Work Ends 2022

Christmas day saw me work 13 hours in the emergency department. It was a fairly quiet day. Then came the 26th. Things were pretty quiet until 3 in the afternoon or so, then all hell broke loose. We had drunks and crazies galore.

One guy came in as a Baker Act*. He was screaming that he was a CIA trained assassin and said he was going to kill (pointing at four of us, me included) those guys as soon as EMS let him off the stretcher. My manager was standing next to me. The same manager that had to tell me that I had been suspended for the last time I had to wrestle a patient. Next to that manager were two of our doctors.

Sotto voce (so the patient couldn’t hear) I said, “How good of an assassin could you be? Killing yourself even seemed to be beyond your capabilities.” Coffee immediately shot out of the doctor’s nose. My manager said, so let’s let him off the stretcher and see what happens. I said, “Do you really want to do that? Last time that shit happened, you suspended me for a week.” The manager even laughed. We gave him some Haldol and some Benadryl, which did wonders for his attitude. After an hour or so, he was telling me that I was the smartest man he had ever met. Love that Haldol.

We also worked four codes, some other kidney and blood sugar problems, half a dozen sepsis alerts, and a stroke alert or two. We are also seeing a lot of flu and COVID. We actually had our first COVID death in quite a while. It was legit. He came in complaining of shortness of breath and had an O2 saturation of 65% and a blood pressure of 70/40. We did all we could, and even managed to get his O2 up into the 90’s with some BIPAP, but even Levophed couldn’t keep his BP up. He died about an hour after we sent him upstairs to the ICU.

Yesterday was no better. We had all sorts of craziness. A homeless woman who wanted to fight, three codes, and a dislocated hip. Conscious sedation, one nurse leaning on his pelvis, me pushing on the hip joint, and the doctor up on the bed with the patient’s knee on his shoulder, pulling. We pulled several times, then a loud pop. Nope, didn’t realign. Instead, the hip fractured. So now he’s off to ortho for surgery. Another patient had been prescribed Januvia and Novolog and the combination meant that we couldn’t keep her blood sugar up without a constant D10 drip.

Thus ends my work year for 2022. Now I don’t work again until a few days into 2023. I worked 38 hours in three days, which is why there hasn’t been any posting here to speak of.


A Baker Act is a law in Florida that says a person can be held under involuntary psychiatric observation for up to 72 hours, if a Law Enforcement Officer or Physician feels that the person presents an immediate threat of death or serious bodily harm to themselves or others. It’s generally used when a person either attempts or threatens suicide. Every state in the US has a similar law.

Merry Christmas

Although I confess that I am an atheist, I have much in common with those of the Christian religion. Nearly all of the values that are prized by those of faith: honesty, family, forgiveness, duty, honor, I share with you. Each of those values are ideals that we can hang on to during the times that are here, and through the tougher times that are coming. It is through our love of each other that we will be able to get through the times to come.

It is during this, the holiest of the holidays of the Christian faith, that we pause to reflect on our lives and the things that we hold dear. We need to be with family and cherish those who are most important to us. I have spent time this Christmas with my wife, my daughter, and my grandchildren. My life is going well, financially, romantically, and otherwise. I have much to be thankful for, and I am in a better position that the vast majority of humanity. I have a wife who loves me, a roof over my head, and I am not worried about whether or not I will be able to eat today. For just those simple things, I am better off than the majority of humanity.

Here is my hope to all of you that you find yourselves just as blessed, just as happy. Spend today with your families and enjoy the time that you have together, for there will come a time when that is no longer the case. Love those close to you. Spend time. Make memories.

Most of all, have a Merry Christmas. Even if you aren’t a Christian. Take a day off from worrying about the state of the world, our country, and just worry about yourself and your family. The world of worry will still be there waiting tomorrow. Until then, let’s hope for at least one more day of peace on Earth and goodwill towards our fellow man.

Investigation

I was originally going to take a few days off, but felt the need to report this. Until this morning, I was the subject of a criminal and work related investigation. I have been suspended without pay for the past week. I got the call this morning and have been cleared of all wrongdoing, just in time to return to work on Christmas Day.

I was at work a week and a half ago. Another nurse asked me to accompany her and a female technician into a patient’s room because he had been giving her some problems. I went into the room behind them, and the patient began referring to the technician as his wife. Then he accused the EMS personnel of laughing at him while they were trying to initiate an affair with his wife. Standing at his bedside, I told him that no one was making fun of him. He yelled, “You all are!” then tried getting out of bed. I touched his arm and told him to calm down. That’s when he grabbed me and tried pulling my arm to his mouth in order to bite me.

I put him in a wrist lock with one hand, then pressed on his parotid gland with the other, which forced his face into the pillow. He started kicking me and calling me a “punk ass bitch” and saying that he was a retired NYC police officer, and that he would find me on the street and “fucking kill” me.

He later contacted my employer and the police and attempted to file charges against me for battery.

The investigations took 9 days. My employer has suggested that I file counter charges, but since he was delusional, the police said any such charges would go nowhere. My employer told me that they were worried that since he was a retired cop that the local cops would take his side. I explained to him that the local cops don’t like NY cops because they constantly come down here and call the local cops a bunch of hicks and tell them how much better NYPD is.

