(Nursing only, dearest mods, lest not we turn blue.)
Not one, BUT TWO, abuse reports. Busted my butt to advocate. Guess how much I was able to do? NOTHING!
Very dangerous disease that is contagious is diagnosed months after multiple admissions. I went out of my way to piss off the right people so we can FINALLY get a grip on this situation. How much did I accomplish? NOTHING!
Terrified blind and deaf person unable to soothe from panics. I do everything in my power to ensure no triggers present during my last shift with her. Worked my tail off for that. How much progress did that make? NONE!
I got off work late as hell for the first time in ages because my group was so hard and heavy. My boss decides that would be the best time ever to sit me down and scold me for being late. THANKS, OBAMA!!!!
I built up so much trust with this patient. What a sweet, wonderful guy. Apparently he was grumpy with everyone else, but not me. You know the kind. The type that makes you feel like a rock star for getting below the crusty exterior. But then a conversation happened making me have to report a dangerous situation (dangerous to the patient). I had to violate his trust. I HATE HATE HATE this part of nursing. And what came of that violation of trust? NOTHING.
I told a doctor that a PICC had a puncture or tear in it at an undetermined place, internally, near the insertion site. I told him nursing isn't able to safely remove it. He told the next nurse to remove it. They always say, DOCUMENT TO SAVE YOUR BUTT! And I HAD documented it. I had reported it. I had given it to the next nurse in report. But when she removed the PICC, thank god it was okay, but she was surprised by the look on my face when I asked - how did the MD verify it was okay?! What did he do? NOTHING. And she forgot I said anything.
You guys are totally welcome to contribute to this b fest thread. Please do. I'm a grouchy pants and you know misery loves company!
Got an admit partway through shift. No problem. Parent only talked about herself. Getting any information about the child was like pulling teeth. Thank God the kid was old enough to answer some questions on her own.
I know I posted a comment about this a while ago, on a different thread, but this reminds me of an article I read, about 30 yrs ago, about emotional child abuse. One of the anecdotes was about an elementary school-aged girl who apparently broke her arm during recess. Her teacher found her crying silently in a corner. When the girl was taken to the hospital, her mother was contacted. The first thing the mother did when she arrived at the hospital was demand to know where the coffee machine was. She continued to ignore her daughter. The teacher finally understood why the girl had never said anything to her about her arm, she was used to being ignored.
I know I posted a comment about this a while ago, on a different thread, but this reminds me of an article I read, about 30 yrs ago, about emotional child abuse. One of the anecdotes was about an elementary school-aged girl who apparently broke her arm during recess. Her teacher found her crying silently in a corner. When the girl was taken to the hospital, her mother was contacted. The first thing the mother did when she arrived at the hospital was demand to know where the coffee machine was. She continued to ignore her daughter. The teacher finally understood why the girl had never said anything to her about her arm, she was used to being ignored.
Well, I work in a LTC in a rather rural area. We get more and more tasks to do and no additional help. We don't get additional help because we are in such a rural area. This job has gone from being about the resident to being about the tasks. I love my residents, but am learning to despise our administrator and the nurse manager consultants we have. That and now more tasks due to changes in our state's medicaid.
Got an admit partway through shift. No problem. Parent only talked about herself. Getting any information about the child was like pulling teeth. Thank God the kid was old enough to answer some questions on her own.
Last week we had an admit from the OR that was coming back intubated and was supposed to remain intubated overnight. (A baby.)
Anesthesia brought him...awake. Wheeled him in and was like "okay great what's his temp and I'll be on my way"
NO NOT GREAT THE BABYS HEART RATE IS 50 YOU CANT LEAVE
The breathing tube was completely obstructed with a mucous plug and had no chest rise and was clamping down hard. Unclear if the patient had self extubated. The anesthesiologist pats his pockets....oops he didn't bring any drugs with him. Thanks. So we are scrambling to draw up RSI drugs to reintubate and code drugs as well. Doc is like "no no don't draw up epi he doesn't need epi, he's fine."
And that's how we almost coded the new admit who wasn't even in the computer yet. Super.
They came out yesterday all hands on deck...have yet to show up for night shift when the crowds gets a little more...crispier...more meetings to follow.
I was sitting on the toilet for the first time in 10 hours when the CT tech calls and says he needs help holding c-spine to get my pt on a slide board for transport. He is in the pt's room. I try to politely tell him that I am indisposed and he says "well you better find someone who isn't busy." Ole boy proceeds to stand in the hallway and wait for me despite the main nurse's station being just around the corner with tons of techs sitting and texting. I was borderline homicidal.
A patient told me she had to use the bathroom so I went out to get a commode. I return and a visitor is blocking the doorway. I firmly say "excuse me" 3x. The visitor turns around and says "Oh dear Lord there you are. My neighbor needs to use the bathroom, can you get in here and do your job please?"
me: "that's exactly what I plan to do with this TOILET THAT'S IN MY HANDS!"
all all the not sick people complaining about wait times and petty crap.
Last week we had an admit from the OR that was coming back intubated and was supposed to remain intubated overnight. (A baby.)
Anesthesia brought him...awake. Wheeled him in and was like "okay great what's his temp and I'll be on my way"
NO NOT GREAT THE BABYS HEART RATE IS 50 YOU CANT LEAVE
The breathing tube was completely obstructed with a mucous plug and had no chest rise and was clamping down hard. Unclear if the patient had self extubated. The anesthesiologist pats his pockets....oops he didn't bring any drugs with him. Thanks. So we are scrambling to draw up RSI drugs to reintubate and code drugs as well. Doc is like "no no don't draw up epi he doesn't need epi, he's fine."
And that's how we almost coded the new admit who wasn't even in the computer yet. Super.
Well, I work in a LTC in a rather rural area. We get more and more tasks to do and no additional help. We don't get additional help because we are in such a rural area. This job has gone from being about the resident to being about the tasks. I love my residents, but am learning to despise our administrator and the nurse manager consultants we have. That and now more tasks due to changes in our state's medicaid.
I feel your pain deeply on the lack of supports in a rural setting.
They came out yesterday all hands on deck...have yet to show up for night shift when the crowds gets a little more...crispier...more meetings to follow.
Ours show up with donuts. How about you bring another nurse instead? OR!!!! You could bring your own scrubs and join us on the dark side!
Feels good, doesn't it! Hopefully it remains the bonding moment it is intended to be. Last time we had one of these, it went down hill. But, so far it's been decent and lacked harsh comments about patients.
Nightshade1972
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I know I posted a comment about this a while ago, on a different thread, but this reminds me of an article I read, about 30 yrs ago, about emotional child abuse. One of the anecdotes was about an elementary school-aged girl who apparently broke her arm during recess. Her teacher found her crying silently in a corner. When the girl was taken to the hospital, her mother was contacted. The first thing the mother did when she arrived at the hospital was demand to know where the coffee machine was. She continued to ignore her daughter. The teacher finally understood why the girl had never said anything to her about her arm, she was used to being ignored.
:-(