Poo-pay!

I worked with a nurse whose friend's little daughter was being pottty trained. When this little teeny tiny girl came out of the bathroom (she had had a successful trip to the restroom) she raised her fists in a winning "warrior" manner and said, "Poo-pay!!!". Ever since I heard that story, I have said, "poo-pay!!!" when I have a code brown.

When I first graduated, I did not know the joys of lactulose, and had a pt with elevated ammonia levels and scheduled doses of lactulose. I went on a lunch break and when I returned, while getting an update from my relief nurse, the code blue light went off in my room. I ran into the room and as I entered the room (running, of course) I hit a puddle of Poo-pay, and went sliding all the way across the room and right into the window. As I held on for dear life to the window sill, I looked over my shoulder, and there, holding the code blue cord, standing on his tippy toes, was my poor hepato-encephalopathic patient, looking so confused and terrifed, surround by a literal river of poo. "Poo-pay!!!" Lactulose had struck again.

One more poo-pay story, then I will allow you to share the conch...

About 2 years ago, I was cleansing the peri- area of another pt that had been successful in the poo arena, and was leaning over investigating- checking for breakdown- when my pt let loose an explosive and exceedingly loud flatulent noise- right in my face- because of pt's tendency to have projectile diarrhea, I stood up FAST to avoid any unnecessary exposure, and, of course, hit my head on the monitor above my head and promptly hit the floor.....gave myself a head trauma mid-shift. FUN

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Oh, all right, twist my arm...one more. I had a very pleasantly confuse pt that suddenly became wild... loking around the unit trying to get out of bed, literally writhing...I decided to give her a bath and wear her out to get her back to sleep. As we rolled her over to change the linens, I saw what looked like a baby's head crowning in her rectum. I put my finger on her perineum and applied mild pressure, and sure enough, a bowling ball of "poo-pay!!!" popped out. Poor woman deliverd about 5 more during the linen change. They were too big to flush down the hopper, so I put them all in a red bag and tied it up. I weighed her after and she had literally lost 2.4 pounds. NOT KIDDING> Share your Poo-pay stories....I know you have one or two.... we all do.... heehee:yeah: