A Lesson in Etiquette

Yo! Could you please get off your cell phone for like 5 minutes so I can assess your ass and/or give you some drugs? (... and by "your ass" I mean the familiar term for "you" not the actual anus, rectum, butt or butt cheeks although those are also possibilities) 

That's how I feel patients who won't get off their cell phones when I enter the room to care for them need be spoken to. This is a hospital for the love of all that's good and holy, not a club, chat room or bus stop. I demand some respect!

Sundowning

There are few things that make me sadder than seeing a confused old man in a pair of these mits. The look of hopelessness and confusion in their eyes as they ask you why you are putting these on them is enough to make you want to cry. We use these to prevent patients from pulling out their IV's, foley's and other bodily tubes.

Patients who sundown can potentially win themselves a pair of these gloves. They remind me of the mittens Micky Mouse wears which makes them even more depressing.

I had never heard of sundowning before becoming a nurse, but as I understand it, it is dementia that kicks in abruptly in the afternoon/evening and then goes away again in the morning. You might recognize this phenomenon when suddenly that elderly patient who you've been having such nice conversations with all day is now calling you a tooth fairy (in the best of cases) or trying to break your fingers (in the worst).

How'd I End up in the Psych Ward?

This somehow manages to summarize my last few days at work in just two simple images.

Cocaine is a hell of a drug.