I must say that the vast majority of nurses I’ve worked with over the years have been wonderful. Some were a bit on the side of displaced sorority sisters in need of a house (annoying and way too old to be stuck in an early 20-something mentality). And there were some that just left me with my jaw dropped through to the floor below me or backing away in fear. The graduates of Psychotic State University’s School of Nursing. A frightening lot of the eternal mystery of WHO LET THESE PEOPLE GRADUATE? I understand someone needing to be at the bottom of the class, but puhleeze….
One of these miracles in self-survival worked with me on an acute neurology floor. Most of our patients were at least partially dependent for just about everything. Everybody helped each other out when moving these patients up in bed, cleaning them up, or transferring them to recliners or chairs. One ‘special’ nurse (I’ll call ‘J’) was nothing short of mind-boggling. I’d gone in to help her move her patient up in bed, and since we all had helped each other do this a bazillion times, there was an unspoken ‘dance’ in getting the job done. Put the side rails down, put the head of the bed down, move the patient up, put the head of the bed back where it had been, make the blanket look spiffy, get the side rails back up, get the call light within reach, and leave. Done. Depending on how tall the bed was, we’d raise it to a ‘working’ height (to save our backs). Anyway, I had started putting the head of the bed down (it was still moving) and noticed ‘J’ fiddling around on the other side of the bed, mumbling to herself. I asked what she needed and she replied “I’m trying to put the head of the bed down.” 😮 I’m sure my eyes bugged a bit. Another night, a bunch of us had decided to order burgers from a nearby place, and I asked ‘J’ if she wanted to order anything. Her reply: “I don’t like Chinese food.” Alrighty then….no Chinese burgers for ‘J’. *shaking head* While she never smelled of a particular herbaciousness, there were suspicions.
At this same hospital (which really was a nice place to work- these examples were the flukes of nature that joined us for a period of time), there had been some budget cuts and an associated long term care portion in a free-standing building across town was being closed down permanently. The staff nurses there were being dispersed throughout the hospital, ready or not. Long term care nursing is its own animal. I’ve worked it, and loved it- but it is NOT the same as acute care nursing. The skill set is much different- and in some ways much more varied than the specialty floors set up in that hospital. Well, our ‘gift’ from the defunked facility was nearly a fossil herself. She had to be older than many of the patients she took care of. She was pleasant enough, and easy enough to get along with, which was always tricky in a group that had worked together for any period of time and knew each others’ strength and weaknesses’. But she was a bit ‘thick’. Normal conversation seemed to be a bit of a struggle for her. And her hearing was fine. Evidently normal nursing skills were also a bit difficult. We had a policy that all insulin doses were double checked by another nurse. One day she asked me to check the dose she’d drawn up. No problem. Glad to help. I nearly passed out when she showed me a 3-cc syringe with the insulin in it. For those not in the medical loop, insulin is drawn up in very specific insulin syringes with 1-unit increments marked on the side of a ONE-cc syringe. I was dumbfounded. I think part of my jaw may still be on that hospital floor. I asked her how she knew how much insulin she had in that thing. She had crickets and the deer-in-the-headlight thing all going on at the same time. She didn’t know. And it didn’t seem to bother her that she was about to kill someone or leave them in a vegetative state. I’m not sure exactly what I was supposed to check, but I checked my butt on over to the charge nurse after taking the syringe away from Nurse d’Permanent Sleep. Oy. Needless to say, Einstein was sent for some ‘remedial’ education. We never saw her again.
At a drug/alcohol rehab place I worked at, many of the nurses were primarily psychiatric or chemical dependency rehab nurses. No problem since that’s what we dealt with %99 of the time, and the medical complications that came up were usually pretty specific to detox. But…we had patients who had some ‘side effects’ to their years of drug usage that were emergency situations when they happened. One weekend night nurse (a ‘traveling’ nurse- who were also good for the most part) was giving me report one morning about a new patient who had a high fever earlier in the shift (let’s say 103 degrees for some reference point). This nurse was SO proud of herself that she’d been on top of things with Tylenol, and the guy’s temp was now hovering in the 97-degree range. That was NOT good news. When someone becomes septic, the body fights with a fever as a way to help heal itself; when the temp goes sub-normal it means the body can’t cope any longer and is decompensating. The train to dead has left the station. I couldn’t get out of report fast enough to see if the guy was even conscious anymore. He was, but looked BAD. I got the OK to send him to the local ER to get labs done (and I couldn’t imagine them not admitting him to ICU). I was pretty sure he was in septic shock. The local ER didn’t like drug patients, and sent him BACK to us after drawing the labwork. Scared me to death. I’m not sure what we did that day to keep him from dying, but the next morning I got a call from the hospital telling me his blood cultures were bad. Ya think? He was an IV drug user with a massive infection around his heart. The drug rehab doc arranged to send the guy back to the hospital where he stayed for a couple of weeks on IV antibiotics before returning to complete his drug rehab, with another 4 weeks of IV antibiotics every 3 hours (at a facility where the nurses weren’t used to giving IV meds, or dealing with a PICC line- I didn’t mind). He was a great guy who got a second chance, no thanks to the Tylenol dispenser. He should have been shipped out while his fever was high. High fevers were not typical of what we used to see, and in an IV drug user should be a huge clue that something is wrong.
One of my nursing student compadres was ‘interesting’. He reminded me of Waldo from ‘Where’s Waldo’ fame, sans striped clothes and beret. Tall, skinny, huge glasses, and screamed “I’ve got uber-geek genes’. But he was very sweet. I got paired up with him to do a report on riboflavin during our Nutrition class. We had arranged to me AT the library at a specific time. I got there a bit early, and waited. The arranged time came and went. OK, maybe he got hung up somewhere. SO I waited a bit longer. Nada. I peeked inside of the library, and he wasn’t there. I wandered around, looking around the library and inside of the library, and never found him. The next time we had class, I asked him why he hadn’t shown up. He looked baffled and said “I was there ! I was in the back in one of the cubicles.” Really? I was supposed to find him in the library’s equivalent of a cave? I asked him if he crawled in the trunk when someone told him to meet him at the car… I did my own report, and got an A. 🙂 This guy- sweet as he was- didn’t make it through the first class that newbie RN students take (Fundamentals of Nursing). God looked kindly on patients everywhere.
I’ll think of more ‘special’ nurses to write about. I learned something from each of them, and wondered how they ever got through the nursing schools they went to, or hadn’t been reported to the nursing board for being dangerous (even if unintentionally- they weren’t ‘killer nurses’, they were idiots). I was scared for their previous patients; maybe they were no longer able to complain about the nurses in question… 😮