Friday, November 6, 2020

Fri-NAY

If you had been following me for a while now, I have always stated I never liked Fridays. For some reasons, things tends to go super wrong during Fridays. We still get a lot of our patients, especially in the mornings, but Fridays are often the worst. Where to start?

        Difficult patients are always a challenge, not to mention mentally draining. There's this man who always brings his son to the hospital. We know him very well, he had seen every surgeons we have, and always telling everyone: "My son has a wound." All of us had seen him before and the son, and there is no wound. He had healed a long time ago, but the father kept insisting: "No, I tell you my son has a wound." This reminds me of something that I read in a novel... (I'm not going to tell you what novel it is, I could get in trouble for it) The surgeons, every one of us checked him. There is no wound, no tear, nothing. The father also make demands. "Which room are you bringing my son into?" "Why does your doctor takes so long?" "Is that Chinese nurse around? I want her to attend my son." There was one time he wanted dressing sets for the dressing (I'm going to keep stressing here, no wound!), I advised him in a gentle tone, "Are you really sure you want them?" I was trying to give him a hint that he doesn't need so much dressing sets, maybe one or two. Nope, he wanted a week's supply. I can't force him not to buy so I ended up selling him those. He came back few weeks later, telling me that he wants to return some of the supply. Unfortunately, once purchased, considered sold. He wasn't happy and told the surgeon on how I was being bad-hearted. The surgeon's answer: "Why did you buy so many in the first place?" He was so furious with all of us he ended up going to another surgeon, with the same reason: "My son has a wound..." Oh God.

        This is a story I heard from my friend. She once had a patient who took a six-month medical leave. She didn't go into too much details, but she did asked repeatedly. "Are you absolutely sure you can take six-month leave?" The patient's answer: "Oh don't worry. My company allows me to. I'm entitled to take six months medical leave." She came back after a while, cursing my friend for causing her to lose a job because of her six-month medical leave. The surgeon wouldn't put up with her attitude and told her off, and she never came back again. Okay, this part is a little bit debatable. I used to work for orthopaedists (bone doctors),  and sometimes, in severe trauma cases, like spine problems or severe fractures, you can take long medical leaves, depending on the severity of the condition, and depending on your company/ insurance policy. I'm no insurance expert, but this is why I often stressed to patients, please check with your insurance agent/ Human Resources/ Management etc etc on your policy/ entitlements/ rights. Regarding six-month medical leaves, doctors would usually write an accompanying letter on why does the patient needs it. (MC entitlement varies upon your company so please be careful.)

        There is this old man who has an appointment with the specialist. He's really frail, and in my heart, I have the feeling that he won't last wrong. He's okay, I just needed to support him, the wife helped. What I couldn't stand was the daughter. While I was helping the man, the daughter launched into a whole rant, about how our service were bad, our nurses don't know anything, like what??? Once I made sure he was comfortable, I went to the assistant and found out:

  • The man came though the emergency department, with difficulty in breathing (No shortness of breath when he came to me, thank God), but the major complaint was his nephrostomy tube was dislodged. (Not fully, but it's still bad)
  • In emergency, the family were advised to get the man in for admission, but the daughter demanded to see our specialist first. 
  • When she came up, she went on a rant (as mentioned above)
  • This wasn't the first time she does this. According to the assistant, she tends to drop in without warning and make a fuss when the file doesn't arrive (I'm going to say it right here and now. You can drop in anytime to see a specialist, but when you drop in as a last minute walk-in appointment, your file tends to take time to get to the clinic. For new patients, it's not a big issue, we mainly just need to file in all the loose notes for record-keeping, but for old patients, doctors needed your old records so that they can remember the previous treatment)
  • The man was so frail, I didn't dare to leave him alone too long. (In between running after other patients and procedures, I pop in to make sure that he's still breathing, sometimes I tucked the blanket around to make sure that I can see him react (Not shocking him or anything. I will ask him ever half an hour on how is he. He can talk a little, but you can see that it takes a lot out of him, so I tuck the blanket, it gives me an excuse to see that his chest is rise and falling, and his pulse is visible on his wrists. You could see the pulse beating...He is so skinny) Seriously, he could just go off anytime and I'm really scared)
  • The family had a long discussion while the man was resting in the room. Once out, the daughter asked me to call the head of the ward. (I didn't stick around because I was busy running after patients, but judging from her character....You know, I won't speculate.)
  • I pitied the man so much that when the specialist said admit him through Emergency, to spare him the torture, I suggested to move him by bed, which is the best option, and thank God the daughter did not disagree. 

