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Nurse Nasty Not Niceness

Posted by isntshelovlei on November 3, 2009

mean-people-suckLast clinical weekend I had a nurse from hell. Not only was she nasty to me, but her attitude even trickled down to my (I guess I should say “our”) patient.  The day started out how clinical days usually do, getting up at the butt-crack of dawn, hot-wheeling (as my children would say) to the hospital with just enough time to grab a cup of Starbucks before running in for report. I find the nurse I’m assigned to—”B”— introduce myself, tell her I’m assigned to such-an-such a patient…all that good stuff. She looks at me like I have three heads. I shrug it off—it’s too early, we’re all a little grumpy and most of us are waiting for the caffeine to kick in. She grudgingly pulls out her little notes to give me report. She tells me a few relevant things about the patient, but mostly just complains that she was “too young to need such total care.” She then asks (herself I’m guessing, because how the hell would I know), “Is this ‘the one’ with MRSA?” And proceeds to go back and forth in monologue about whether or not the patient had MRSA–something you’d kinda wanna to know before going in the patient’s room. We finally did establish that the patient did not in fact have MRSA.

So I go to check on the patient, introduce myself, etc. She’d had a dilaudid PCA from which she was being weaned (or actually by the time I got to her it had already been dc’d). Poor thing was clearly in pain and was wondering why her IV “didn’t seem to be working” so apparently no one had talked with her about it. I got my own set of vitals and asked her to rate her pain for me—which she of course rated as a 10 on a scale from 0 to 10. I reported this back to “B” who replies unsympathetically —“Oh well, she ain’t getting nothing else.” OH-KAY… The patient recently had a lumbar laminectomy, was discharged, then fell and broke her wrist. So she’s laying here with post surgery back pain, which was most likely made worse by her fall, a splint holding her broken left wrist together, and an IV in her right arm which was clearly infiltrated—unpleasant to say the least. So right about now, I’m stumped. Am I supposed to go in and tell my patient that her “real” nurse doesn’t give a crap that she’s in pain?

I return to the patient’s room to find breakfast trays are being delivered—good—a welcomed distraction. I helped her get set up—between the splint and the IV she really had limited use of her hands. She relaxed a little as we talked, but as the last traces of dilaudid wore off you could tell the pain was beginning to bother her again. Usually after breakfast we do hygiene and personal care, but she refused as she was in too much pain and did not want to be touched. I let her be for the meantime and decided to get started with my meds. Nurse Ratched finally allowed me to see my patient’s MAR (medication administration record), so I was able to look up the meds I didn’t know. She did not want to give me the key, nor let me into the drawer so that I could pull my meds. “You don’t need ME, you NEED YOUR INSTRUCTOR!” she snapped. Now at this point I’m seriously wondering what is this chicks’ malfunction? I went to find my instructor, who mind you is running around like a chicken with her head off helping all six of us pull meds (this was the first weekend that ALL of us did meds, previously just one or two of us would). After I returned with my instructor, “B” didn’t want to give her the key to the damn med drawer either!! She walked her devil-red scrubbed arse down to the room with us in tow, unlocked the drawer, and left without a word. Why couldn’t she have just done that 20 minutes ago? So I pull my meds, my instructor double-checks them, and then down the patient’s hatch they go.

At the beginning of the day the nurses were informed that the students would only be doing PO (oral) meds and injections—no IVs. Lo and behold we’re meeting with our clinical instructor in the cafeteria and Nurse Nasty hunts us down, MAR in hand—mind you the unit is two floors up, over the river and through the woods. “Why didn’t you give the such-and-such?” (I don’t remember what it was). I responded that was an IV medication. “Well how was I supposed to know you weren’t giving it?” Now she was really beginning to annoy me. If she took the time to actually l@@k at the MAR which she snatched back from me seconds after I gave the PO meds, she would have seen that I had not signed off on the IV medication—hence I did not give it! My instructor also added “I informed all of you this morning that the students would only be giving PO meds and injections today.” Nurse Nasty turns and leaves, horns just a-glistening. When we returned to the unit she now wanted to know why I also neglected to sign off on the patient’s Desenex powder, “You haven’t even bathed her yet…well what exactly ARE you doing today?” Nurse Nasty aparently forgot that “50” (she referred to all of her patients by room number and not by name) refused hygiene because SHE refused to acknowledge her pain status! Why would I apply desenex powder to a soiled ass behind?!? I figured we (more like I) could give it another try a little later after the oxycontin I had given her had a chance to kick in and her pain was a little more under wraps. Needless to say I could not wait for this day to end.

