let me begin by saying that i should be making some sort of hazard pay. as a trauma nurse, patients try to beat me to a pulp on a regular basis. I've been scratched across the chest, pinched, had patients try to bite me, been kicked at, had people try to punch me in the face, been screamed at, sworn at, and called every name you can think of and some things you can't including an "f-ing bed whore"...seriously, what does that even mean? tonight was no exception.
it all started when i answered the call light...come to think of it i really should stop doing that. the woman on the other end was frantic. her son was having a seizure. so i gathered the other people in the nurse's station and we ran down to the room to find the patient seizing. we all did what you're supposed to do in a seizure, which is basically nothing. we watched the patient so we'd know what happened during the episode and kept him safe. for this particular patient, that meant putting his helmet on. he had recently had brain surgery and they'd taken out a piece of his skull. this means that he has his brain, then some skin, then the outside world. so on went the helmet, he stopped seizing after a minute or two, and we all thought we were in the clear.
haha.
of course after this seizure, he was confused. he kept grabbing at his oxygen and trying to rip the helmet off his head. his O2 sats weren't great, so i held his hands down so he couldn't get at the tubing. and needless to say, we didn't need the man with the exposed brain to start thrashing around. we kept him calm for a little while, but then he started to fight us. the more we tried to hold him, the harder he pulled away.
so i called for reinforcements.
then there were seven or eight of us trying to hold him down, and it still wasn't working. now he's screaming and thrashing at us. i unfortunately didn't have gloves on and couldn't let go to put on a pair, so he was trying to scratch me. when he still couldn't get free, he started kicking and biting. at this point we're yelling for restraints and i'm frantically calling for more help. we called a rapid response, then security to the floor. it seemed like FOREVER until the oldest security guard we have who must be at least 75 showed up. by this time we had respiratory therapists in the mix and the patient was almost totally restrained, but still clawing at people. it's kind of fuzzy to me when I finally gave up trying to hold him down, but i think it was around the time that i realized i was bleeding.
great. just what i need in my life, another incident report with my name on it.
the casualties included 4 people with claw wounds and 1 very unfortunate nurse with a bitten thumb. we all declined the trip to the ED, but there was free antibiotic ointment for all for our efforts. the patient eventually calmed down, after 4 mg of ativan and all of his extremities tied down.
i would like to take this opportunity to mention that NEVER ONCE IN NURSING SCHOOL DID ANYONE MENTION THAT I WOULD BE ASSAULTED ON A ROUTINE BASIS.
please excuse me while I go put in my transfer to the OB floor.
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