do the best you can.
OMG.... Renee.... did your brain fall out of your head... but that back in your head... and get back in the car woman.....lol
Aug 8, '08 by chskathleenerctuck
Aug 15, '08 by nursepammiejI came across your note regarding Florida Hospice and finishing your schooling. How did things work out for you. I am quite familar with FLorida and Hospices. Let me know how things are going.
I have worked home health and dialysis and med surg/er...
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