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Had a patient come in for a very minor thing the other day. Insisted on being wheelchaired back to the room so the nice volunteers @ the front desk wheeled her back.
She got to the room and holy shit dramatics. But im used to this, so I basically ignored her when I could and got the necessary questions and assessment done.
As Im helping her from the wheelchair to the stretcher, I realize this lady has like 4 packed bags and a small oxygen tank with her. I ask her what these are for and she matter of factly states "Well, Im going to be admitted of course."
Uh, ok. So she carts off to Xray and I go and do other things. I get back to the room and she tells me how she called the Wound Clinic she goes to and they told her to come in right away b/c she had a fever of 99.* and that she was to be admitted. She also tells me she needs dinner promptly @ 5
and will need us to administer insulin as well as the rest of her evening medications. Basically the rest of the evening, every 15 mins or so she would ring her bell and ask for random unrelated things or medications, none of which she received.
In the meantime, ER doctor called the wound clinic and learns that she lied about the story (not a big surprise, really). The reason she was here was that she couldnt be seen at the clinic until next Thursday and thought a visit to the ER would get the wound doctor to see her in the ER.
I go in and talk to her to tell her shes getting ready to be discharged and she says "Well, Im not going anywhere until I see that wound doctor."
I tell her "Ma'am, its 5:30pm on a Friday evening, do you really think the wound doctor is even here? Or that he could come to see you for a non emergency?". Realization hits her and she actually looks apologetic for a second until she says "Oh lord, my blood sugar is low, I need a sandwich".
I finally go in with paperwork for her, she signs the discharge paper and heads over to one of the supply carts saying "Well, the doctor told me to help myself to gauze". Oh, hell no he didnt. I step between her and the cart, cutting her off. She looks at me, I look at her and she sits back down. She then asks "Can someone get my car? Its down the street"
No, we can not get your car, but if you hop in this wheelchair the volunteer will push you out to the waiting room real fast. Kthxbaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
She got to the room and holy shit dramatics. But im used to this, so I basically ignored her when I could and got the necessary questions and assessment done.
As Im helping her from the wheelchair to the stretcher, I realize this lady has like 4 packed bags and a small oxygen tank with her. I ask her what these are for and she matter of factly states "Well, Im going to be admitted of course."
Uh, ok. So she carts off to Xray and I go and do other things. I get back to the room and she tells me how she called the Wound Clinic she goes to and they told her to come in right away b/c she had a fever of 99.* and that she was to be admitted. She also tells me she needs dinner promptly @ 5
and will need us to administer insulin as well as the rest of her evening medications. Basically the rest of the evening, every 15 mins or so she would ring her bell and ask for random unrelated things or medications, none of which she received. In the meantime, ER doctor called the wound clinic and learns that she lied about the story (not a big surprise, really). The reason she was here was that she couldnt be seen at the clinic until next Thursday and thought a visit to the ER would get the wound doctor to see her in the ER.
I go in and talk to her to tell her shes getting ready to be discharged and she says "Well, Im not going anywhere until I see that wound doctor."
I tell her "Ma'am, its 5:30pm on a Friday evening, do you really think the wound doctor is even here? Or that he could come to see you for a non emergency?". Realization hits her and she actually looks apologetic for a second until she says "Oh lord, my blood sugar is low, I need a sandwich".
I finally go in with paperwork for her, she signs the discharge paper and heads over to one of the supply carts saying "Well, the doctor told me to help myself to gauze". Oh, hell no he didnt. I step between her and the cart, cutting her off. She looks at me, I look at her and she sits back down. She then asks "Can someone get my car? Its down the street"
No, we can not get your car, but if you hop in this wheelchair the volunteer will push you out to the waiting room real fast. Kthxbaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.
Someone providing drinks?
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