SeaCat
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This morning we sent a patient to some tests. The patient had to drink one of those wonderful tasting dye mixes for the series. Unfortunately the patient also had to be drugged to the gills because she is claustrophobic.
I knew what was going to happen this afternoon. I've seen it too often not to get things ready. I had extra supplies stock piled in the patients room when she returned to the unit. Unfortunately my boss happened to see the stock in the room and went off without asking for the reasons behind it. She removed all of the supplies, including the commode. She stood there reaming my ass out but good.
Then the patient started complaining about stomach discomfort and I tried to break away from my boss and move the commode back into the room. My boss wasn't having anything to do with that idea. Then it started.
At first it was a small thing, nothing to worry about. My boss insisted we clean the patient where she was, in the bed. This patient wasn't going to use the commode and disgrace herself if the boss had anything to say about it.
I didn't say anything, instead I grabbed the towels and washclothes we would need and returned to the room. I started the clean up with my boss castigating me by rolling the patient away from me. Done with the small chore and hearing the rumbling from the patient I positioned a clean pad as though nothing were amiss and rolled the patient in the other direction. (She was now facing towards me and away from the boss.
The boss lady continued her tirade against my unthinking and callouse actions as she started cleaning. (By this time several R.N.'s were in the room watching and adding their advice to her cleaning. Like me they knew what was coming, we all know and love this patient.
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The poor little old lady was barely conscious, as I said she was drugged to the gills. She just lay there quietly. I could feel and hear her belly complaining to the dye she had ingested earlier. Then my boss reacted to the advice of a couple of the R.N.'s and had me roll the patient a bit further towards me. I did as instructed and felt the results before I saw or heard them. The patients belly seemed to spasm before the pressure was released. Picture an airtank being vented into the bottom of a small tank of water and you get the idea of what happened. Unfortunately for my boss, she was standing directly behind the patient.
I was left to move the patient to the now available commode as my boss bolted out of the room to get changed. (The look on her face was priceless, too bad no one had a camera.)
My boss soon left for home. Some of the comments that were floating around the floor were priceless and needleslly cruel, but sometimes shit happens.
Cat
I knew what was going to happen this afternoon. I've seen it too often not to get things ready. I had extra supplies stock piled in the patients room when she returned to the unit. Unfortunately my boss happened to see the stock in the room and went off without asking for the reasons behind it. She removed all of the supplies, including the commode. She stood there reaming my ass out but good.
Then the patient started complaining about stomach discomfort and I tried to break away from my boss and move the commode back into the room. My boss wasn't having anything to do with that idea. Then it started.
At first it was a small thing, nothing to worry about. My boss insisted we clean the patient where she was, in the bed. This patient wasn't going to use the commode and disgrace herself if the boss had anything to say about it.
I didn't say anything, instead I grabbed the towels and washclothes we would need and returned to the room. I started the clean up with my boss castigating me by rolling the patient away from me. Done with the small chore and hearing the rumbling from the patient I positioned a clean pad as though nothing were amiss and rolled the patient in the other direction. (She was now facing towards me and away from the boss.
The boss lady continued her tirade against my unthinking and callouse actions as she started cleaning. (By this time several R.N.'s were in the room watching and adding their advice to her cleaning. Like me they knew what was coming, we all know and love this patient.
)The poor little old lady was barely conscious, as I said she was drugged to the gills. She just lay there quietly. I could feel and hear her belly complaining to the dye she had ingested earlier. Then my boss reacted to the advice of a couple of the R.N.'s and had me roll the patient a bit further towards me. I did as instructed and felt the results before I saw or heard them. The patients belly seemed to spasm before the pressure was released. Picture an airtank being vented into the bottom of a small tank of water and you get the idea of what happened. Unfortunately for my boss, she was standing directly behind the patient.
I was left to move the patient to the now available commode as my boss bolted out of the room to get changed. (The look on her face was priceless, too bad no one had a camera.)
My boss soon left for home. Some of the comments that were floating around the floor were priceless and needleslly cruel, but sometimes shit happens.
Cat
