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Welcome back

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I have not posted for almost 4 years! What happened? Life happened and it still goes on.  I am still an ER nurse, still working in my local county hospital ER, but I picked up a second job at a large urban level 1 trauma center.  It has been a goal to work in a trauma center and be in the middle of the chaos and excitement. I started there 18 months ago and am now fully trained to take care of whatever patient comes in the door. I love, Love, LOVE my job.  I work with great staff of nurses and docs, including med students, interns and residents. I learn from just standing in their midst, although we rarely just stand around. This ER is busy, I work night shift there and it gets crazy with crashes, falls, gunshots and stabbings; not to leave out the regulars, drunks and psych cases. Never boring.  My other job now feels like a walk in the park.

As for the other job, I have moved from being the new grad to teaching the new grads. I am now precepting my fourth new nurse. I really like teaching. Although we don’t get compensated at this facility for it, I feel like I get to train someone to be the kind of coworker I want to work with. I work very hard to encourage them and foster a helpful collaborative attitude.

I have a few new goals, first to pass the CEN. The certification exam for Emergency Nursing.  I also want to get beck to regular blogging. I find that writing helps me sort out my thinking and my emotions. I am usually exhausted when I come home from work, then by the time I have recovered, I have forgotten details about what I want to blog about or I am headed right back in to another shift. Any suggestion from you readers about how to be better at this?

Until next time…

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July 21, 2014 at 12:13 pm

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I hit my stride….then stumbled

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I know this is going to be the way it will be for me for a while.  I’ll have hours or maybe even days where I feel like the nurse I dream of being. I am compassionate and accurate with my care of my patients, their stay in the ER is as short as it can be while providing them the services they need, and I am thorough and current in my charting as well as helpful and cheerful as I go about my work.  I had one of those days this week.

I started working with a new preceptor this week on the 11am to 11pm shift. First of all this shift fits my body clock much better. I get up at the reasonable hour of 8 or 8:30, I get a nice breakfast and a few chores done before work. And I am alert through the entire day especially after dinner which is my most productive time of day.  My nurse kept feeding me patients so that I always had four, but let me work pretty much on my own to care for them.  I was able to keep up, I had hardworking CNAs that shift that didn’t disappear when I needed help with something, the unit clerk  was in a good mood.  The day went smoothly and at one point I thought to myself, “I kinda feel like a real nurse with some confidence, I can do this! and I love my job!”

Then came the day that I stumbled so often that I realize I need knee pads and thicker skin.  I started the day with 3 patients; one that had been boarding in the ER already for 16 hours. He came in for a cough/COPD exacerbation and his chest xray had shown suspicious spots, (he had had previous lung CA) and possibly pneumonia. The ER doc  admitted him but there were no beds so he was boarded with us until one was available. That day we had 8  admitted patients waiting for rooms. He was started on IV antibiotics, and needed a CT scan.  His floor orders were numerous and he was grouchy. He demanded so much of my attention for so much of the day that I had a hard time focusing on my other patients. He wanted to go home, but did not want to leave AMA. I listened and talked to him, I got the admitting resident to come talk to him several times, the ER docs came by and talked to him and he remained uncooperative. He refused to sign consent to get his records from another facility. When his room was finally ready a little after 3pm, I called report but he refused to go to the floor.

All through this I ended up being delayed getting things done for my other patients. We were quite busy that day, I had a steady stream of other patients too including a 5150 hold patient beginning alcohol withdrawal. I constantly had the ER docs coming to me to ask me why I hadn’t done this or that yet. Sometimes they were legit, sometimes I was waiting on pharmacy or lab or someone else.  I was kept needing to do two or three things at once and probably making the wrong choice about which came first. And of course the CNA’s were always vanishing.

Then I had the resident who had added on to the floor orders for my boarded patient earlier in the day reprimand me for not ordering a scan she had written an order for. I was totally confused and I felt all the self confidence drain from me as I stood there listening to her right there in the middle of the ER.  My preceptor was gone from the floor she had a meeting for an hour and then went to the staff meeting (that I missed) so when she got back I talked to her about all that had been going on.  I  hadn’t realized that while our ER docs put the orders in for scans themselves, the docs for the rest of the hospital do not, she was expecting me to put that scan in the computer.  I had gone through and taken care of all the rest of the orders, medications, O2 parameters, trying to get consent for records (which he refused) etc.. I caused a delay of this diagnostic. The funny thing was, that I had been calling CT all afternoon to get him in and they never mentioned that they didn’t have the order, they just kept telling me they were backed up and they would call, or they didn’t pick up the phone at all. The patient was also arguing with the docs all afternoon about not wanting to stay and have the scan at our facility, he wanted to go somewhere else.  In the end with his family’s  help we convinced him to get the scan and stay for one more dose of antibiotics, then he left AMA.