I realize that most of the time the nurses aren’t given a choice as to whether or not they will have a student nurse—I get that. The clear discontent of some of them is quite evident. And while they may be good at their jobs, some clearly do not have the right attitude to teach. But do they have to take out their frustration on us and even worse, the patients?!? Can’t they remember back to when they themselves were students? Sometimes I really do wonder why certain people have chosen this profession.

Thankfully, the next day I was not assigned to any of Nurse Nasty’s patients (which by the way, sucked for one of my classmates). I had a great nurse and two patients both of whom asked if they could take me home with them :). It was also the first time that I had more than one patient so I was busy—vitals, breakfast, baths, meds, fall risks, bed monitors going off, safety checklists, care plans…the whole shebang. My older patient (I believe she was 85-yrs-old) had literally about 15 9 a.m. PO meds. It took her three tall cups of water and about 30 minutes to get them all down. On top of the PO meds I had to give her a subcutaneous lovenox injection, “up close and personal,” as she called it. But I must admit that I do love when I give injections and they ask “are you done already?!?” It was an exhausting yet exhilarating day, and before I knew it, it was over.

We have clinicals again this weekend so we’ll see if Nurse Nasty remembers to take her happy pill. I guess sometimes the devil doesn’t wear Prada, but scrubs…

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Foleys, Injections, and Wound Care–Oh My!

Posted by isntshelovlei on October 8, 2009

needlesWe finally had the dreaded “math/drug calculation exam”—the one you need to get an A on or fail the course (though they do give you 3 tries before they cut you loose). I’ve always heard nursing students making such a big deal out of this exam, claiming to have lost sleep (and even hair) over it. It did take memorizing some of the lesser known conversions like 1 grain = 60 milligrams and 30 milliliters = 1 ounce, but it really wasn’t that bad. Aced it—100%. I think a lot of the stress nursing students experience comes from all of the melodrama and sensationalism they attach to everything. Chillax already—when one of us gets all worked up about something it is contagious—it spreads through the class faster than a fire in a grease pit. Not that I don’t have my own fair share of stress and worry, but the level of agitation among some of these students gives me flashbacks of my days working in inpatient psych—sheesh.

The other big kahuna (at least for a first semester nursing student) was skills testing. You basically rotate through several “stations” and demonstrate each skill. You have to get at least a 75 on each one or you have to return for remediation (*enter scary music*). So for the past six weeks we have been in the lab learning skills—vital signs, injections, catheter insertion, wound care…among other things. The lab was then available for “open lab” for those who wanted to practice before the actual testing. After one open lab it became evident that different groups were learning different techniques, some of them outrageously (and dangerously) as the Grinch would say—WRONG-O! I saw one student do a Z-track by making an actual Z with the needle as she withdrew it—what in the world?!? You’re supposed to withdraw the needle at the same angle it was inserted (straight out)…I wonder how many degrees a “Z” angle would be…

The actual testing went well. Got there early, but of course they were running behind schedule. Students were in the hallway trying to cram last-minute bits of information into their already encumbered semantic memories (“what’s systolic pressure again?”…). Finally it was my turn. First up was the Foley, which I was to insert into a female manikin (no live volunteers for this one, LOL). So the big issue with catheter insertion is not breaking the sterile field. But I was fine, took my time and talked my way through it. Next up was vital signs which were a no-brainer, then medication administration/injections. I had to select the appropriate needle and injection site (though she made me name all of them anyway). I was given an “order” to mix 10 units of regular insulin with 20 units of NPH. No problem, thanks to the mnemonic “Nancy Regan, RN.” So after all of the default stuff (5 rights, etc.), I draw up 30 units of air, inject 20 into the airspace of the NPH, then 10 units into the Regular, invert the vial, draw 10 units of Regular, then go back and draw 20 units of NPH—piece of cake right? I give my imaginary patient a 90° injection (instead of a 45° since my 85-yr-old “patient” is very thin) into her imaginary abdomen (which is actually a square pad of something nasty and gel-like, filled with the millions of injections it had received before mine). Meanwhile, the tester is firing questions at me, but at this point I’m like “Bam–ok, what else you got?” My last station was wound care—remove the dressing, measure the wound, irrigate, culture, and redress. It was a medical asepsis and not a sterile procedure so I didn’t have to worry about breaking any fields (just changing my gloves fifty times). Once you pass through all the stations the tester tallies up your grade, you sign off on it, and they send you on your merry (or unmerry for some) way.

After it was finally over and I emerged from the lab unscathed as opposed to running from the room crying and screaming with my hair on fire, there were about 5 students still anxiously waiting in the hall all staring at me with this look on their faces—“Well?!? Did you pass?” Of course I did, no sweat…

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