Life and death

I've been lucky this week. Things finally calmed down. My first couple of days were pretty exciting.

There is always a hustle and bustle on one particular day of the week, because it's this day that we get the most patients admitted to the unit. This day also is the day I work my evening shift after a day of rest. Sometimes, I have time to get rolling and other times, I have no time at all and that was the case.

I got in and one of my patients needed blood after the first two hours of the shift. Only no one got his consent, which means I had to track down our doc, who was long gone and out of pager range, then call the local on call doc to get him/her to come over to do the MD portion of the paperwork. Said patient was a little perturbed because his favorite MD never told him he might need blood. Happily, he got over that, and I got the blood started before the end of my shift and even led one of the new nurses in the process so he/she would get some practice, since we don't give too much blood at night. All was good.

The next day, everyone's happy and I'm actually getting into my rooms right after report. In one room I smell something funny. I look and see my quad patient has bursted his colostomy. Get goodies and clean him up. I think the wafer is intact, so I get ready to put the new bag on, and discover it's not. Get all stuff set up and put on new wafer. Three sides are taped with pink tape (because he needs it) and all of a sudden I see a geyser. Thankfully, I caught it with the nearby towel. (Nursing students: never change a colostomy bag without one...if you do, do so at your own risk!) Finish cleaning, finish taping and I kept praying all night he wouldn't do that number again.

Another patient recently asked me about last rites and whether he got them when he was very ill. Since we have an active chaplain service, it was really easy to check the chart. Besides, I told him, spiritual care is also mandated by JCAHO.

One day, I came in to the news that one of our recently discharged patients had died. It was shocking, because, he/she was young and in a way, it wasn't. This patient always denied suicidal ideation, but something about him/her caused a faraway look on their face that made you think they would not be around for a long time. We often talked about ghosts and somewhat about death, because our unit has a reputation for being haunted. Said patient even stated that he/she saw something in one of the rooms he was in that lead him/her to believe that the stories were true--curtains jiggling at night, and a reflection in the mirror when no one was around. He/she wasn't worried, because he/she hoped his/her roommate, who died during his/her time was the ghost hanging out in that room, because it was comforting.

And so the week of work is ending, and the sturgeon moon is on the way. We'll just wait and see how it goes. More to come...stay tuned!