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- Jun 10, '12 by FranemtnurseQuote from mama_dI just love it.Last night I had an extremely confused, incontinent LOL. My tech was one of our "baby" staff...he's been qorking with us for a few years now but is in his early 20's, over ten years older than me. He cleaned up said LOL by himself, and I walked in to give her some meds immediately after. She looked at me very indignantly and said "Do you have any idea what your husband just did to me?" Which was followed about fifteen minutes later, as she saw him pass by her room in the hall, with "Who's that good looking young man? Can I meet him?" I swear the entire shift with her was like dealing with Dory from "Finding Nemo".
Same patient was thoroughly convinced that we were in her living room, not a patient room at a hospital, and was getting combative trying to get the intruders (us) out of her house. I knew it probably wouldn't help much, but pointed out to her on the wall above her white board where the name of our hospital is as proof that we were not in her home and we were supposed to be helping her get over her illness. Her response: "What ***** put that up in my living room and where the hell is she? I'm gonna beat the crap out of her, putting that ugly ass thing in MY house."
It was a LONG night but oddly enough made me miss working geropsych.Last edit by Esme12 on Jan 21, '13
- Jun 10, '12 by NayRNJust yesterday we were at the grocery store and this lady started talking to my daughter (she's 6) and I tried to hurry my daughter along after a minute and said "ok, lets go down the cheese aisle now!" The lady took my daughter's hand and walked with us, talking to her like she was her granddaughter. I went with it, and my daughter, good girl that she is, went along with it too, giving me a backwards "what the heck?" confused/amused grin. We walked up the aisle until we found the woman's husband at the end, looking for her. I pointed him out to her and gave her a hug, told her we would see her later, and told her husband "it's ok." After she went to him and walked away, my daughter asked "who was that, mommy?" I told her that she was a confused old lady that liked to talk to little girls. I told her that we had made her happy for a couple minutes by talking to her and walking with her. I'm sure someday my six year old will understand.
- Jun 18, '12 by SkaydaYears ago at my mother's AFH we were caring for my boyfriend's fraternal grandmother and she had late stage Alzheimer's. She had the habit of "collecting" items and shoving them up her sleeves and down her brief so whenever we would change her an entire silverware drawer with other Nic-nacks would fall out!Last edit by Skayda on Jun 18, '12
- Jun 24, '12 by dandk1997RNI've had plenty of interesting patients and will undoubtedly have plenty more. Here are some of the more memorable ones:
-LOL with some stroke-related dementia. She constantly told us that she was in NeighboringTown's Hospital. We'd orient her to the fact that she was in ThisTown at the rehab, and she would tell us that obviously, someone had moved NeighboringTown's Hospital to ThisTown.
-Same LOL would call 911 on us all the time to tell them we had a package for her at the front desk but wouldn't give it to her.
-And she would constantly try to disimpact herself. Watch out if she tries to grab your hand.
-I'm sitting on my tele floor charting outside a room shared by two LOL, listening to an amusing conversation about the smokers outside their window. It got a whole lot funnier when they started talking about people coming in to listen to their apical HR and wondering why they couldn't listen up by the clavicle. The other replied it was because "they want to see my breasts. They all just want to look at them."
-Same LOL has a psych consult a couple days later. He goes in and the first thing she tells him is her BM status. I realize that every single person who goes into the room gets to hear about how she needs to have a BM, she hasn't had one in a couple days. And I mean EVERYONE who entered the room or walked past. I then turned around and noticed that she was wearing her gown over her street shirt.
