Sanity is madness put to good use. - George Santayana
It looks like Nurse Adams misplaced her unit keys again. Psychiatric nurses flip out when they can’t find their keys. It’s not a good thing. A patient could find them and escape off of the unit. Then come the incident reports. Do I need to say more?
I learned my first lesson about unit keys when I cared for an old retired army nurse. She was a patient at a VA hospital. My patient had worked as a psychiatric nurse in a military hospital during World War II, and I was there when she was admitted onto our unit. I don’t remember her diagnosis, but I think that she may have had Alzheimer’s disease. Her first day on the unit didn’t go so well. She looked panicked, and she kept patting her pockets. She scurried around the unit and fought back tears as she tugged at the unit doors. She said that she was making sure that they were locked. I was a novice psychiatric nurse back then, and I didn’t know what was going. A veteran psychiatric nurses clued me in. My patient thought that she was working on the unit and she couldn’t find her keys.
The next day one of our orderlies brought in a key ring filled with old keys. He walked up to the patient and asked, her, “Are you looking for your keys?” She grabbed them and held them near her heart. She was at peace.
Note to self: Sometimes it’s the simple things that patients need most.
Elaine
November 22nd, 2008 at 4:25 am
Now that was a lovely, caring gesture. Caring at its best.
Nurse K
November 22nd, 2008 at 11:15 am
When I was an aide at the NH Alzheimer’s unit, there was a fmr. LPN there and she always thought she was on the job too. She kept asking which patients needed to be ambulated and tried to feed people random stuff at lunch. She was a wandering Alzheimeur (not debilitated), so I just let her walk next to me while I ambulated people and made sure to thank her for helping. No biggie.
Nurse_PhD
November 22nd, 2008 at 2:03 pm
That is what I call brilliant nursing!
Love the blog, BTW.
Healthcare Today
November 22nd, 2008 at 2:38 pm
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Wonderful story from Mother Jones, R.N….
K_Nurse
November 23rd, 2008 at 2:27 am
I’ve worked inpatient psych for only two years, so I can relate to the newbie part. Thanks for allowing us some of your insight and wisdom. Much appreciated!
tammy swofford
November 23rd, 2008 at 8:40 pm
Let me see…. I worked with the “fire goddess”. She went around the unit stamping out small imaginary fires on the floor. They we had the patient who told everyone, “You can call me pickle or you can call me God.” Not sure what that was all about. We had a man brought in on bench warrant who was mad as a hatter. Kept coming to the desk and complaining about black mold in his shower, we were trying to poison him. Geriatric psych is sad. At times it is just a place for a doctor to stash a neglected geriatric who has used up all other means of care with their medicare dollars. So they get a psych diagnosis and spend a few days with the nurses, get a few good baths, meals, meds adjusted etc.
Tammy
Strong One
November 24th, 2008 at 9:45 pm
Strong work MJ… It proves that we need to have a heart to heal a heart.
Great story.
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