I don't know if it's something in the water, the economy, the weather or what, but for the last month, every day I am getting screamed or yelled at. Mostly by visitors, some patients, and a certain charge nurse of a department that sends us many admits. So, I usually let them blow off some steam, telling myself it's not directed at me, they're stressed, whatever. But, dude, or dudette, Chill!
1)I am sorry that your loved one is still in procedure and you have to leave. Yelling at me won't get them back to their room any sooner.
2) A woman was present at the bedside while your hubby's IV was getting restarted? Wow, that must be rough!
3) Nope, we don't have a sixth chair to bring to Aunt Sally's room. I suggest you drag a visitor out of another room and arm wrestle them for it.
4) You are so right, rice is a poor choice for a diabetic meal, I'll get right on that after I finish my rapid response next door.
5) We just had our third direct admit because so many docs don't want their patients in your department for 6 hours. We will take your admit ASAP.
6) Standing in the hall buck naked and screaming at the top of your lungs swinging at the staff will not get you a cigarette. It may, however, get you a shot of vitamin H in your posterior.
7) You've been waiting a whole hour for your doctor to discharge you? Well, he is brilliant about treating your condition, but time-challenged. You're going to leave if he isn't here in 5 minutes? Don't let the door hit you on your way out.
Most respected profession, my sweet patootie.
And for god's sake, leave my aides and UCs alone, they don't get paid enough to put up with that cr@p.
