Okay...so maybe gutless is a strong word but I am having a difficult time finding another term to describe some of my colleagues after the most recent assault I was involved in. The nurses station is isolated and poorly designed to where the patient is between the door and the desk where patients come in and sit down for assessments or just to chat.
Some time into my shift a patient enters the office and is focused on some persecutory delusion. I perform some active/reflective listening. He seems okay but just flips instantaneously, screams, jumps up from his chair, slams the door, turns to me and just charges me. I am not easily frightened, but this patient outweighs me by a decent amount and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to make me pay for...whatever.
As I am slammed against the wall, I am pushing back, trying to escape using the bi-yearly, substandard escape maneuvers we are taught during orientation, I am repeatedly shouting for help only to see one or maybe two of the techs open the door, watching the patient attempting to rip my face off, only to see them close the door. I am able to work my way around the patient take two steps to the door to try a futile escape before he grabs my back and closes the door. A couple of seconds later the door opens again and I see a nurse and a tech from a different wing on my unit enter the room. He lunges at me again but I am able to side step him and guide him to the floor. As I feel the other nurse grab him, I get out of the room to collect myself and catch my breath. I was honestly glad to be alive. When something like that happens, which has never happened to me, I felt like I was going to die.
Personnel arrived seconds later from other units to assist. After the adrenaline slows down, I assess the damage. Mostly a few scratches and bruises. As a few days have now gone by, I am beginning to feel anger, not over what the patient did (obviously it comes with the job) but by the complete cowardice of the two techs on my wing who just stood by and did nothing to help, despite me shouting at the top of my lungs for help. I must have shouted it at least 15 times. Several of those times were when the techs were looking at us like a deer in headlights and several more after watching them withdraw.
Am I alone? Am I wrong to feel pissed off at them? Thanks.
Okay...so maybe gutless is a strong word but I am having a difficult time finding another term to describe some of my colleagues after the most recent assault I was involved in. The nurses station is isolated and poorly designed to where the patient is between the door and the desk where patients come in and sit down for assessments or just to chat.
Some time into my shift a patient enters the office and is focused on some persecutory delusion. I perform some active/reflective listening. He seems okay but just flips instantaneously, screams, jumps up from his chair, slams the door, turns to me and just charges me. I am not easily frightened, but this patient outweighs me by a decent amount and you can tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted to make me pay for...whatever.
As I am slammed against the wall, I am pushing back, trying to escape using the bi-yearly, substandard escape maneuvers we are taught during orientation, I am repeatedly shouting for help only to see one or maybe two of the techs open the door, watching the patient attempting to rip my face off, only to see them close the door. I am able to work my way around the patient take two steps to the door to try a futile escape before he grabs my back and closes the door. A couple of seconds later the door opens again and I see a nurse and a tech from a different wing on my unit enter the room. He lunges at me again but I am able to side step him and guide him to the floor. As I feel the other nurse grab him, I get out of the room to collect myself and catch my breath. I was honestly glad to be alive. When something like that happens, which has never happened to me, I felt like I was going to die.
Personnel arrived seconds later from other units to assist. After the adrenaline slows down, I assess the damage. Mostly a few scratches and bruises. As a few days have now gone by, I am beginning to feel anger, not over what the patient did (obviously it comes with the job) but by the complete cowardice of the two techs on my wing who just stood by and did nothing to help, despite me shouting at the top of my lungs for help. I must have shouted it at least 15 times. Several of those times were when the techs were looking at us like a deer in headlights and several more after watching them withdraw.
Am I alone? Am I wrong to feel pissed off at them? Thanks.