No Relief, Embarrasing Moment

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This thread involves the subject of menstruation, somewhat descriptive, so if that's a disturbing subject to you, well, you know.

I was scheduled for a long back case today, and this was also the 2nd day of my period. Every once in awhile (once a year or so), my period is heavy, as in, soaking a tampon and 2 pads stuck together.

I'd asked for another room that gave me better odds of getting a bathroom break, but that didn't happen (i simply said that due to personal matters, i would need a morning break, which those don't always happen). Coordinator says "Schedule's made, and i ain't fixing it."

So i go to this room, case starts at 8, last bathroom visit was at 7:25. I asked for relief at 10, then 10:30 am after that wasn't answered. Kept asking, got told "no" over and over by the coordinator. I could already tell that there was a problem. Physically uncomfortable, yeah, being soaked, and not a thing i could do about it.

3:30 pm rolls around, case is finally finished, i strip my paper gown off, and look down to find the inner legs my light blue cotton pants dark red. Before i could grab a blanket to cover this up, the surgeon says loudly "Oh, GOD, are you OK???" Ah, thank you for calling this to everyone's attention, this way they were able to see what you were talking about before i got ahold of that blanket.:stone

Hurried up and went down the hall, but not before stopping off at the desk and saying "All i needed was 5 minutes, and there have been extra people here all day, so WHY couldn't SOMEONE have come in for JUST 5 minutes??" (she knew this, i mentioned what was going on that morning) Didn't stick around for an answer, i went to the locker room, grab the necessary supplies (including underwear) and a new pair of pants, and trotted off to the bathroom. Went straight to the manager's office. Who, which i appreciate, was furious, and said "hell if it was an issue with staff, I could have relieved you. No one should be denied to go to the bathroom."

I expressed that, while this isn't actually something TO be embarrassed about, i was anyway, simply because a private matter became physically public, and really could have been avoided.

It'll be nice when i start the new BC pills.

Specializes in 5 yrs OR, ASU Pre-Op 2 yr. ER.

Ok, read the report sheet, supervisor was quoted as saying "If ANYONE needs relief for ANY reason, and there's no one to do it, page me, call me, i'll be there in less than 5 minutes".

I ran into the surgeon today (the one who'd said "ARE YOU OK"). He said "Hey, i'm sorry for the other day, it dawned on me what had happened soon as i'd said it. BUT if anyone ever needs relief again, I'LL see to it that they get it."

The one coordinator that said no to relief, was either repimanded or written up, since she was pretty smart orificed to me today. And she'll get over it. ;)

Ok, read the report sheet, supervisor was quoted as saying "If ANYONE needs relief for ANY reason, and there's no one to do it, page me, call me, i'll be there in less than 5 minutes".

I ran into the surgeon today (the one who'd said "ARE YOU OK"). He said "Hey, i'm sorry for the other day, it dawned on me what had happened soon as i'd said it. BUT if anyone ever needs relief again, I'LL see to it that they get it."

The one coordinator that said no to relief, was either repimanded or written up, since she was pretty smart orificed to me today. And she'll get over it. ;)

That's nice, Marie. It doesn't take away what happened but at least some changes have been made and anything (all involved) could do, was done.

Nice comment from the doc too.

I started my period when I was eleven and had seven day long hemmorhages for nine years before I started on the nuvaring, now I barely need a pantiliner per day. marie you should talk check out this once a month method!

Specializes in Case Management, Home Health, UM.

This happened to me when I was working one hairy 3-11 shift years ago...and was WAY too busy to even remember that I was on my period...until a Tech grabbed me by my arm and pulled me aside. "Get into the bathroom and I'll bring you some scrubs and some pads", she whispered, as I stood there, looking down at myself....and too mortified for words. :imbar

Thank GOD for menopause! :chuckle

Marie's employer could be in violation of federal labor law for denying her a break. An employee who works an 8h shift is required a half-hour break, plus two fifteen minute breaks. Before everyone jumps all over me, I know that hardly ever happens in nursing, but in this case, Marie wasn't denied a break because there were major cases banging in every room; her supervisor was too busy to be bothered.

It's one thing to choose to work through a break; another to be denied a break. And it wasn't like she was asking for a half-hour to eat; just a few minutes to go to the BR.

I work PACU; isn't it the job of the circulator to help in that sort of situation, or is the circulator can't, to find someone who can?

That supervisor who refused to help should be written up, big time. Just me being me, I'd remind TPTB about labor law issues, too. You should never have had to go through that, Marie. (If it's any consolation, I can sympathize; I double tampon with the highest absorbency OB tampons and wear a mini-pad as back-up.)

My embarrassing moment of this sort was in junior high... my mom was never one of those "let's have the ole girl talk about periods" type, when I got my first one she wordlessly put a box of pads on my bed and left the room, refusing to discuss the matter. Anyhoo, in 7th grade I didn't have a pad with me, and went to buy one out of the 10-cent machine in the ladies room. Wouldn't you know it- pad side was empty. I knew nothing about tampons except a vague notion that they needed to be inserted. So I bought one... and inserted it. Took the outer layer off of course, but cardboard applicator I did not know about. Left it on. Inserted the whole thing, while standing. Got back to class, sat down- and promptly lost my virginity. Stood up, grabbed my crotch, and ran out the door of the class. I'm talking, PAIN! But explaining it? *sigh*. Never had the guts to. Went home that day and pretended when a friend asked me what had happened that I had no idea what she meant. Took another year before I saw on a box at the store thatthe cardboard thing was an applicator. Oops.:imbar

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