During the past week or two, I had a few notable incidents:
Of the more than 100 nurses who work in my hospital’s Emergency Department, only 9 of them are board certified in Emergency Medicine. Only three of us are board certified in a second specialty. For that reason, I now spend most of my days in the critical care zone.
For starters, this being the tail end of summer/start of fall, there are almost zero cases of Flu/COVID/RSV coming into the ED, but there are quite a few cases of pneumonia and sepsis, mostly in our older population. Of our patients, I would say that the biggest reasons for visits are people who are sick because they are old, abusing intoxicants, homeless, having a mental health crisis, or a combination of those.
One of my patients had come in having some mild stroke symptoms. He had my undivided attention for the first 30 minutes he was there. It turned out, no stroke. It was a complicated migraine. So while we were waiting for further testing and for the migraine cocktail to kick in, we suddenly were inundated with some very sick patients. Four cardiac arrests, and 3 other patients who required intubation in less than a two hour timespan. It happens like that sometimes- things are calm, then it is like a bus full of sick people pulls up. As the only nurse in the critical care zone who is certified to insert IV lines by ultrasound that day, I was busy for that two hours. One case in particular, I had to start an ultrasound line, then stick around to give Etomidate and Succinylcholine for the rapid sequence intubation. After that, I was in a cardiac arrest for another 30 minutes.
In the middle of all of this, the patient with the migraine had pushed his nurse call button. When I was finally able to get to him, he was indignant: “I pushed this button 20 minutes ago. This is ridiculous.”
Me: “I’m sorry for the delay, sir. I was busy with some very sick people. I’m sure that you understand, it’s just how things work in the Emergency room sometimes.”
Him: “Where were you? Are you really that incompetent?”
Me: “Sir, I am sure you heard the announcements. I was literally doing CPR on someone for the past half an hour.”
Him: “I don’t care about that, I called for you and you should come. I am never coming to this shitty hospital again. I want to see your boss, you should be fired.”
My charge nurse enters the room, and the man goes on a rant. The charge tells him what happened, and he still keeps complaining.
All of that. Do you know what he wanted? Some water and a warm blanket.
Working in emergency medicine has convinced me that far too many people have Main character syndrome.
Later, I had another 34 year old patient come in complaining of a severe headache and nausea. He reeked of weed. When I asked him about that, he said “Oh, I have a weed card. It’s medicinal.” He then told me that he smokes 6 or 7 joints a day. We tested him fully, finding nothing. Did I mention that he was covered in tattoos, had green hair, a septum ring, and two lip piercings? He was telling me how he is too poor to afford a ride home, and wanted the hospital to make arrangements to get him home. Uh, you can afford all of that ink, those piercings, and weed, but you can’t afford an Uber? Medical marijuana is bullshit 99% of the time, by the way. It isn’t for medical reasons, they just want to get high. If it were medicinal, wouldn’t there be a prescribed dose and schedule, like with every other medication? What other medication says “take however much you want, as often as you want?”
Anyhow, I now have a few days off.