*All names have been changed for confidentiality.
Beginning of shift:
Ding dong... Ding dong. This is the sound that a regular call light makes. DINGDONG,DINGDONG,DINGDONG. This is the sound that a call light pulled from the bathroom of a residents room makes, while simultaneously flashing red on the ceiling of the hall. As I walk onto the unit today I see, not one DINGDONG,DINGDONG, but two going off at once. This in and of itself is no problem. However, upon reaching the nursing station, I find not one, not two, but four of the five CNA's currently on duty sitting.Kicked back. Throw some sand on the ground and put a Corona in their hands and you'd have thought they were on the coast of Bermuda catching some rays.
My hair is already on end. Ok I understand that first shift is the busiest shift and you guys are tired and blah blah blah (don't I sound so understanding?) but this isn't just a regular call light. How about you try sitting on a cold toilet for 12 minutes while you wait for your diva CNA to get done texting her baby's daddy and come help you up. It's bull crap.
So of course, I say something. Something so small a mouse couldn't have gotten offended... unless the mouse had a reason to be defensive... hmmm. "Marie is done on the bathroom," I state calmly as I walk to set my stuff down. From over my shoulder I hear something to the tune of, "Well get her off then."
I will. Gladly. Only she's a 'no male CNA' so I can't. But how about the fact that that is beside the point. So I decide to sling some crap at them like 'you lazy sons of sloths..' and they sling some crap back at me like 'keep your pinocchio nose out of our business..' and now I'm beginning to wonder how many CNA's it will take to wipe all this crap up before we can just get Marie off the dang toilet. In the end, I feel I did the right thing by speaking up, yet it didn't really seem to accomplished much.
FAST FORWARD
End of shift:
Ding dong.. Ding do"Hey Reta what can I do for you?"
"Get my nurse, tell him I need a breathing treatment."
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"Hey Ed, Reta is asking for a breathing treatment."
"That's too bad Reta's going to have to wait. She just got one 45 minutes ago she can't have another one for at least 15 minutes squeek squeek mumble garble..."
(This is how Ed ALWAYS reacts no matter the request from no matter the resident. The font size represents how much I'm paying attention to what he's saying. He's not as bad as he sounds, usually when I tell him so and so needs a pain pill or whatever, he rants and raves about how they have to wait and he's busy and all this jazz but he's basically all talk.)
Ok I think to myself. He's the nurse. Roughly 10 minutes go by and Reta's light is on again. Same thing. Wants a breathing treatment. Only this time, her respirations seem more labored than usual to me. Now Reta is end-stage COPD, so she's not exactly the picturesque example of healthy respiratory function, but man is she breathing hard! That's it. I'm gonna have to make this happen.
"Ed, Rita's requested a breathing treatment again. She needs one too she's breathing way too heavy."
Ed gives me the 'she's going to have to wait' shpeel again.
"Ed, she can't breath! Curtainly there is something you can do!"
"Well I'll get to her in a minute and check her sats but she can't have another treatment for such and such minutes so she's just going to have to blah blah blah"
"Ok Ed, where's the O2 sat monitor? I'm doing it myself."
*Giant sigh* "Fine! #%$@!! I'll *$&@ do it now!!"
I get busy with another room. As I come out roughly 10 minutes later, Ed is scrambling around multiple carts looking stressed out as ever. My sweet Rita's vitals? I'm glad you asked! HR:150 O2:45%. Sweet Rita was in respiratory distress and did I ever feel like a future RN and an awesome patient advocate!
Do the right thing. No matter what. Even if it means you get trampled on by a pack of 1st shift CNA sloths. Or getting your head chewed off by your superior. If you live with a clean conscience, you'll be the one sleeping well at night. Goodnight!