So, I had one of the most surreal mornings in the ED that I’ve ever had. From kicking out the two patients who were there when I arrived (at 0700) until 1100 I didn’t see a patient.
I was then, going to rant about the fact that there’s this one nurse at work who while nice to me with everyone else seems to like to attack me whenever she takes over any of my patients; and the 30 seconds with her made me feel like crap for my entire journey home. Hell, I’ve been sat here alternately ranting and wanting to curl up because of what she said. Mostly ranting, because as I’ve thought about it I’ve realised that yes; I didn’t do the bloke’s resps for the 25 minutes he was in my care. But the fact he’d not had obs written on his chart? Well, I’d done them, they’re recorded on the nice machine, and given that she didn’t bother to hand him over to me, nor give me any help, and that I’d done her a favour by ECGing him (he was having some sort of cardiac event), and organised, and moved him to the Resus room; I’d given the drugs he needed and so on…
…She can sit, and indeed swivel. Yes, I should have done his resps, but quite frankly, he needed drugs I’d never given before and I needed to check doses and routes and side effects and indeed what they did before giving them. The fact he had no obs recorded for an hour? That’s *not* my fault, I had him in resus for 25 minutes. The time before that? She should’ve done and recorded them, thanks very much. ‘course it must be hard being so perfect all the time.
Anyhow, the whining though is much reduced by the fact that I’ve just discovered that my mum’s house is flooded out and I’ve got to head down there to see what we can save / recover / how bad it is. Wish me luck.
