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|Wednesday, September 28th, 2011|
Finally some good comes from my recent bout of pneumonia
(Is a nursing student)
So, I've been sick, right? And while the antibiotics are doing their thing, I'm still hacking crap up, you know?
Did I mention that my Microbiology class has a lab component?
Guess who is pretty darned stoked about culturing her own sputum sample, and doing all sort of fun staining to the smears?
:D :D :D
That'd be me. *buffs nails* Current Mood: curious
|Saturday, August 13th, 2011|
|Wednesday, December 9th, 2009|
Committed: Story of a Nurse
Hello all. As part of a project I am working on independently, I have started a blog about things that happen to me as a hospice nurse but also as someone who suddenly realized on Monday that she had been a nurse for more than a year now (SHOCKER!). Now I almost quit nursing while working as a cardiac nurse in a hospital. Then I left the hospital and went into visiting home hospice. Now, I love my job (despite how much I want to beat people with my laptop) but I work with a lot of nurses who are +15 years and it's interesting to talk with them. I talked about wanting to write something for new nurses since I went through a literal trial-by-fire in my first year.
So this is the beginning of the blog which is basically daily "love" for the profession. I invite everyone of all levels of nursing and the medical profession to take a read and comment. I hope you giggle, I hope you laugh, I hope you have some fun and I hope you remember those FANTASTIC memories of your first years as a nurse too.
My blog is amusingly titled: Committed: Story of a Nurse - No, you aren't crazy. Yes, the patient did that and no, you can't stop them.
|Sunday, March 29th, 2009|
So last night we were supposedly getting a perfed bowel from surgery. (I work in the ICU). This is how the story went.
21 year old girl started "passing blood" with abdominal pain and came in through the ER.
There was frank blood in the toilet after she had a bowel movement, and it continued, along with the pain.
Doc asked her what was going on. She told the doc that her and her boyfriend had anal sex and she was afraid she hurt herself.
(by the way, this is all hear say through our male charge nurse, through the male ER charge nurse)
The doc suspected bowel perf and consulted surgeon.
21 year old patient called all her family. I'm supposing she must have told them SOMETHING about why she was going to surgery.
Took her for a exp lap. Come to find out she had ruptured a ovarian cyst. Colon was ok.
Oops. Now her whole family and hospital people know her sexual habits....all for nothing.
|Thursday, January 1st, 2009|
|Monday, December 29th, 2008|
A really bad spot...
Hey all. I have a strange, but very interesting situation. I am not involved - I do not know who is involved. A doctor asked us our opinions today of what to think of it.
Patient on hospice for lung cancer. Order for Morphine 0.5 - 1 mg (don't know how it was written) q hour for pain. Nurse made a med error and gave 10 mg of morphine. This depressed his respirations and killed him. He was basically euthanized.
The family is very upset and have already been to the police. Would this be a criminal act or a civil suit? I feel so bad for everyone. The nurse that made the error will certainly not be a nurse anymore, the family lost a loved one sooner than expected, but it was inevitable (though there are miracles). The order is a very small order for Morphine and we are all just that one decimal from this situation.
The only thing we could come up with is that they would need to determine intent - if intended, it would be criminal. If truly an error, just a civil case.
Any ideas on this? I am interested in seeing how people feel. Current Mood: curious
|Wednesday, December 17th, 2008|
|Tuesday, November 4th, 2008|
|Monday, July 14th, 2008|
When the crap lands in your lap...
This is Rob's story:
One night, he had under his care (but not far enough under.......), this old coot who wouldn't use his call-light, for assistance to the bedside commode. So, in the middle of the night, the oldster got out of bed and sat upon his commode, and had the diarrhea from Dover. Who knows, maybe some fool doctor had ordered Kaexalate Q6, or something like that.
Anyway, when Rob went to assist Mr. Old, who couldn't wipe his own butt (probably would have keeled over in the process), this is what happened (brace yourself)::::::::::::::::
The old dude had sat directly on the commode bucket; he had raised the cover and the seat simultaneously, and sat down. No doubt, he was in a frickin hurry or something, or couldn't see sh*t!
So, when Mr. Old stood up for the butt wipe, the stinking bucket stuck to his butt and lifted up into the air. Not for long, however; it unstuck itself and crashed to the floor, ejecting the bucket contents upon Rob's lower extremities. Holy Sh*t, Sherlock!
Soon after that, Rob took an Administrative position, and never looked back.
|Sunday, July 13th, 2008|
What the bloody heck?
Here's another lovely story:
Here is what happened to Debra.
She had a patient receiving a blood transfusion, and for the usual “give it faster” reason, the unit of blood was mounted in a pressure bag. Unfortunately, when that blood bag had been spiked with the IV tubing, apparently the spiked end, had not been pushed up into the bag of blood far enough.
As she was pumping up the pressure bag, and of course gazing upward, the IV tubing blasted out of that unit of blood, along with a rain of blood into her face and hair. I was in the immediate vicinity, but thankfully, out of the range of flying debris!
|Friday, July 11th, 2008|
Fun with abscesses
I am still thinking about this one so I thought I would share!
Last week I took care of a 2 year old in with a right inguinal abscess about the size of an egg. MRSA suspected of course. We were putting on the warm heat and giving clindamycin.
During my last check for the end of the shift I saw that he had some drainage on his diaper near the wound, and there was a beaded pearl of drainage on the wound itself. I got orders to culture and drain it.
Thank goodness I thought to not only keep my contact precautions intact (gown and gloves) but I decided to put on a face shield and mask as well.
I opened up that baby and a river of stuff came out (purulent and bloody), I would guess about 60 mls easy. Some of it became airborne and totally hit my mask. If I hadn't thought ahead of time it would have been in my eye and hair and probably in my mouth.
