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I did. For 2 hours. Because I quit.It was my first day on the job. 8am, I roomed the first patient and was about to go get the next when the doctor asked me “what the f* do you think you're doing?” I answered, going to check in the next patient, but he threw (yes, threw) the patient's chart at my chest and told me that I'm supposed to take dictation by hand.I bit down on my tongue to keep it from saying something I would regret, and followed him in the room.It was a larger man who had high blood pressure and bad headaches because he couldn't afford the medication. The doctor was extremely rude and unprofessional, telling him that it doesn't matter he's too poor to buy the medicine, if he doesn't buy it, he'll die soon of a stroke or heart attack because he's too fat to not have it. I am not joking. He literally used the words poor, fat, and that he'll die soon.The man burst into tears. The doctor walked out of the room and told me to “deal with the crybaby”. So I did. I gently explained to the patient that high blood pressure can be dangerous if not treated, and walked him through ways to help combat it, like drinking plenty of water, cutting down salt, getting exercise, and trying to destress. I instructed him to call around to different pharmacies including local grocery stores to see if anyone had a cheaper price, or a prescription hardship plan. I told him definitely DEFINITELY get a new doctor, and gave him a few phone numbers of physicians that I knew accepted his insurance plan. I dictated EXACTLY what had happened in the chart. I had the patient sign it. I made two photo copies. I gave one to the patient and I had the patient sign that I had permission to keep the copy for myself. When he left the building, I took the chart to the doctor's office. He looked up, I threw the chart on his desk, and said “I quit”.

Once I had to wrestle a mother to the ground.The child was on our unit and we had specific instructions from police and child protective services that she was not allowed any contact with her son. Somehow she ended up on the unit, trying to get into his room.I signaled for the unit helper to call security and calmly approached the mother, putting myself between her and the room door, explaining that she had to leave. She became combative, slapping and punching at me to get out of the way. I grabbed for her wrists to stop getting hit, and she started kicking me instead. It all happened so fast, but I ended up getting her on the floor, sitting on her legs and holding her wrists. She was still screaming “he's a f*ing liar saying I hit him" and threatening to hurt him.Security came right after, thankfully! She was arrested because she violated a restraining order.I was bruised up and had a black eye, but it was worth it to me if it meant that adorable little 4 year old didn't have to suffer from any more abuse from his mother.

Well… yes.I was sent to the Med/Surg unit and assigned a woman who had her gallbladder removed. I went into the room to check her vitals and pain level, and her husband was sitting by her side and holding her hand. Their heads were close together and they were giggling. It was nice to see that she was feeling so decently since she was only 2 hours post op. After introducing myself, taking her temperature and blood pressure, she stated her pain level was only a 2. That's pretty amazing since I remember when I had mine out, I was very sore for a couple of days. Definitely not at a 2! She said she didn't need anything at the moment, so I went checking on the rest of my patients.About 15 minutes later, the doctor said that he wanted a CT done because her blood work looked funky and he wanted to be sure that nothing else was going on before he went home. I called down to CT and the tech was just getting ready to punch out, but said he'd come get her right now. I went to her room to explain what was going on and to get her ready to go down. I knocked on the door which was only half closed, then stepped into the room. The husband was hurriedly climbing off of his wife, trying to get his pants back on. They both started laughing. I explained how this was very dangerous considering she just had surgery, it could cause bleeding and infection. I had him leave the room so I could talk to her alone. I made sure that she wasn't coerced or forced into it, which she said she wasn't. I asked about pain, and she said she didn't have any. I told her that this kind of behavior wasn't really appropriate at the hospital, as it's not a place of privacy, and she needs time to rest and heal. Something was very wrong with this whole picture. I told her she needed to go down to CT, and they were coming for her right now.After she went for the test, I brought new linen into the room and was remaking the bed when I found some wrappers in the blanket.For THC lozenges.That explained a lot.Apparently, they didn't learn their lesson, either. The next morning the nurse walked in on them having sex and the room smelled “like a dead skunk”. Her words. She was stable, so they sent her home shortly after that.** I know it's controversial, but from a medical standpoint, THC is extremely useful, and I'm a proponent for its use. But when you're in the hospital, outside drugs of any kind are not allowed without expressed permission. This is due to drug interactions that can be deadly. So leave your drugs at home and discuss with your doctor its use in your treatment.