This reminds me of the time when I was in training, I remembered this patient who looks healthy, not sick at all. His diagnosis: Stage IV C-----r (I don't think people will like it if I say it). Instead of crying, he actually smiled at us and tell the doctor: "If you don't mind, doc, can you discharge me?" The doctor asked why. His answer: "Since I'm going to be leaving, I might as well go back home and enjoy whatever time I have left with my family." I can tell you honestly, as a student nurse on that day, tears sprung in my eyes. Even my own father told me the last few years: "If I'm going to go, I refuse to go into a hospital. I want to die in my own home, in my own bed, on my own terms. You must let me enjoy my life." Sounds crazy, but in a way, I agree with them. I don't want to lay in a hospital bed, stuck with tubes and needles all over my body, I want to enjoy life at home, smell the fresh air, play with my doggies... those kind of stuff. Of course the patient did passed on in the end, but according to the staffs, he was enjoying life till the end. 
        There's also a man whom turn out from somewhere telling me he wants to see a specialist, so I asked him which one. He told me he don't know. I asked him can he give me a name or a speciality, he don't know. Finally, I asked him, which room? He pointed randomly in the first row. So I directed him to the registration counter. Our registration staff asked him, "Which doctor?" The patient nearly shouted in Cantonese on how he wants to see a doctor and why does he needs to register. Worried that things would go out of hand, I went over to him and ask him straight up: Is he sure that the doctor he wants to see is here. He said yes. I told him: "You mentioned my doctors in the first row, so which one is it?" His answer: "I don't know. All I know is he is Chinese and he has an Indian assistant." "Sir, the doctors that you mentioned, I have two Chinese doctors with two Indian girls, and they are both of the same speciality." After checking whether he has a record or not (None, he was referred from Emergency) I checked both clinics on whether they have a patient referred from Emergency, the first room says no, the second one is the right one. Then he asked me is this the right doctor. I took the notes from Emergency and verified his name, yes, he confirmed his details to me, so we found the right doctor. Lucky us. I don't think I can stand anymore dramas.

        I had to do some dressings for a few patients and there is this man who is quite knowledgeable in things around him. He's not medical-trained, but he can tell you the components in blood and solutions like saline, alcohol and nail polish removers. I actually told him, "Wow, you know everything." He answered: "I like knowing things so that I at least know the basics." He is very kind, and he's funny. It's nice to talk to him without getting reprimanded, as most patients that I encountered the last few days. If there's a patient whom I can talk to, I usually try to talk to them to ease their mind from the dressing and occasional gory stuff, but if I find out the patient is being difficult, I usually avoid talking too much to avoid complaints.    
        US Election is currently running, and even though we are not involved, most of us has been checking the news and currently, the votes are stalled. Only one of the candidates has to reach 270 and then he can be the next president. As I am writing this, the polls is still currently stalled at 264 vs 214 (I could be wrong because the internet just doesn't seem to be updating). I haven't seen anything like this for a while. The last time there was something quite as exciting as this was our last election in 2018. It was my first time voting as well, and I even wrote a short story about it for a local anthology but it wasn't chosen. Good times.     
        I got a lot of questions lately what is my favourite plant. Truthfully...


Source: Cactuar - Jumbo Cactuar Attacks 

Two reasons: 1. It's easy to take care of them. (I just need to water them weekly, and they                                                  need so little water) 
                      2. If someone ever makes me mad, I can pick it up and lob it at them (It's a                                                    joke)

*Today's case: 1755 (WHAT?!!!!!)