I haven't been blogging a lot recently because I'm legitimately burnt out on the overwhelming number of stupid, mundane complaints we've been seeing in the ER. My current workplace sees an average of 250-280 patients a day, which normally feels like nothing because they've got a top rate first-track and a pretty good system for patient flow. But the onset of flu season means they're seeing around 300, 325 a day and the majority of them are not actual flu patients.
Our numbers have been so high because everyone and their mother is coming in for the common cold. Wait times are up because the fast track area is deluged and can't keep up, so minor patients get overflowed to the core. The core docs then have to see them, and a normal minor complaint visit time of 45 minutes becomes three hours because the doc has to see all those pesky rupturing AAAs and septic pneumonia and chest pain patients first. Then the minor patient gets angry and demands to see a doctor, and then the staff all hates them because they're being a dick on top of being in the ER for the common cold, and then no one is happy. It's a never ending battle, and I am so ready for flu season to be over because right now I hate people and I hate all ER patients and I'm so sick of them that I transition from nice nurse to cynical bastard within the first ten minutes of my shift. All I want is to take care of a real sick patient instead of the BS stuff but we're so understaffed that when I'm in the Cardiac (read: sick) station, I can't keep up because I've got three ICU holds in addition to my other couple of patients.
It's enough to wear anyone down, seriously.
So last night I was working up a near-syncope patient brought in by her daughter. The critical-thinking side of me was doing the usual 'what could this be?' rundown, but the cynical side of me was thinking that it was probably bullshit. And then I looked down at the EKG as it was printing, and noticed big fat elevations in II, III, and aVF. That in addition to the simultaneous dinging of the heart monitor because her HR dropped to 32 woke me right up. I called a doc to come sign up for her, we activated the STEMI team, started some more IVs, gave some meds, did compressions for a hot second when she arrested, and thirty one minutes later deposited her on the cath lab table.
I had the patient for a total of thirty seven minutes. This morning I stopped by her ICU room to see how she was doing. Still sedated after emergency bypass surgery, but alive and expected to make a full recovery.
That, people, is why I am a nurse. It's just enough encouragement to help me wade through the mountains of minor complaints and verbal abuse just a little longer. Hopefully I too will make a full burnout recovery and resume both the compassion and the blogging.