I took care of Nervous Nellie this past week. Everything was drama with her. I told her she needed to wear her sling after her procedure to prevent bleeding. She thought it was the end of the world; she acted like I had cut off her arm altogether and said she wouldn't survive with only one arm (she'd only have to wear the sling for 2 days). She also freaked out because she thought she'd have to get a new pacemaker because there was a spot of blood on the dressing. Next she was upset that she wouldn't be at home to pay her bills and her power would be turned off the next day (she'd only been in the hospital 3 days). I told her doctor about her rants when he came in. He walked into her room and she started complaining, "My heart keeps beating fast and won't stop. And I'm all wrapped up like a mummy." To which he replied:
"You're just in a sling. What are you bitchin' about?"
I had to walk away so they wouldn't hear me laughing. His comment kept her quiet for about 6 hours. I'd like to say he was a bit harsh, but I think he was right.
4 comments:
Haaaaaaaa I love it. Sounds like you work with a pretty cool Dr.
I was basically going to say the same as Becca...so...ditto.
I like that guy.
You should keep a journal of all your crazy patient stories. Someday you'll be able to write a book (names changed, of course).
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