14 Hour Days and Bitchy Family Members03:25 Feb 03 2011
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Day started with a pt in need of pain med, called dr, got it, about to give it and another pt has a seizure. Get done in there go back to give pain med. Doctor is there. Awesome.
I have 6 patients, it's 1000 and I've seen 4 of them. Run in to say hi to the last 2. One of those is waiting for me to discharge them...okay...look at chart. Go back into room, bad news, I have to wait for the attending to discharge you. Blarg.
Finally finish up giving 9am meds and 1030. Family of pt that had the seizure wants to talk to me...not a problem except they want to talk for more than 15 minutes about stuff that is completely out of our realm. Like the fact that they "think" her boyfriend's family is threatening to take the kids to Mexico....I can't do anything about that. How about we concentrate on what we can do...like getting her healthy.
Her roommate...sickle cell crisis...frequent flyer....pain meds, IV push every 3 hours.
1130 rolls around...holy shit I think I can take a break.
run downstairs, phone goes off. Short stay surgery is ready to take my patient. Okay, call Tech, tell her to get him ready. Come back upstairs, pt going to surgery has family there. Problem, wife is missing, why? Because she just flipped his truck and is in an ambulance. Do we tell him? HELL NO! They can talk about it AFTER surgery.
Send him down. Patient one waiting for discharge has orders....where the fuck is the chart? Case management has it...leave a god damn sign like you do for everyone else. Grab it, write out paperwork, snd her on her way.
Give noon meds.
Chart on 3 patients.
Pain in my ass, detoxer finally gets approval to go to where he's going. Cool, it's 1430 and I'm STARVING. Oh and have I mentioned I haven't gone pee since 0630?
Discharge planning calls me just as I get in line to get my lunch. Have you called the nurse to nurse for report? no...I'm on lunch...I'll call when I get back.
Get back, find out from the charge nurse that discharge planning and her almost got into a knock down drag out fight because, heaven forbid, I actually get to EAT. First thing I do is work on the discharge. Gather up necessary paperwork, make copies, phone rings..."hi this is *** from *** we just got a fax from discharge planning to call you for report." WTF?! "you're not ready yet are you?" no "not a problem, we're not in any hurry. Call when you can." Can we say, over stepping you bounds much? Bitch. Anyway...called transport, they can't come get him for 4 hrs so there was really no rush in the first place.
Oh and while all this is going on 3rd discharge written up. Write up her paperwork, send her home.
Now...admit...yay. It is now 1600. Stop in, talk to patient and daughter. I will be with you to go over medical history as soon as I can....1 hr later. Hi, I'm back. Let's get you started. phone rings, it's transport ready to take my guy an hour early. Cool, we just have to get him dressed. So sorry to new guy, give me 10 more minutes.
Finally get to get all the info from new guy and now I have to clean him up because the f'n ER left him laying in his own feces...awesome guys. It is now 1800. I have meds to give. Meds given, sit down, fill out chart on new guy. Find he needs an IV....call for it...on it's way.
Now here comes the fun part, new guys other daughter comes in and starts to grill me about why the hell her father hasn't eaten anything or why he has no fluids up. I just sat down to go over his meds. I see he has fluids, I'm going to grab them in a moment. He couldn't have his feeding tube feeds until the nausea subsided which it has so the supervisor is bringing one up. Proceeds to bitch at me off and on for 30 minutes. In the meantime I've gone to grab the fluids only to find the pharmacy hasn't profiled a damn thing...OMG FML. More bitching from the daughter and nothing I say or do is going to make this woman happy. So you know what bitch, go talk to the supervisor, I'm doing everything in my power to help your dad and really, I could get it done a whole lot faster if you'd stop bitching at me for one moment and let me do my fucking job.
All in total, I clocked out at 2104 and there needs to be something WAAAAAY stronger than beer in my house.
COMMENTS
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Morrigon
02:15 Feb 28 2011
SEND ME YOUR BOOKS! :P
Morrigon
02:15 Feb 28 2011
I typed "BOOBS" by mistake the first time.
sahahria
05:51 Feb 28 2011
Good thing she said that after you moved out :p
Vampirewitch39
00:13 Mar 02 2011
You and Connie- she loves it. :)