batgirl
02-04-2010, 10:08 PM
Since I haven't really posted in my "EMT stories" thread in 4 months and didn't want to get in trouble for rezzing it, I thought I'd share this gem of a story from my shift yesterday.
Creeper Nurse is Creepy
Background: My partner and I are on 2 hours of overtime. We are tired, we are hungry and we are worn out from the crazy day we've had (really? 8 calls in 10 hours? One of them being a 40 mile hike?). We have our last patient of the day and pull into the nursing home that is easily one of the nastiest in the county. We actually forfeited our contract with them years ago when we kept having to call the Board of Health on them for their poor conditions. It had been at least 3 years since either myself or my partner had been there. In that time they had fixed the place up aesthetically, but apparently still keep trash nurses around.
The cast of characters:
Me: EMT extraordinaire, faster than a speeding hemorrhage, more powerful than projectile vomit, able to leap tall hospital beds in a single bound!
CN: Creeper Nurse, enough said.
S: Paramedic partner of awesome aka the dispenser of my drugs
*Cue to the dynamic duo wheeling in a patient to his room. Seeing a roommate is also in the room, S goes to inquire about this to the nurse since our patient is riddle with "cooties" (our word for Staph and other sorts of communicable bacteria) and should have a private room. Mr. "I got my nursing license from watching a lot of ER" trots over.*
CN: What do you mean he's isolation? What kind of isolation does he have? These are things I need to know! *said in an extremely condescending tone. He then proceeds to snatch the paperwork from S' hands and waves us into the room* It's ok I'll put him in here until I sort out this mess you made.
ME: Er, we didn't give him MRSA, the hospital did.
CN: You're a feisty one aren't you? Well get him into bed, but I have to watch you do it!
S and I exchange O_o glances but shrug and move the man over to his bed.
ME: Oh, he's on 2 liters of Oxygen by the way, I see you have a concentrator ready.
CN: Would you mind hooking him up to it for me?
ME: Sure *smilesmile*
CN: You guys are like, full service.
ME: I suppose.
CN: Would you like to give me some full service?
...
ME: Excuse me?
CN: Oh nothing, don't worry I see the ring on your finger. Guess I have no luck.
ME: Uh, it's none of your business really
(I'm not actually married, but my boyfriend got me a nice gold ring for our anniversary so I wear it. I wasn't about to tell him differently)
CN: Yea, yea whatever. Just bring me the paperwork to sign when you're done.
*CN proceeds to stretch, giving S and I a nice view of his hairy stomach*
S: Did he just say...
ME: Yea
(S is a very large and protective Sicilian man. He looked like he was about to go Scarface on the nurse).
ME: Is it really worth a suspension?
S: It is...nah he's not worth getting blood on my new boots.
*S brings the nurse the paperwork and I wheel the stretcher outside. S comes outside fuming and tells me we're going inside to talk to a supervisor. He shows me the documents that CN signed (our report, stating we brought the patient to the facility and took care of him, and an insurance billing form). CN had signed both "Richard Nixon."*
S: He told me that no one reads the forms anyways and threw them at me. I'm going to the supervisor to tell her that she needs to find another nurse because this one will be in the back of the ambulance with a 7 gauge needle in his jugular.
Needless to say, we went to the nursing supervisor and told her the whole ordeal. We explained, nicely, that not only did the nurse sexually harass me, but he also committed medicare fraud and forged a signature on a government document. She immediately apologized and signed our paperwork for us, assuring me that she would have a very stern talk with the nurse. I also filed a complaint with our QI supervisor when I got back to base. Don't know if anything will come of it, but suffice to say I took an extra long shower that night.
Comments? Also, any of you have something so batshit crazy happen to you that you just thought to yourself "I quit life now?" That's how I felt.
Creeper Nurse is Creepy
Background: My partner and I are on 2 hours of overtime. We are tired, we are hungry and we are worn out from the crazy day we've had (really? 8 calls in 10 hours? One of them being a 40 mile hike?). We have our last patient of the day and pull into the nursing home that is easily one of the nastiest in the county. We actually forfeited our contract with them years ago when we kept having to call the Board of Health on them for their poor conditions. It had been at least 3 years since either myself or my partner had been there. In that time they had fixed the place up aesthetically, but apparently still keep trash nurses around.
The cast of characters:
Me: EMT extraordinaire, faster than a speeding hemorrhage, more powerful than projectile vomit, able to leap tall hospital beds in a single bound!
CN: Creeper Nurse, enough said.
S: Paramedic partner of awesome aka the dispenser of my drugs
*Cue to the dynamic duo wheeling in a patient to his room. Seeing a roommate is also in the room, S goes to inquire about this to the nurse since our patient is riddle with "cooties" (our word for Staph and other sorts of communicable bacteria) and should have a private room. Mr. "I got my nursing license from watching a lot of ER" trots over.*
CN: What do you mean he's isolation? What kind of isolation does he have? These are things I need to know! *said in an extremely condescending tone. He then proceeds to snatch the paperwork from S' hands and waves us into the room* It's ok I'll put him in here until I sort out this mess you made.
ME: Er, we didn't give him MRSA, the hospital did.
CN: You're a feisty one aren't you? Well get him into bed, but I have to watch you do it!
S and I exchange O_o glances but shrug and move the man over to his bed.
ME: Oh, he's on 2 liters of Oxygen by the way, I see you have a concentrator ready.
CN: Would you mind hooking him up to it for me?
ME: Sure *smilesmile*
CN: You guys are like, full service.
ME: I suppose.
CN: Would you like to give me some full service?
...
ME: Excuse me?
CN: Oh nothing, don't worry I see the ring on your finger. Guess I have no luck.
ME: Uh, it's none of your business really
(I'm not actually married, but my boyfriend got me a nice gold ring for our anniversary so I wear it. I wasn't about to tell him differently)
CN: Yea, yea whatever. Just bring me the paperwork to sign when you're done.
*CN proceeds to stretch, giving S and I a nice view of his hairy stomach*
S: Did he just say...
ME: Yea
(S is a very large and protective Sicilian man. He looked like he was about to go Scarface on the nurse).
ME: Is it really worth a suspension?
S: It is...nah he's not worth getting blood on my new boots.
*S brings the nurse the paperwork and I wheel the stretcher outside. S comes outside fuming and tells me we're going inside to talk to a supervisor. He shows me the documents that CN signed (our report, stating we brought the patient to the facility and took care of him, and an insurance billing form). CN had signed both "Richard Nixon."*
S: He told me that no one reads the forms anyways and threw them at me. I'm going to the supervisor to tell her that she needs to find another nurse because this one will be in the back of the ambulance with a 7 gauge needle in his jugular.
Needless to say, we went to the nursing supervisor and told her the whole ordeal. We explained, nicely, that not only did the nurse sexually harass me, but he also committed medicare fraud and forged a signature on a government document. She immediately apologized and signed our paperwork for us, assuring me that she would have a very stern talk with the nurse. I also filed a complaint with our QI supervisor when I got back to base. Don't know if anything will come of it, but suffice to say I took an extra long shower that night.
Comments? Also, any of you have something so batshit crazy happen to you that you just thought to yourself "I quit life now?" That's how I felt.