I came into work the geriatric psych unit Friday night and my work wife Eleanor asked me if our supervisor, RoofElmo had telephoned me during the week. "No", I told her, "I only get calls from telemarketers, so I turn my phone off when Belinda and I are at home". "Well", Eleanor replied, "RoofElmo got ahold of me and told me not to leave the NS door propped open. It seems that Risk Management was reviewing monitor videos and saw that we had the NS door propped open with a waste can. So, don't prop the door open!"
Last week I told a story in a thread about Bob, a psychotic schizophrenic who was on 1:1 for behaviors. Basically, last Friday, I relieved the tech watching Bob, while he was in the quiet room which is right next to the NS, for a few minutes while I attempted to administer him his meds. Bob spit his meds out and spilled water on the floor. I went to clean up the spill, Bob grabbed me and we both went down on a mat. Bob sang, "I've got the world in my hands!" while I called out for assistance.
The event looked something like this:
I was able to get Bob to let go of me and go to the door of the quiet room to find none in the hall. The doors to both the NS and the community room were closed and locked, so no one could hear my cries for help, even though there were two staff members in the NS!
So I propped open the NS while I was in there so as to not have the situation repeated. If I'm in the NS, I want to be able to hear what's going on out in the hall!
I relayed the situation and my actions to Eleanor. As always, she gave me great deference and said, "I don't care! We are going to leave the door closed because they're watching us on the video monitors and addressing safety issues!"
"Oh oh oh oh", I retorted, " I'm sure Risk Management also saw me on the video monitor tapes being attacked by a patient and are addressing that safety issue!"
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I came into work the geriatric psych unit Friday night and my work wife Eleanor asked me if our supervisor, RoofElmo had telephoned me during the week. "No", I told her, "I only get calls from telemarketers, so I turn my phone off when Belinda and I are at home". "Well", Eleanor replied, "RoofElmo got ahold of me and told me not to leave the NS door propped open. It seems that Risk Management was reviewing monitor videos and saw that we had the NS door propped open with a waste can. So, don't prop the door open!"
Last week I told a story in a thread about Bob, a psychotic schizophrenic who was on 1:1 for behaviors. Basically, last Friday, I relieved the tech watching Bob, while he was in the quiet room which is right next to the NS, for a few minutes while I attempted to administer him his meds. Bob spit his meds out and spilled water on the floor. I went to clean up the spill, Bob grabbed me and we both went down on a mat. Bob sang, "I've got the world in my hands!" while I called out for assistance.
The event looked something like this:
I was able to get Bob to let go of me and go to the door of the quiet room to find none in the hall. The doors to both the NS and the community room were closed and locked, so no one could hear my cries for help, even though there were two staff members in the NS!
So I propped open the NS while I was in there so as to not have the situation repeated. If I'm in the NS, I want to be able to hear what's going on out in the hall!
I relayed the situation and my actions to Eleanor. As always, she gave me great deference and said, "I don't care! We are going to leave the door closed because they're watching us on the video monitors and addressing safety issues!"
"Oh oh oh oh", I retorted, " I'm sure Risk Management also saw me on the video monitor tapes being attacked by a patient and are addressing that safety issue!"