So, I am completely frustrated still from my shift yesterday. Not really looking for advice, I don't guess, I just have found in the past posting these types of things can help me "recover".
I was bummed to start with to discover I had been assigned one of our "frequent fliers". 5 years ago when I started as a nurse's aide, I loved my job. I loved my patients: all of them, even the difficult ones. This woman, and her antics, was the first time in my career I remember dreading entering a patient's room. She enjoys being in the hospital, and the center of attention. She monopolizes your time, taking it from other patients. At one time, I was called to her room so she could report to me that her index finger was having a "stroke", so I should call the doctor to tell him she cannot be discharged.
In recent years, she has started "falling" within minutes of being notified of discharge orders. Flat on her face, "unresponsive"...but somehow manages to hit the call bell before she "loses her consciousness". Never a mark on her (and she's a big woman, if she fell there would have to be a sign). When she "wakes up", she remarks that she guess she will have to stay. And her doctor, who I love but is far too easy going, always cancels the discharge-so she can be monitored.
Well, MD told me yesterday she was going home, but no ride was available until 8pm (12 hours away). I knew what was coming, but before I could get to the room the call light was going off. I enter the room to find her butt up, face down on the floor-IV poll conveiently moved to corner, away from her landing zone where I left it. Refuses to respond. Call the supervisor, and us with a tech get her on her back. Still "out", but we can't help but notice her eyes are having a bit of trouble staying closed. And she's learned a new trick. She has a 2 inch scratch (not big enough to be considered a laceration) to her forehead, with some dry and fresh blood. Blood noted under her fingernails as well. We get her back to bed, doc comes in and looks at it. Steri-strip and dress it for good measures. Ordered to proceed with discharge.
For the next 5 hours, I had the pleasure of redressing her head "wound" 12 times, as she continues to take off her dressing and dig in the wound to restart bleeding, because we "can't send her home bleeding". She even took the steri-strips off. In spent my entire day with this woman, and I am ****** about it because I had 5 other sick patients that received crappy care due to her antics. Not eating and only peeing once in a 12 hour shift also kinda stinks when you are 36 weeks preggo. But really, the part that bothers me is that I am ashamed of the care that my other patients received. I really feel like I let them down.
So, I am completely frustrated still from my shift yesterday. Not really looking for advice, I don't guess, I just have found in the past posting these types of things can help me "recover".
I was bummed to start with to discover I had been assigned one of our "frequent fliers". 5 years ago when I started as a nurse's aide, I loved my job. I loved my patients: all of them, even the difficult ones. This woman, and her antics, was the first time in my career I remember dreading entering a patient's room. She enjoys being in the hospital, and the center of attention. She monopolizes your time, taking it from other patients. At one time, I was called to her room so she could report to me that her index finger was having a "stroke", so I should call the doctor to tell him she cannot be discharged.
In recent years, she has started "falling" within minutes of being notified of discharge orders. Flat on her face, "unresponsive"...but somehow manages to hit the call bell before she "loses her consciousness". Never a mark on her (and she's a big woman, if she fell there would have to be a sign). When she "wakes up", she remarks that she guess she will have to stay. And her doctor, who I love but is far too easy going, always cancels the discharge-so she can be monitored.
Well, MD told me yesterday she was going home, but no ride was available until 8pm (12 hours away). I knew what was coming, but before I could get to the room the call light was going off. I enter the room to find her butt up, face down on the floor-IV poll conveiently moved to corner, away from her landing zone where I left it. Refuses to respond. Call the supervisor, and us with a tech get her on her back. Still "out", but we can't help but notice her eyes are having a bit of trouble staying closed. And she's learned a new trick. She has a 2 inch scratch (not big enough to be considered a laceration) to her forehead, with some dry and fresh blood. Blood noted under her fingernails as well. We get her back to bed, doc comes in and looks at it. Steri-strip and dress it for good measures. Ordered to proceed with discharge.
For the next 5 hours, I had the pleasure of redressing her head "wound" 12 times, as she continues to take off her dressing and dig in the wound to restart bleeding, because we "can't send her home bleeding". She even took the steri-strips off. In spent my entire day with this woman, and I am ****** about it because I had 5 other sick patients that received crappy care due to her antics. Not eating and only peeing once in a 12 hour shift also kinda stinks when you are 36 weeks preggo. But really, the part that bothers me is that I am ashamed of the care that my other patients received. I really feel like I let them down.