-I'm busy with a discharge but it seems everyone is ignoring a particular patient whose light is on constantly. I go in to help (I recognize her from somewhere and know she is one very confused lady who CONSTANTLY has her call light on- I think she was in the hall at a facility where I went to monitor staff doing a stat blood draw as a phleb supervisor) and she is trying to get into the bathroom. We walk into a mess. The toilet has urine & a BM in it, as well as the other pts hat with urine in it & water and urine all over. The woman gets upset and says she will hold it. I clean it all up and take her back in, and she complains, very indignantly, that she doesn't understand who keeps doing that, but the bathroom is always a mess. I tell the nurse for the pt in the other bed about the BM and the amt of urine so he can chart on his pt, and he tells me that his patient isn't ambulatory and has not been getting up to the bathroom at all. So LOL has been making the huge mess she is complaining about, poor thing.
- Jun 24, '12 by RedhairedNurse2BeI was taking a patient down to the dining room for lunch one day. She was refusing to go. She would only go if my mom and sister agreed to come along. Since she was diabetic and needed to eat I played along. I told her my mom and sister were downstairs waiting for us. She then sat in her wheel chair and let me take her downstairs without a problem.
- Jun 27, '12 by SkaydaQuote from Jenni811We call them "briefs" and the residents call them either "diapers", "briefs" or "pull-ups". They can call them whatever they want but we have to be respectful and not use the term "diapers" because its demeaning to them to treat them like children, even unintentionally.
diapers? Do u mean products???
Sorry, my pet peeve when people call them diapers.
- Jun 27, '12 by SkaydaBack in 1995-1996 I was working for my mother, (a retired LPN), as an aide in her AFH which catered to late-stage dementia clients. Well, as we know during the weekdays any facility can get pretty busy with family coming and going visiting. Anyway, one day it was this other aide and myself on duty, (it was a two aide house in the beginning), this one little old lady started to glare the evil eye at us and began muttering under her breath about what type of place this really was and that we weren't pulling the wool over HER eyes any longer! The other aide and I looked at each other and then one of us said to the resident; "You seem really upset, "Resident's Name"..." And she goes; "Don't you try any of your funny business with me! I see all those men coming and going around here! I wasn't born yesterday! I know you gals are running a whore house!" And then, to put the cherry on top so to say, she leaned over and stage-whispered that she wanted "at least 15% of the profits!" To say the other aide and myself were speechless was an understatement! I told my Mom about it later and we had to laugh. It had happened on a holiday when every resident had had multiple family members come visit and a lot of them were male, so to our poor confused resident they were the "johns" coming to "visit" this "house of Ill repute".
We also had a non-verbal Alzheimer's resident with acute anosmia who got a kick out of taking up flowers, (real or fake), holding them up to her nose, inhaling deeply and then shrugging and shaking her head while laughing at the "joke" she just played on us.
- One of the ladies just called me into their room all upset because she "had been gambling with these women all night and now she doesn't have any money to put in the pot." She had me follow her back to her bedroom and she pointed to her TV, which was airing an old episode of Reba, and said she'd been playing a game with "those women" there all night and now she owes them money cause she kept losing. So, apparently she'd been playing poker with Reba McEntire all evening after supper. She asked me to go have them come down and talk to her but I just said that they had to go home and we'd figure it out in the morning. (She'll forget about it all by then). That appeased her and she said she wanted to "shut the game off" for now and go to bed, so that's what we did: She turned off the TV off and crawled into bed.
- Quote from NayRNThat's beautiful!Just yesterday we were at the grocery store and this lady started talking to my daughter (she's 6) and I tried to hurry my daughter along after a minute and said "ok, lets go down the cheese aisle now!" The lady took my daughter's hand and walked with us, talking to her like she was her granddaughter. I went with it, and my daughter, good girl that she is, went along with it too, giving me a backwards "what the heck?" confused/amused grin. We walked up the aisle until we found the woman's husband at the end, looking for her. I pointed him out to her and gave her a hug, told her we would see her later, and told her husband "it's ok." After she went to him and walked away, my daughter asked "who was that, mommy?" I told her that she was a confused old lady that liked to talk to little girls. I told her that we had made her happy for a couple minutes by talking to her and walking with her. I'm sure someday my six year old will understand.