It’s Potty Time … AKA Weekend Wrap-Up
Managed to get through the weekend with limited pain from the patients of Easy Rider. Did have a few memorable moments … this one sums it up best, I think:
A 6 foot, “220 pound” (mmhmn, yeah – and I weigh 120 pounds!) GENTLEMAN – who just happened to be in ‘the vicinity’ of Easy Rider, and was “minding his out ‘binessss’” – when SUDDENLY he was maced by ‘security’ (read: POLICE) … While he MAY have dropped the ‘F-bomb’ a few (DOZEN) times, he “didn’t do anything wrong!” But you know what – “That mace BURNS!”
Yes. Yes, it does. Of course, putting your mace-soaked clothes back on doesn’t help (put the GOWN I gave you back ON … PLEASE!!). Mace is supposed to be uncomfortable. It’s meant to be a deterrent. The ER will not place you in a drug induced coma until it wears off … Go HOME, take a SHOWER, go to SLEEP (and SOBER up!) … The patient and I went ‘round and ‘round for a bit (=20 minutes), but then he accepted the fact that no narcotics would be administered tonight …
And then it was Potty Time (or maybe we should call it the ‘BePissing Hour’) … The magical hour in the middle of the night when geriatric patients wake up to go to the bathroom – and then it hits them. They suddenly decide they don’t feel good … To wrap up this fun-filled weekend, our department administered TWO (!!) life-saving ENEMA’s that night … You know it – GOOD TIMES!!