Hello - I am in my first week out of orientation, and on my own with a 5-6 pt workload on a busy med-surg unit. I love the unit, the work, the crazy pace, my co-workers, etc. However, I am beating myself up tonight over my day yesterday. I won't go into minute detail about how busy the morning was with assessments, meds, pain med requests, etc. Our pts are constantly being transported in and out for various tests and procedures. Well, I don't know where my brain was, but I was sending a pt down for a CXR who was on 2L of O2. Some transporters hook up the O2 (although with it technically being a "med", I know they are not supposed to). Normally, I do it myself, but for whatever reason I handed the tubing end to the transporter and told them she's on 2L. Long story short, I get a visit later that morning from my charge nurse and risk management to tell me that the O2 was never turned on. Patient was fine - suffered no ill effects (thank you Lord!), and I swore on my children to the risk mgmt rep and my charge nurse that this would never happen again (and for the 4 subsequent trips this pt took that day, I made sure I hooked it up, tested it, noted the remaining amount, etc). I totally realize the seriousness of the error, and am thankful that no harm was done, and I learned a very important lesson. No report was filed, and my charge nurse even shared a story with me about that happening to a family member of hers at the same hospital. Knowing I could have killed a pt was a real slap of reality. Part of me feels like an incompentent, unsafe, joke of a nurse - and the other part of me knows that I need to move forward with the knowledge that it won't happen again, and that I am on notice now to pay greater attention to everything. I just feel sick to my stomach thinking about it. Sorry if my post has no point other than to vent. Telling the story to my husband just isn't the same, you know? Thanks for listening...
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Hello - I am in my first week out of orientation, and on my own with a 5-6 pt workload on a busy med-surg unit. I love the unit, the work, the crazy pace, my co-workers, etc. However, I am beating myself up tonight over my day yesterday. I won't go into minute detail about how busy the morning was with assessments, meds, pain med requests, etc. Our pts are constantly being transported in and out for various tests and procedures. Well, I don't know where my brain was, but I was sending a pt down for a CXR who was on 2L of O2. Some transporters hook up the O2 (although with it technically being a "med", I know they are not supposed to). Normally, I do it myself, but for whatever reason I handed the tubing end to the transporter and told them she's on 2L. Long story short, I get a visit later that morning from my charge nurse and risk management to tell me that the O2 was never turned on. Patient was fine - suffered no ill effects (thank you Lord!), and I swore on my children to the risk mgmt rep and my charge nurse that this would never happen again (and for the 4 subsequent trips this pt took that day, I made sure I hooked it up, tested it, noted the remaining amount, etc). I totally realize the seriousness of the error, and am thankful that no harm was done, and I learned a very important lesson. No report was filed, and my charge nurse even shared a story with me about that happening to a family member of hers at the same hospital. Knowing I could have killed a pt was a real slap of reality. Part of me feels like an incompentent, unsafe, joke of a nurse - and the other part of me knows that I need to move forward with the knowledge that it won't happen again, and that I am on notice now to pay greater attention to everything. I just feel sick to my stomach thinking about it. Sorry if my post has no point other than to vent. Telling the story to my husband just isn't the same, you know? Thanks for listening...