You better believe I still stripped and showered once I got right inside the front door of the house!
I was working extra, as a favor, for my old buddies in the CCU. So of course, I get the patient-care assignment from Hell.
An old sort-of-demented dude, with the ascites belly that looks like it's about to explode. I think he had the whole family of Hepatitis' (A, B, C..........) and thus, he was in contact isolation. Oh ya, he had heart disease too, so keeping on his EKG leads, seemed important at the time. I notice on the monitor, that his leads are off for the 5th time, so I head into the room, gowning, gloving, masking and sweating. He was out of bed and stumbling around. So I herd him back to the bedside, have him sit at the edge and I turn my back, as I try to disentangle all the wires and lines. I'm standing at least 3 feet away from him, when I felt something pushing and spraying against the back of my isolation gown. Turning around, much to my surprise and disgust, there is a stream of ascites fluid, squirting out of his belly-button, (where apparently he had an umbilical hernia) in a symmetrical arc, now running down the front of my gown. Well, this took a good 30 minutes to deal with (after paging the GI Intern to bring in his thumb and a pile of dressings).
That wasn't the end. Later, about 30 minutes before the end of the shift, I open the sliding door to his room, only to find the ENTIRE floor of the 12 x 12 room, under about a 16th of an inch of ascites fluid and it's heading out the door!
The memory of this, still causes me to quake and shake! Current Mood: aggravated
|Sunday, June 1st, 2008|
I work in labor & delivery & have heard a couple lovely TMI stories lately.
The first one was from one of our physicians. During a delivery when the baby started crowning the mother's girlfriend decided to bend down between her partner's legs and give the baby's slimy, bloody head a big kiss. gross!
The other one came from a nurse in OB triage. A woman came in complaining that pus was oozing out of her belly button for some unknown reason. The patient's mother decided it would be a really good idea to milk out all the stinking pus that she could, put it in a sandwich bag, and bring it along to the hospital. Nothing was wrong with the pregnancy itself so when the triage nurse told her she needed to go to the ER she became very irate and fired the nurse. So another nurse went in the room and told them the same thing. They left huffing and puffing. I'm sure the ER had lots of fun with them as well.
I feel like I have way more, but I can't think of them at the moment. When I do I'll be sure to share.
|Thursday, May 29th, 2008|
This happened to ME today and I don't know what to think:
My rheumatologist injected my elbow today, and almost immediately after I felt very hot right along my pelvic floor. I told him, "I feel hot in the weirdest place" to which he replied: "Lie down now."
Next thing I know, I am opening my eyes and he is saying "vagal response" Now I have had my joints injected before, and this has never happened. I am a nurse and I know vagal responses, but has this ever happened to anyone or their patients quite this way?
|Wednesday, May 28th, 2008|
Hot dog anyone?
I'll never forget when I was a nursing student in the ER on clinicals and this guy came in on his own asking for an enema. We had gone in to assess him and everything seemed fine... His last BM was the day prior so naturally we wondered why he was requested an enema. Here, come to find out, he shoved an entire pack of hot dogs up his anus/rectum and could not remove them himself. And he told us this with a straight face. I was dying inside and when myself and the other nurse and ER attending doc left the room, we had to go into the back, close the door, and burst into tearful laughter until it hurt. Needless to say, he didn't get an enema, but the nurse had to dig him out manually. *Shudders*
I've not had a hot dog since. Current Mood: cheerful
|Sunday, May 11th, 2008|
I had a 95 yr old patient the last few days. He's getting weaker and will die w/in a week, i bet. We got him up to the bedside commode and after I wiped his bottom, he said "95 years old and the first time a woman had to wipe my ass". We just gave each other a sympathetic smile and put him back to bed. Poor guy.
|Saturday, May 10th, 2008|
I work in a prep/recovery area and cardiac cath lab. The other day, we had a lady come in with severe dementia. She had an ICD put in a few weeks before and was now getting it taken out. Nothing in the H&P indicated why. So, I went to prep her for the procedure and she had dug at the incision site so much, that the device was sticking out. It was so infected, oozing and just nasty. So, after the doctor took everything out, which was a five minute job considering the leads and device were practically hanging out when not bandaged...we put a pressure dressing over the site and just wrapped her up and crossed our fingers.
|Wednesday, May 7th, 2008|
This sounds so dirty...
My enteric tube was in his gastric fundus.
(The typed results of the abd x-ray for NG placement)
|Monday, May 5th, 2008|
From your friendly maintainer
Hey guys/gals. I've been on sebatical for about 2 years, so I haven't kept up with my own community. I'm glad to see many folks enjoying and using this community.
Last year, I switched my focus from doing two years of psych, to working in a large New Orleans area ICU.
Last night, I had to teach a completely "with the program" male patient how to use a urinal. I had to DEMONSTRATE it on myself. He didn't understand what to do with the opening.
I asked if he had ever been camping and peed in a cup. He said no.
He was in for an intraventricular hemmorhage. I just blamed it for him not knowing how to work a urinal.
|Thursday, May 1st, 2008|
OMG, I LOVE this community!!
So I just stumbled into this community while looking for communities of nurses on LJ. I'm already in love. My husband has a *very* sensitive stomach and simply cannot handle work stories of ANY kind.
That's okay, he's amazing at everything else that is required to live with me.
The only story I have right now that is worth posting actually comes from an old nursing instructor. She was my adviser and spent over 30 years working in labor/delivery starting in the early 1960s.
We were sharing stories about doctors behaving badly one afternoon and she told me a story of her first year as a L&D nurse. Apparently, a doctor got fed up with her that evening, and in a childish fit of rage...
THREW A PLACENTA AT HER FACE.
Now, whenever a doc gets uppity with me, I just let it slide off my back and think, "Well...at least I don't have placenta all over me."