There have been quite a few that were memorable. My first DIC patient I wound up sharing with another nurse, we did hour on, hour off for him- the hour out of the room we would snack, pee, chart and watch telemetry a bit. The hour in it was drips, give all the blood products, etc. I actually enjoyed that shift because we made a good team and we made progress with the patient, and never before or since have I been 2 nurse to one patient, no matter how sick they were.
Then there was the night the 15 year old crackhead tried to kill us all (if you believe what he was screaming) and the floor nurses thought I was doing chest compressions when they answered the code button. We just needed warm bodies before the police could get there, and that was not cpr, it was me trying to hold a dude down. It was one of three nights in my whole life that I had a cigarette when it was done. Supervisor was not helping with other issues and the doc wouldn't sign off on this healthy psycho so he could go to jail; I just called the hospital DON at home, at 6 on a sunday morning, and said oh my god please help me. Help happened. My ICU boss was on vacation far away or she would have been there in a hot minute.
Then there was the night on telemetry that everything went wrong. Let's see, the whole floor was full of about 100 plus visitors due to a traumatic, messy death in ICU, oh yes and in the middle of that right before our shift, a non-related lady coded in their waiting room so the tele nurses had to do that code, because she fell out due to the news her husband had died in ICU right along with the other lady. Ok. Before, during and after report every minute someone stopped us to say "how or where is XXXXX?" which was the very traumatic death in ICU. Holy cow. Then one of mine went psycho, thought I was his dog, took two IV's out and kept trying to PET me and take me for a walk. No. We had to call in a nurse just to be his nurse and tie him up good. Blah. A belly doc who had been in ICU walks into one of my pt's rooms with his toupee on sideways and blood all over him, says "ok we ready for surgery tomorrow? great!" and scared the bejeesus out of her. Not to mention all these shenanigans were LOUD. A mean, old, crabby CHF'er was found screaming in her room for folks to be quiet and find her daughter. The supervisor somehow collapsed in a laughing heap, tears running down his face outside her room, so much for help! I got her meds like, around midnight along with foolishly promising her that we would indeed quiet down. As soon as the words left my mouth I hear more screaming down the hall, come out of the room and the fire doors are shut. Hm?? I went and opened one and was yelled at "don't do that the bats will get back in!!" What the heck. The hospital does have a bat problem from time to time, and one got loose and was chasing the nurses up the hall from one end of our floor to the other. Somewhere on the other unit a heart patient was very upset that the nurse flung his door open to run into his room in the middle of the night all out of breath and wide-eyed, then refused to explain and walked back out a minute later. Hm. We all joked that if a baboon came charging up the hall next, it would not be a surprise.
That one's probably the best story. I can wait a long while to have a night like that again.