Haven't we all had to bite our tongues at times in order NOT to say that which is desperately demanding to be said but probably wouldn't send Press-Gainey into swoons of delight? Here are a few of mine -- please share yours! Nurses Announcements Archive Article
Things I'd like to say to patients (or their families) and get away with:
"I'm so sorry no one told you that drinking a liter of hard liquor a day could cause heart problems. This must be a complete shock to you, having alcohol-induced cardiomyopathy. But did you honestly think drinking that much daily would be GOOD for your health?" Clenched my teeth, bit my tongue and didn't say anything when the patient was going all "Woe is Me!" because of his cardiomyopathy and how unfair life is that this happened to him just when he was . . . .
"I don't know the anesthesiologist who promised you that you would have NO pain post-operatively. But I can assure you that it's not unusual for heart surgery to hurt."
This to the patient and family who wanted the patient to be drugged into oblivion until "he's all better." They never did understand why he had to be "awake and miserable" to do his pulmonary toilet, physical therapy or eat.
"No, ma'am. The surgery didn't make your husband this way. I'm pretty sure he had some memory issues BEFORE he had the surgery. That would be why he was taking Namendia and possibly why he was living in a memory care unit instead of at home with you." Didn't say it, but I was thinking it pretty loudly!
"Yes, Ma'am. I sure he lived through the night. I'm looking at him right now, and he's eating breakfast. I'm sure he'll forgive you for selling all of his things and using the money to buy that Birkin bag you've always wanted. He did look pretty sick last night, what with that not breathing and all."
"Of course you can stay all night, Ma'am. But that pillow you've got under your arm is the one we just took out from under his left side; and we're going to put it under his right side momentarily. If you MUST lie down RIGHT NOW, please go ask the unit secretary for guest linens and don't take the stuff we need here" OK, I have said that, or something similar. But I didn't get away with it. I had to sit in the manager's office and explain all about how I was thinking that the wife might be less comfortable trying to sleep with all the drainage from his wound right under her cheek.
"You're HOW old? And you had to have your Mommy stay overnight? She's 80 and using a walker, and you're expecting her to sleep in this sleep chair? What's the matter with you?"
"You're here to visit your mother? Really? And you can't tell me her last name? I don't care how many times she got married, if you're close enough to be visiting her when she's in the ICU, you're close enough to know her last name!"
"Sir, if that were a service dog -- which I doubt, because I've never heard of a Service PitBill -- you'd be able to tell me what service he provides. And he'd have a service dog vest, not a spiked collar. I'm sorry, but "Spike" isn't allowed to visit, and neither are you until you come back without him." Now if I HAD said something like that (which I would have had I seen them coming before they actually got into the room), it would have prevented all sorts of drama when "Spike" attacked Dad's nurse and pinned him up against the wall.
I'm sure I'm not the only one who has nearly exploded from the strain of trying NOT to say that which is desperately DEMANDING to be said . . . please share!