Does anyone have a co-worker who, the minute you walk into the med room or supply room, or bump into her is the hall, gives you a lengthy accounting of her patients? :chuckle
It goes something like: Oh, my patient in 46 is on the light constantly. Her only order is Ativan 0.5 mg every 4 hours. I'd like to see Dr So and So come up here and deal with this woman for awhile. She weighs 150 kg, I swear, shoot me if I ever get that big. And the family of the patient in 47 is driving me UP THE WALL! If they have one more trivial request I'm going to need some ativan myself. You walk in the room and they want a warm blanket for the patient, then you bring the blanket and they want some juice for her, then when you bring that, they want something else. The patient is doing okay, I'm weaning her off her O2 and I'll bet she'll go home tommorrow. And, my patient in 48 is incontinent of course. I had two code browns already, and couldn't find an aide. It's probably all these antibiotics he's on, but of course the doc ordered a C-diff screening and he has to be on contact precautions. The guy doesn't even know his own name, I don't know why we're doing this.....
Meanwhile, you're still trying to figure out why you came into the med room in the first place. You get a running account of her thrilling story throughout the day and ending up knowing more about her patients than you do your own. :chuckle