“So how long have you been a cop for?”
“About 3 years.”
“Nice. I worked at Boston Market for 3 years. You know, like rotisserie chicken and stuff.”
“I’m sure those are comparable experiences.”
**Lifting the gurney out of the rig**
Patient: Ohh, please don’t drop me.
My brain:
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Don’t say it
Me: We only drop people on Tuesdays.
You know what I love to see: Nurses that are passionate about other nurses. Nurses that are passionate about supporting burnout. Nurses that are passionate about the dirty, real shit that nursing is. Not “nurses” that are passionate about some fantasy version of nursing.
When a resident puts orders in for a CBC, chem, and a liter on an otherwise healthy 19 y/o ankle injury but doesn’t order any X-rays because he “doesn’t think think that is necessary.”
@ERgnome We had a patient that dropped a Starbucks tumblr on her foot. No erythema, bruising, or lacs on her foot. X-ray revealed no broken bones and no edema. She requested a wheelchair. And Ice. And pain meds. And crutches. I hate this kind of patient so much it hurts.
We need to #EndTheStigma around mental health in the first responder world.
We have no problem putting our lives in the line for strangers but when it comes to helping ourselves, we suck.
Too many turn to alcohol, drugs, and risky behaviors to cope. 2/X