Work sucked. Just when I think it couldn't suck any more we have days like today. We got three admissions, one of whom arrived very late in the day with incomplete records from fucking MORRISTOWN! And of course her new doctor just HAD to come in and write a whole bunch of extra orders after I had already written out all her admission orders and faxed them to the pharmacy. AND! We got another admission. An agitated demented old man with alzheimer's who has forgotten that he can't walk. Of course he fell and hurt himself after we put him to bed. He's loud and destructive. He's a danger to himself and others and he needs to be restrained for his own protection, but Oh No, that's against his rights. He'd better be out of here by next week.
All of this was made even more fun by my being alone on the floor until 7 when I got help from someone who hadn't been on my floor in 2 months, which means knows a grand total of 3 of our patients. I didn't get out until midnight. I stopped ang got ice cream on the way home.
Why do they always send us the crazy destructive old men? Why can't they ever just send them to the locked psych hospital where they always end up anyway? I really don't mind being deprived of the joy of their presence.
All of this was made even more fun by my being alone on the floor until 7 when I got help from someone who hadn't been on my floor in 2 months, which means knows a grand total of 3 of our patients. I didn't get out until midnight. I stopped ang got ice cream on the way home.
Why do they always send us the crazy destructive old men? Why can't they ever just send them to the locked psych hospital where they always end up anyway? I really don't mind being deprived of the joy of their presence.