Ok, this should be fun!
Mine happened this weekend. I had a colorectal surgery patient who, while stable was not looking especially good. The patient's abdomen was getting more distended, they were having more pain, etc.
The patient's family was pretty anxious and of course none of the colorectal team were available on the weekend; all requests had to go to the junior surgical resident who was a first year family medicine doctor on surgery rotation. She was helpful and very sweet but freely admitted to me that she was a bit out of her league so after doing her best to calm the family down she told me she'd page the senior resident who works closely with the colorectal team and have her assess the patient.
Of course the senior was busy and of course I'd already attempted to reassure the family by telling them that the senior resident was going to consult so I found myself in the uncomfortable situation of text paging the senior directly to beg her to come (a big no-no; they're big on the chain of command where I work.). In desperation I promised to buy her coffee for the next month if she came by and she reluctantly agreed.
Being a nurse of my word I bought her a Starbucks gift card
which I gave to her when she finally showed up. She muttered an ungracious thank you and went to see the patient. No good deed goes unpunished; the family complained to me that the senior surgical resident was short with them and I got out a half hour late because of the time I wasted begging and finally bribing this doctor.
I want my twenty dollars back.
Dec 18, '17
I put my hand down on the pt's bedside phone and threatened the 2 junior docs that "I was going to call the police that they were ASSAULTING the resident if they pursued a GT" against pt's approval. It was a spur of the moment thing because I had no other possibilities.
I had just come on to my telemetry, step-down unit. The monitor was alarming and I saw a short run of V-Tach. Without putting my stuff down or removing my coat, I went to the pt's room. She had just transferred to our unit earlier and was now complaining of substernal chest pain and anxiety. VS were OK but she was nervous, like she KNEW there was something wrong.
Our protocol (way back then) was NTG and a lidocaine bolus with a lido drip. Done, done and done real quick. NTG WITH RELIEF noted.
I called the house residents who came up and examined her and decided they wanted to pass an NG tube. I understood the docs' rationale to r/o gastric disorder. But my EKG strip and NTG relief told me otherwise.
I had obtained the equip and the docs explained their intentions. But she ABSOLUTELY refused. BIG TIME REFUSAL!!! She was 54 y/o and fully alert & oriented. I tried explaining it to her also, but to no avail. And then I tried to call off the docs.
Then one of the docs stepped behind the head of the bed and made gestures like to hold her down/mummy her so the other doc could tube her.
That's when I put my hand down on her bedside phone to make a police call. And I told her if she wanted to press charges I was her witness!
Well, those 2 docs stormed off the unit. I called nsg supervisor. She was OK with everything. I never heard anything about it from the morning.
Last edit by amoLucia on Dec 18, '17
Dec 26, '17
Quote from Medic/Nurse
I "stole" a patient's dog.
Okay. Since we're confessing, I once "stole" a patient's cat.
I was a community nurse for an Assertive Community Treatment team back in the late 90's. A patient I regularly visited diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia who had a history of a closed head injury, was a convicted pedophile, received regular depo provera injections for chemical castration, and was a substance abuser was being readmitted into the state facility. The team knew it was to be a long hospital stay and I voiced my concerned for his cat. It was a great cat, smart and mischievous.
One of the other team members suggested that I go rescue the cat, stating, "You know he always leaves his apartment unlocked with the stove burners left on".
Sure enough, when I went to pick up the cat, the apartment was unlocked and the stove burners were on.
I loved that cat. He would stand on his hind legs as I drove my truck up my driveway, boxing with his front paws as if to say to my truck, "C'mon! I'll take you on!"
Even though I had him neutered, he'd still take on the Toms, and I had to take him to the Vet a time or two as a result of his injuries.
Here's a pic of me and him from the late 90's
Sadly, like a shooting star, he didn't live to a ripe old age. I think he took on something that bested him.
Last edit by Davey Do on Dec 28, '17
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Dec 27, '17
Bless you!!!! From a retired RN and dog lover who has also smuggled a dog into a hospital for similar reasons! Before pet therapy dogs were allowed never mind someone's personal dog!
Last edit by Wisco50 on Dec 27, '17
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