It's been a heck of a week. First, I got assaulted by a patient - sexually assaulted. They knew exactly what they were doing and now nobody is allowed to deal with them one-on-one; we have to deal with this patient in pairs.
Next, I got slapped and scratched by a bedridden patient who didn't want their wet pads changed. Because of their condition, decubitus ulcers are a real danger so leaving them in a wet bed isn't an option. So, I had to fight them a little to change their bedding and in the process they slappedmy face and clawed my hands and arms. They apologized later -they aren't able to verbalize, but I did get a smile and a hug after it was all over.
I have bruises up my legs from being run into by wheelchairs. Some of my patients aren't the greatest drivers in the world...
I had to break up a fight between two LOL's. They're both pretty confused and one thought the other was in her apartment. Words were exhanged, then shouts, and by the time I got there to intervene they were circling each other and looking like they were ready to strike. I had to have one tag along with me whilst I went about my duties so I could make sure they didn't come to blows.
I saw the absolute biggest bowel movement I have ever seen. It was so big I had to weigh it: 8lbs 2oz and that's taking off the weight of the commode pan it was in. It was HUGE.
I lost count of all the hugs and smiles I got. It's those hugs and smiles that make me look forward to going to work every day, that make all the gropings and slaps and fights and complaining I hear well worth it. Knowing that I mave made a difference in someone's day, whilst it may sound trite when I write it here, is it's own reward.
They are my patients, and I am growing to love them.
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