So on Tuesday night I was "sitting" with a 60 year old cardiac patient who was combative and going through withdrawal. He's fine, not doing anything until about 9:00 pm when he whispers that he's going home. He goes for a walk and I went with him because he had an unsteady gait. He's asking how to get out and I'm saying that he can't leave, he's on a heart monitor, blah blah. And he goes into the stairwell. I didn't yell for help because I don't want him to get mad and get combative or anything. So we're in the stairwell and I don't want him to get mad and I cannot let him fall or I'd be in so much trouble. So he rips the heart monitor of his hairy chest and hands it to me and starts walking downstairs. And all I can do is go with him so he doesn't fall. Finally we're on the first floor and he's trying to find the exit. And at this point I know that at the very least we'll get to the exit where security is sitting so I'm not worried. But thankfully we run into someone and she finds a big dude to escort us back upstairs. My patient was so mad at me, he was like "you have a big mouth" and he didn't talk to me the rest of the night. Long story short, my hospital gown and slipper clad man tried to get away.
3 comments:
Hahahahaha!!! Sounds like an exciting day. Are there a lot of patients that try to escape?
Maybe once every 2 weeks i hear a "code gold" on the intercom. They call it patient elopement. That was definitely my first experience. Haha.
Patient elopement...can't wait to start working on the floor. I finish orientation on Friday.
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