When I was in nursing school, a fellow student/friend and I had gone out the night before clinicals...(I know, tsk tsk tsk, for shame). The next morning, stomach churning, we were given our patient assignments. I was given a very independent, active pt; while my friend was assigned a pt with dx of paraplegia and in a coma. Since I had finished my cares and my pt was off and running, I figured I would help my friend with morning cares on her pt.
Upon entering his room, I saw her hurridly racing around the room assembling supplies for a bed bath and bed change. As I helped her reposition the pt, I accidentally slipped one out..."pppffeeeaatt". We giggled and with hardly a comment, went back to the task at hand. I didn't think much of it, seeing as how the man was in a coma and all. But when we finished with the bed bath, bedding change, and repositioning, the pt turned his head my direction and mummbled..."Nice push!" OMG! I was mortified!
What my fellow comrade and I failed to know was he came out of his coma the day before! Just then his family entered, all six of them. He then proceeded to tell them of my faux pas. They were more intrigued with him being A&O, than with my flatulence. Just the same, with my face burning and tinged to a bold crimson, I exited the room promptly.
Of course it didn't end there, my fellow nursing student had to share the event with the class. The moral of the story...I know how to bring someone out of a coma/or watch what you say err pass, hearing is always the last to go. Whatever your verdict, I was very humiliated, and ever since that moment I have never passed gas again. I will time the moment I explode in a gaseous plume, so that I am not near a pt.
[This message has been edited by Jo_deye_yuh (edited August 08, 2000).]