I was drained. There were so many times during his care that in hindsight I could have handled better. As well as handling the rest of my patient load while I had such a demanding patient. I see my mistakes, and I will be more attentive to those particular things in the future, but I can’t help thinking about how many more mistakes I have to make. I am so afraid of causing someone harm rather than inconvenience or delay in their care. And I just don’t like the feeling of not being on top of my game. In the meantime, I’m standing back up, brushing off my bum, putting on a confident smile and showing up.

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January 21, 2010 at 3:38 pm

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I can’t fix everybody

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My two preceptors happened to both be on the same day and I got to hear them discuss with each other how they think I am doing in my orientation.  I am slowly catching on to the flow of the department.  I can take care of two to three patients at a time by myself as long as there is nothing to unusual going on.  I can usually get an IV in on the first try but not always, I know the codes to get in the med room and the psych unit.  When someone needs me to get something for them not only do I know what the thing is and what it looks like, I can usually find it.  I am still rather slow and methodical, I still take longer to chart as I ponder the wording of my nurses notes.  But for the most part they think I am doing fine.  One preceptor said to the other, “you know she is going to be fine because she has the maturity to not freak out about what happens, and she is a mom so you know she can multitask!”  The one thing they both remind  me about is the fact that in the ER we can’t fix all of peoples problems.  Many of our patients have chronic issues and psych social problems that are not solved quickly if at all.  I had a patient in for back pain needing a refill of her RX however she had several other issues that we could have helped her with but didn’t. She was a diabetic and her finger stick glucose machine was not working properly, she needed a new one, she had a nasty contact dermatitis on her abdomen that could have used some barrier cream and perhaps steroid cream, and she had a decubitus ulcer developing on her hand where it was contracted due to a stroke 3 years earlier.  She was feeling overwhelmed and frustrated with staying on top of her own care, and I felt like we could have taken an extra 15-30 min to just help her out and get her back on track. However the ER doc insisted that she follow up with her primary care doc for those things and just refilled her pain med RX, even when I asked him about it.  We had a homeless guy found under the overpass in a drunken stupor, we rehydrated him, got him a spot in a detox center because he said he wanted to go and heard that the next day he was thrown out. Then there was the mom and her two kids, she told triage that she was having asthma problems, but when I interviewed her she told me she needed a document from our ER for her employer excusing her from work for a car accident that happened 4 months ago! oh, and also her daughter had a cough and a slight fever.  She was going to lose her job if she didn’t produce this note, but we couldn’t help her, it was 4 months ago and she didn’t seek treatment!  Lots and lots of smokers and alcoholics who are coming in with health issues that are either due to the habits or made worse by those habits.  I can’t fix them, I can just help them with their problem of the moment.  I can be compassionate, and listen to them, and try not to make them feel like they are just another chart to be checked off and pushed through.  The motto for the ER is “treat ’em and street ’em”  and sometimes “admit ’em”.  I just need to learn how far to go with each of them, where does the ER care end and another resource pick up and can I make sure they get connected with that other resource to help them with those chronic issues that take longer to remedy.  It is a fine line, and I seem to run right over it resulting in my precepter stepping in to say “you need to ask the doc what the plan is for your pt, we have done what we can” That line always comes sooner than I want it. I have so much to learn.

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November 22, 2009 at 6:48 pm

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We saved your life, now you take over

