Feeling guilty
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A few weekends ago, we were swamped and had several call ins. Even with our managers and DON on the floor taking patients, we all had 7 and 8 per nurse, and only 1 tech for 36 patients. Needless to say, I missed lunch and didn't get home until 1 1/2 hr after my shift was over. One of my patients was a 70's female, who's husband had passed a few months ago. Her only daughter was estranged, and she had no visitors. Very sweet lady, and was basically a no-needs patients and waiting for discharge. Her meds had been altered, and her hypertension was back under control. So, my more acute patients got more of my time. Her physical needs were met, but that's all I can say I did for her. Every time I walked out of her room, I could tell she wanted more from me. She wanted my time, she wanted me to sit and talk to her. Maybe brush her hair. The kind of things I would do, if I just had the time!
The second day I had her, we were still crazy busy. She was discharged. I discussed with her and her neice her new meds. They seemed to understand, and her neice was a nurse, so I felt comfortable sending her home. I knew I had not taken the time with her she deserved the last two days, so I kinda felt like she stabbed me in the heart when she hugged me and thanked me for being so kind to her.
I went back to work Tuesday, and went back to the ICU to hunt a doc. A patient was in the bed across from the nurses station moaning, and I see that her foot in caughtin the bed rails. I went to release it, since the ICU nurses where in patient rooms. And it was the woman. Turns out, she never got her meds filled and had a stroke. The neurologist does not expect her to recover, and she is on hospice.
I'm not sure why I am posting this. I know in my mind, I did nothing wrong. I explained her meds well to her and her neice, and she was very stable to return home. But, for some reason I feel so guilty when I look at her laying in that bed. I feel like I failed her, and I can't help but remember that Saturday when she wanted to show me pictures of her grandkids and I couldn't take the time to look. This is one of my most miserable times as a nurse.