At any rate, I can now return to work, just in time for Christmas day. At least I will get time and a half plus critical shortage bonus. ( Remember the critical needs bonuses that they cancelled back in September? They reinstated them three weeks ago, because they can’t get anyone to come to work without them.)

Doing Better

Fever finally broke at about 4 am. I woke up, covered in sweat to the point where my shirt and the sheets under me were soaked. Now I just have a bit of congestion and my body feels like I went a few rounds against a heavyweight boxer. Still, it’s an improvement…

This particular virus, whatever it is, is much worse than either of my two earlier bouts with COVID. I never had a fever with COVID when I had it before. Right now, we are seeing lots of cases of the Flu in the ED, more than we are COVID, and that may be what this is. Still can’t smell anything, but that may be due to the congestion and not the infection.

Back to bed…

Taking a Break

It started Sunday. I had no appetite, was tired, had a tickle in my throat and a cough. Monday, I woke up with chills and had aches all over. I went to bed with a 100.5 fever. Now my temp is 101.2 and I can’t smell anything. Even though the COVID test I just took is negative, here comes my HCQ, Calcium, Ivermectin.

So no posting until I can get out of bed. If this is COVID, that’s the third time this year.

Rion

It’s been ten days since I last updated you on my grandson’s progress. He continues to do well in therapy. He can walk moderate distances now, and has learned to roll his own wheelchair around. He appears to have control of all of his appendages, but has some issues that are being worked on in therapy.

He still has trouble with fine motor control. What this means is that he cannot control his fingers individually, so he eats like a small child by grabbing whatever he wants to eat in his fist, then cramming his entire fist in his mouth before opening his hand. That’s one thing that we have been working on with him- trying to get him to pick up food with just his index finger and thumb. I was using M&M’s to try and get him to feed himself.

He is still non-verbal. He can make the “f” and “s” sounds, but can’t seem to use his vocal chords on a voluntary basis, nor can he move his mouth for other sounds. This seems to frustrate him while he is trying to talk. I’ve been working on any word at all. The one he seems to enjoy shooting for is “fart.” After half an hour or so of trying he begins getting angry and stomps his feet. I can’t imagine what that is like, to want to communicate and be unable to. The family has been taking bets to see what his first word will be. I don’t care what his first word is, he can shout an expletive for all I care, as long as he can come back to us.

The therapists have given him multiple cognitive tests, and have determined that his thought processes are working fine. In fact, he is reading at a 5th grade level, so he is far ahead of where he should be.

There are a few personality changes that have become apparent. Foods that he used to enjoy, he can no longer stand. The neurologists say that this is common in people that have sustained brain injuries- as the brain rewires itself to route new pathways around the damaged areas, some things will be different.

All in all, he is making what they say is good progress, and is on the path to recovery. When that will happen is anyone’s guess, but typically it takes anywhere from a six months to two years to see a complete recovery. The goal right now is to get him to a point where he can be home schooled, so that we don’t see him fall too far behind his peers. In the short term, getting him moved from an inpatient status to home health care is on the horizon. We are hoping that he will be home with his family in time for Christmas.

It’s easy to forget that eight weeks ago was the last time he was well. Just six weeks ago, he was still in a coma and we were worried that he wasn’t going to survive. Three weeks ago, and he was still in the intensive care unit, with doctors telling us that he would likely be paralyzed for life. He continues to improve, one week at a time. Whatever the future holds for Rion, it will be better than the one he had just a week before.

Computer

I have been having computer issues. That is, the battery on this laptop never seems to stay charged. I replaced the battery. Nope. New charger. That didn’t do it. I replaced the cable that runs between the motherboard and the charging port. That wasn’t it, either. Nothing I tried seems to work for more than a week or so. I bought this computer in April of 2020, and I have been trying to baby it along for about four months.

I saw a Black Friday ad for a new, higher performance computer, half off. So I pulled the trigger. It will be here on Thursday.

Grandson Update

A lot has happened with Rion since I last updated his story. He was moved from the ICU to the regular floor on Nov 9. He finally was able to start eating baby food the same day. On November 10, he was able to take a wheelchair ride and go outside for the first time in a month.

His physical therapy has been going well, and he has been making significant progress. Therapy began by putting a maraca on one ankle and jingle bells on the other, then had him laughing as he was able to “play music” with his feet. They eventually got him to the point where he was able to ride a large tricycle around the hallways of the hospital. Soon, he was walking up and down a small set of stairs with assistance. He was also able to use his hands to grip things. On the 15th, he did so well that he was able to use his wheelchair as a walker to walk from PT to his room. He doesn’t walk well, but he is getting stronger and better coordinated every day.

They pulled out his feeding tube and transferred him by ambulance to a children’s inpatient therapy center, where he will get more intense physical therapy than he was getting in the hospital.

He still cannot talk, but the progress that he has made in the past 17 days is truly remarkable. This morning, he actually was able to eat his first solid food since October 10. In case you are wondering, it was his favorite food- french fries.

I want to thank all of you for the prayers and well wishes, and want to thank everyone who donated to the GoFundMe page. All of it has been a huge help.