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The shift started out calm enough, my preceptor and I were taking report on a patient that had been there all night and was being admitted. We were just waiting for a bed.  Then at 0755 they rushed him in from triage.  He had come in with his mom because he had started vomiting the night before, had acute abdominal pain, was short of breath and he was losing his vision.  With that chief complaint and a history of diabetes and pancreatitis, the triage nurse recognized  this 30 year old patient was in DKA crisis.  The lack of insulin (he wasn’t controlling his diabetes) causes hyperglycemia which leads to osmotic diuresis, dehydration and electrolyte depletion. The free fatty acids are converted to ketone bodies which  release hydrogen ions leading to metabolic acidosis. This drop in pH causes increased respirations to try to compensate and the breath smells fruity.  This was the case with this patient.  His vitals were BP 88/62, HR 146, R28. The teamwork began. The MD was asking him questions while several nurses started working, inserting 2 large bore IV’s , drawing labs and pouring fluids in. I got his finger stick blood glucose level and it was critical high, which means over 500! He was shaky, weak and still vomiting. We got a urine sample, a portable chest xray, and drew some arterial blood for blood gases.  He admitted he had been drinking a lot (1-2 pints/day) and his last drink was 9am the previous day. We gave him zofran and 10 units of insulin, someone got an EKG and soon his heart rate shot up to the 180’s and the rhythm started looking whacky, widening and looking like SVT. The MD decided to cardiovert.  In a flurry of motion we moved him into the trauma bay got him hooked up to the crash cart administered some versed (5mg, wow) and shocked him with 150 joules. He cried out and jerked on the gurney, and his heart rate dropped to 120. Whew! At this point I was designated as the recorder, my preceptor gave the medications, and a couple of other nurses were managing the IV fluids, and all the other tasks.  By this time we had gotten 4 liters of fluid into him, squeezing the bags or hooking them up with the pressure bags used in  hemodynamic monitoring. The doc ordered some metoprolol to bring his heart rate down since it was starting to creep up to 145.  She ordered 5mg, and asked that only 2.5mg be pushed first as we all watched the monitor to see his heart rate drop.  It would be risky to use too much because his blood pressure was so low 104/57 and we didn’t want him to bottom out.  His heart rate dropped to 87 in about a minute, it amazed me how fast these medications took effect. We were starting to take a breath here, it was about 0840 and his lab results were in.  Blood gases showed pH 7.02, pCO2 <15, pO2 150, HCO3 3, base excess -25.6  Whoah! this guy is really sick. Tox screen came back positive for benzos and opiates, electrolytes were completely out of whack with potassium at 8.3, CO2 at 6, and anion gap at 33. Glucose came in at 966.  He was complaining of belly pain so we gave him 4mg of morphine, and his heart rate was creeping up again, so we pushed another 1mg of metoprolol and gave him an albuterol breathing treatment.  Usually in DKA the patient has hypokalemia however this patient had hyperkalemia, K level was 8! The MD ordered 1gm of calcium gluconate which quickly overcomes the cardiac toxicity of hyperkalemia, it increases the cardiac muscle tone and force of contractions.  More zofran for the nausea  and a banana bag to replace electrolytes and vitamins.  We had him chew a 325mg aspirin with a few sips of water, I think the doc was worried about a clot forming in his heart through all that fibrillation before the cardioversion.  An amp of sodium bicarb (50mEq) IV push slowly, 20mg of kayexalate by mouth, trying desperately to drop his potassium level and raise the pH of his blood.  By now it was about 0910 and nurses were all working together to get these meds in him, through the right IV lines avoiding any incompatibilities.  Everyone was thinking out loud and checking what they were doing withe each other, the teamwork was amazing to me. I was still busily recording everything with the time that it was happening. Normal saline bag #6 went up, a triple dose of albuterol was given with a nebulizing mask, D5W was hung with 2 more ampules of sodium bicarb.  An insulin drip was started at 10 units/ hr, at the same time RT started continuous albuterol 10mg/hr.   After all this fluid was poured into him, he needed a catheter to drain his bladder and this was something that struck true fear in this young man.  He had just been at death’s door and had his heart shocked back into beating properly, yet he was freaking out about having a catheter put in.  Well, my preceptor calmed him, in the midst of the chaos and using lots of lidocaine got the foley in and drained about 200ml of urine.  Lab took a sample, and got more blood. Another IV was started in the hand with insulin going in one IV and bicarb in another we needed a third for the banana bag and other meds.  His blood pressure was beginning normalize at 122/66 and heart rate at 98.  He was needing more pain control so we gave more morphine slowly, titrating to his blood pressure.  Then some lasix to get his kidneys to flush through that fluid and RT to draw more ABG’s .  Results came back and his pH was up to 7.22, pCO2 22, HCO3  was now 9, and base excess -17.  Glucose had dropped to 666, K to 7.1, CO2 to 8 and anion gap to 23. We were going in the right direction. The MD decided to stop the wide open fluids and halt the bicarb drip, now just keeping the banana bag and insulin drip.  It was 1030 and we were liking his vitals of BP 137/64, hr 107, R18, O2 sat of 100% and pain 8/10. We started to talk about admission to the ICU.  Our patient was beginning to come around and the MD was talking to him about what had just happened.  She had a very serious and forceful talk about how close he had come to dying and that he absolutely had to get control of his diabetes and stop drinking. The young man’s mother had been hovering around the outskirts of the activity the whole time quiet tears dropping and looking very frightened. The doctor pointed at her and said to the pt, “you have someone here who loves you and wants you to live, can you at least try to stop drinking and take care of yourself for her?”  He started stammering about all the stresses in his life and my preceptor looked at me with a look of “you know he’s not going to change.”  We sat down to chart everything from the notes I had been taking. while the other nurses worked on getting him a bed in the ICU.  He was not out of the woods yet, for the next couple of days his glucose, insulin, electrolytes would have to be carefully monitored and balanced while monitoring his heart and respiratory function. He was an extremely lucky young man to have been brought in to us when he was and that triage nurse and ED team acted so quickly. As we wheeled him up to the ICU he was beginning to realize what had happened and was thanking us for helping him and saving his life…… I responded with a hand on his arm and looking straight into his eyes “you are welcome, it is our job to save your life, now it is your job to take over.”

