The other night was quiet for just about the whole shift, not so much as a peep out of anyone. Which is both good and bad…. while you can relax a bit (and even have time to roam the empty halls and snap a few pics), the night does tend to drag, especially the first shift of night float, when you are not used to the hours. So I was about to be done with the shift at 7am, and at 645 this jerk of patient decides to pull out his central line, his only form of access. Now the patient isn’t really a jerk, he’s actually a demented guy who didn’t know any better. But dammit if I didn’t want to murder him at the time. I was so annoyed that he waited until I had one foot out the door to leave to do this. Really pal? Couldn’t have done this earlier when I was struggling to stay awake out of boredom? Even more so, when I got access on him, he then pulled it out a second time when I looked away for half a second. I wanted to pull my hair out.
I know it’s not his fault per se, but damn if I wasn’t angry with him on my drive home. It was just a new feeling, being actively angry and resentful towards a patient. I know it won’t be the last time either that a patient will do something to make me angry at them. Looking back, now that I am calm and collected, it’s an interesting feeling, having to help someone that you just…want to ….stick that IV…IN THEIR EYE! (pull that line out buddy!)