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A patient was yelling at someone, then at me. I had a few options.
1) Call security.
2) Keep walking.
3) Go confront him.
4) Go find his nurse. (The RNs love this. But really. They don’t.)
5) Ask him what he needed.
You might have guessed I picked 5. Here’s what happened:
1) Call security.
2) Keep walking.
3) Go confront him.
4) Go find his nurse. (The RNs love this. But really. They don’t.)
5) Ask him what he needed.
You might have guessed I picked 5. Here’s what happened:
I got up as close to this patient as possible—now my patient—an arm’s length. Just out of striking distance. I asked, “What do you need right now?”
No kidding, his mouth hung open. He stared at my hair. Back to me.
“Hungry,” he said. “I’m hungry. But I mean, I need real food.”
No kidding, his mouth hung open. He stared at my hair. Back to me.
“Hungry,” he said. “I’m hungry. But I mean, I need real food.”
“Okay,” I said. “Are you NPO? Sorry. I meant, do you have any dietary restrictions?”
“No sir, I don’t,” he said. “I am the opposite of dietary restrictions. I am dietarily open-minded.”
“How about a hamburger and fries?”
“For real? You for real? Can I get two of each?”
“No sir, I don’t,” he said. “I am the opposite of dietary restrictions. I am dietarily open-minded.”
“How about a hamburger and fries?”
“For real? You for real? Can I get two of each?”