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November 6, 2009 at 7:27 pm

patients from door to door

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The first awkward moment was in the med room, with my preceptor needing her H1N1 shot and not wanting me to give it to her. ouch.  Nothing personal, ya sure.

My goal for the first week in ER was to take care of one patient from start to finish. Today I managed four! No, not at once, one after the other, never more than one at a time. I was working the blue side, less critical patients, mostly things like abdominal pain, fever/ flu, alcohol intoxication, UTI and the like. I managed to get an IV in an intoxicated patient on the first try, even thought the guy had some pretty tough leathery skin from spending many a night sleeping under bridges. I learned how to mix a banana bag, saline with vitamins and minerals added that rehydrates and replenishes the nutrients a chronic alcoholic desperately needs. All the while our fabulous social worker was trying to find a place for him to go to detox, I was trying to convince him to stay long enough to get rehydrated and stable.

I greeted my 15 month old patient in the lobby and she was all smiles in her mom’s arms until we walked into the exam room then she grabbed her mama’s neck and screamed. No way was she going to let me listen to her lungs and take her temperature. I was actually glad to see her respond appropriately to a stranger, and thankful I didn’t have to give her an injection.

I stood by observing a patient brought in by ambulance having a seizure. The patient was having trouble breathing, swelling in her eyes and face, and her skin was quite red.  The MD looked at me and started firing questions as if I were her med student

MD: what do these symptoms indicate?

Me: anaphylactic shock?

MD: good, how do we treat it?

Me: uh, give epinepherine

MD: perfect, how much and how do we give it?

Me: (in my head, aaaah I have NO idea how much, why is my mind blank?) um, 1mg I think? IV?

MD: no! that is for ACLS, the dose for anaphylaxis is 0.3 mg and we give it IM, where?

Me: in the thigh ( suddenly remembering EPIpens that you stab into the thigh)

MD: yes! go get it, you are an RN aren’t you?!

Me: I am!  (rushing off to the med room feeling like, wow, I AM an RN, I CAN go get this med and help this patient ) I felt like I was really on the spot and really I was just observing why did the MD turn to me?  I guess, I did okay. And the patient came out of the situation and in a couple of hours was sitting up and ready to be discharged with her very own EPIpen in case this ever happened again.

I was starting to gain some confidence, learning the routine, knowing where to find supplies I need, even helping another nurse put a foley in.  Then came another awkward moment one of the MD’s made a comment that she could tell I was new to the unit because I had the chart ready in the slot for her to take in to see the patient to write her orders. And another nurse quipped “yea, and she doesn’t have a bad attitude yet.”

And I hope I don’t, it is not in my nature.

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October 30, 2009 at 6:39 pm

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ER at last

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After what seemed like an eternity of preparatory training I am finally in the ER. This has been my dream since I started nursing school and here I am on the job in a busy county ER. I am  working with a preceptor that is very experienced but not that happy about having someone to train.  Luckily I don’t need much hand holding and I don’t take her reluctance personally, she is just overworked.   We worked on the “blue” side which is the less acute side, seeing patients that are triaged as level 3 or 4.   Two patients stood out for me because we weren’t really able to help them.  One was a woman with chronic back pain who had suffered a fall, she had used up all her pain meds and was not able to refill her scripts  before the first of the month. She got some new RX’s but could not fill them due to lack of money.  She came in looking for some pain relief.  We were able to give her some pain relief, and take an x-ray,  but could not give her medication samples to carry her over till the first of November when her scripts would be available through her basic medical insurance. We provided her with a new cane and a cab ride home, she was not happy.  The other patient broke my heart.  A young woman doubled over in pain came in with her husband.  The history looked like this could be a chronic bowel issue, or a kidney stone. She was nearly hysterical in fear of what was wrong with her and not being find relief from this pain.  The MD immediately pegged her for a meth user and ordered a urine tox screen and pregnancy test which came back negative for everything. We gave her Ativan to calm her and some dilaudid to ease the pain and 3 liters of fluids. She went for an abdominal CT which was negative and she was discharged with a script for go-lytely and donnatal and instructions to come back if she did not get relief.  She was not a happy camper, she felt we were ignoring her needs and not listening.  She wanted to get to the bottom of what was causing her pain and I have to say I agree with her. In the end she left without signing the discharge papers, without taking her prescriptions or instructions, and telling us she was going to go to another hospital for help.  I felt like we didn’t listen well, I don’t know if the MDs and other nurses misjudged her, I am too wet behind the ears to see what they see. but my gut feeling is that we missed something, and it broke my heart that she left feeling frustrated with her care.  Both the charge nurse and my preceptor talked about how you have to be firm with these kinds of patients and not be caught up in their drama, I just don’t see the category of “these kinds of patients” yet and I am not sure I want to.

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October 28, 2009 at 1:46 pm

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