Hurry! Rush the patient!
So it was a slow night last night... by slow night I mean during the 12 hours I was on shift we had one patient come in. This patient came in because of chest problems, problems breathing so he was sent to our little crash room. I was minding my own business in the back room as one of my co-workers informed me that three corpsman and a doctor were in the room assisting in the patient's set up. I was told that no help was needed.
Later on that night my supervisor tells me she needs to talk to everyone as a whole, all seriousness promoted, so I quickly hung up with my wife, after informing her that I would call her back, of course. I squeezed myself into the huddle and stood awaiting whatever rant was about to be distributed, reason why I put it like that is because she had a look on her face like we killed someone.
How do I put this? Dumb? Nitpicky? Bored? Reprising?
Regardless, the feelings portrayed were that me and the other coworker didn't jump to tend to that patient. We were also in the wrong for not knowing why the patient came in to see us. First off, do we really want to crowd patients? Well apparently we have to now... if we have 6 staff members and 1 patient all 6 of us need to go into the patient room, EVEN IF THERE IS NOTHING FOR THE EXCESS WORKERS TO DO. Now tell me something, if you are a patient laying on a cold examination bed, already nervous about what a provider is going to say, in pain, and enduring a negative state of health would you really want 6 people in the room with at least 2 hovering over you? It's already overwhelming enough to be in a combat zone with injuries and 3 people doing 3 seperate things to you with one provider asking a plethora of questions. You then feel the uncomfortable factor of having to remove your shirt, possibly your pants, the cold sensation of EKG leads being placed around your chest, wires dangling, pressure cuffs squeezing your arm, lights, temprature apperatures in your mouth, and IV cathers being placed into your veins. With all the violating, yet health promoting, procedures would you really want a pair of 4 more eyes glaring into your deficient state of well-being? It's unecessary and, quite frankly, is the outcome of someone who is angry that a little bit of workload shattered the thought process of what letter to type next on the keyboard of boredom. Yes it may be sarcasm but this is the result of my frustration when trying to understand the demands of incompetant must-do's that only came into effect due to the fact that nothing had to be done until Jesus walked through the door with chest pain. Because the leader hopped into action, the followers stoot observations were of no match to anywhere near the common sense that had been brought to the table of reason and just.
Sure leader, next time Joe Smith walks into the doorway of Unecessary but Intentful Clinic due to a headache, have no fear -- we will have all our staff members scurrying around the room, dodging the working provider and intently staring into the uncomfortable eyes of the victim, reassuring him that he is hurt with every second hand the ticks into place during his stay in wonderful Afghanistan. Oh, and we shall ready the trauma teams and inform the intensive care unit of our findings.