Doom & Gloom

29th September (Monday) - With only a minute left to spare, I dashed in just in the nick of time to grab my report. I noticed they mentioned one of the patient for discharge. When I took a look, I was like, "Huh? This patient is critical, how can he be discharged?" Turns out it wasn't a discharge as in, grab your things and hightail it out of here. It's because the patient passed away. Yes, he passed away at about 5.45 am. Total shock. I met this patient before when I was at downstairs. I even took him for a wheelchair ride to the billing department to make payment. Although he doesn't remember me, he was pretty much okay. Few days ago, he was joking with me about his suspenders (Or to put it in Minho's term, runnie-undies) since he point blank refused to put on sarong. I kinda get him cause I don't like wearing sarong either. (Pardon the Maze Runner pun, I love the books, especially Minho. Can't wait for the next book in 2015)
Okay, then there's the running back and forth with the linens and shower, then it's time to give my favourite uncle his feeding. Oh yes. Uncle's feeding is often done by me, so he also knows what time I'll be coming in to give him. He then told me he's going to have a PEG insertion to save cost, which is on this Wednesday. Awww, I'll be having an off day so I won't be there to see him off as he goes for the op.
The prof whom I once helped in pleural tapping... He got a patient admitted in the ward. Coincidently, I was the one doing the admission, so he asked me to prepare setting a line. He's one of the nicer profs, so after preparing my tray, I brought it over to him for inspection, he nodded and said, "Good, but you don't need the vacu-containers. I won't be taking blood, just the line will do." So once ready, I assisted the prof, easy enough, it was a success, and although his writing were like squiggles, I double confirm his orders. Simple, and my report is happily done. Although in between I have to do tons of bits and that due to the seniors being occupied.
Oh, and I ran into a really odd patient. You ever heard of these types of patients? The one who demands for singles or VIP rooms? They're the type that wants to admit for operation, but because they couldn't get their room, they went, "If you don't have a room, then I won't do the procedure." Sigh, these people really think they are living in a hotel suite. Well, their problem... We give them a room, but they refuse it because they don't want double or four bedded. Jeesh.
Remember the patient whom I removed sutures? She seems alright because she's fully discharged. It was just bad luck. Anyhow, I attended another one of his patient and he ordered me to off CBD. Well, once I got out from the patient's room, he's gone. I asked the senior nurse who had followed him and she said, "No, he didn't say anything. Check the notes." The only he wrote was DRIP OFF, not CBD OFF. To double confirm, I grabbed the folder and chaed after him after we made a call to downstairs. When I got down, I asked the counter nurse and they were like, "He was just here! Hurry girl! He's at the front!" I run and thank the Lord, he's still there, although the lift's just moving up, and he's on the phone. I quickly run to him and said, "Prof, just to double confirm. CBD to off?" He just waved a hand and nodded. So, lucky me. I juat off the CBD with the senior's guidance and resume back to my happy working day.
Poor patient though. I think room 5 is jinxed. The previous old man who stayed there also passed. Cause of death : Hypovolemic shock, CA pancreas. RIP :(