I recently had a young resident mercifully die after the worst case of terminal agitation that I have ever seen. I gave her everything, including the kitchen sink to try to get her comfortable as often as she could have it. I got orders changed for more and different meds several times through my shift. My efforts finally paid off and she was restful for approx 2 hrs before she passed. It was awful, though, and is haunting me.
I can't divulge her dx for fear of HIPAA, but suffice it to say she literally suffocated to death. Slowly. Over days.
She was wild-eyed, gasping for air, pulling off her NC, combative and continuously repeating "I can't breathe! I can't breathe!" over and over and over. She rec'd massive amounts of Haldol, mso4, a benzo (not Ativan. It seemed to cause more agitation), and a couple other drugs and nothing seemed to relieve her anxiety and air hunger until the very end.
What bothers me the most is the kind of death she had, not the fact that she passed. The hospice nurses were very good with new orders and everyone made a valiant effort to ease her suffering, but it was just so bad. To witness someone suffering so greatly like that is emotionally scarring to me. I feel like I failed her even though I know I did everything that I could to help.
I don't know what I'm looking for here, other than to just put it out there and get it off my chest to other nurses who know what it's like. I just hope I never have to attend another dying process like that, but I'm almost certain to. I hope I'll be ready for it when it comes.