My last day at work, I was the response nurse. In that position, you are the nurse that isn’t assigned to any patients, and instead spending your day helping the other nurses in the ED with anything that happens requiring a spare set of skilled hands. You spend your day getting difficult IVs, helping with complicated drug administration, and assisting with difficult patients. As it turns out, it was one of those days where a lot of weird stuff happens.
- We had three cardiac arrests. One of them was REALLY ill when he came in. He was completely out of his head, and would only yell his sister’s name (he lived with her) and that we were trying to kill him. He had a Lactic Acid of 15, a Hemoglobin of 5.2, Troponin of 500, and a rectal temperature of 91.5f. Two hours later, he was dead. When I notified his sister, she was hysterical, telling me that he was all she had left in the world. She was heart broken that he had been calling for her and she wasn’t there. Heart wrenching.
- Then there were the two heart attacks that went directly to the cath lab. One of them died on the operating table.
- The woman who was being arrested for her 19th felony and started complaining of chest pain. A clear case of incarceritis.. She was agitated and combative. I wanted to give her Ativan, but there is a nationwide shortage. Ten milligrams of Valium later, she took a nap. When she woke up, she went to jail.
- A woman who has been coming in for weeks complaining that she keeps falling, but we can never find anything. Right after she got in the ED, her blood pressure dropped to 72/42. Problem found.
- A list of other alerts: Sepsis, Respiratory, Seizures, and a couple of falls with associated broken hips.
The oddest one was a Baker Act that came in. It was a young woman who would talk completely normally for a while. Then she began speaking Latin in a very low pitched, gravelly voice. Then she would switch back to her normal voice, and claim to not remember a thing about what just happened. The family told me that this was odd, because she doesn’t know Latin. The girl’s family asked me what she was saying. It took a bit, because my Latin is not very good. We eventually figured it out. What she was saying was that “The girl is gone. I am Satan.” While she was acting like that, she would look at you with the creepiest expression on her face. Bone chilling.
That is some freaky shit. Her head CT showed a rather large tumor in her brain. Still, I am not playing with that shit, even though I am not religious in the least. That was some next level, spooky stuff.
She got sent to a mental health facility. It was an emotionally draining day, and I am sleeping in. I am typing this and going to back to bed. I didn’t sleep well after that horrible trainwreck of a shift.