The nastiest story that I have EVER heard! It happened to me!

Oh, that is NASTY!!!!!

I've heard about little confused patients doing things like that, but if I had been in your shoes, I would have been blowing cookies!

Anne, RNC I think now I'll just wait a little on breakfast

Well, my yuckiest (don't eat for the next minute, okay?).....

I lived up to my "Nerd the fearless" name one night. We had a pt who would dig his own poop out and eat it. If he hadn't had a bowel movement, he'd go excavating. What made it worse was that he'd had some kind of cancer of the mandible, and had all this interior/exterior metal stuff that was used to replace the missing mandible. Well, of course, it tears your gloves, rips up your hands, and of course, the pt is determined to keep his "present" in his mouth. His primary nurse is gagging and trying not to vomit, pt's chewing happily. I put on two sets of surgical gloves, get a handful of saline flushes and the pink mouth scrubs. I got him cleaned out, and we got an order for mitts.

And I didn't eat fudge for a month.

Soooooooooo, does that go under "intake" or "output?"

That has me in tears.

Yike!- I can just imagine the "incident report" for that one!!

I can't initiate a nursing care plan as an LPN, but would that be considered:

Ineffective fecal mastication?
Acute confusion r/t inability to tell your mouth from your ......?

That guy (and the one who threw up dissecting esophageal varices) are the two yuckiest ones I've had.

Thing is we all talk about these stories over lunch at the local Applebee's. They stick us away from everyone. Only the bartender can handle us.

BAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!:rot fl:

I've seen that once..........it's one of about a thousand memories I wouldn't wish on anybody. Pt. was a Native American woman in her 50s, looked decades older, and she had been drinking a fifth of whiskey a day since she was 9. I'd just come around the corner and stepped into her room when she threw up this huge glut of blood, which splattered the walls and the floor. I hollered for help and yanked the call light cord out of the wall to sound the alarm, but she just kept vomiting........she bled out before we could even get her to the ICU. It was a hell of a way to die, and I felt horrible about it for a long time afterward. Several of my co-workers said, "Well, she did it to herself". That may be, but I don't think anyone deserves THAT........ugh.