I get lots of things in the ER blamed on me. I get blamed for not having the patient in the room for the consultant. I get blamed for the lab being slow. I get blamed for not calling a doctor sooner, you name it.However, I draw the line when some dirty looking, odouriforous young man is cursing me out with “This is fucking BULLSHIT! Why can’t you get the fucking IV!!!” when my colleague and I are having trouble getting an IV into his IV drug abusing, prostitute girlfriend. Excuse me, but is it my fault that your 40+ year old looking 22 y/o girlfriend with rotting teeth and scarred, thrombosed veins decided to shoot up heroin for years before she fell off a second storey deck? No, it is not. Now shut up and get out of the room before I stick this 20g angiocath in your neck. (I felt like saying that in a Dinero voice)
He’s the guy who probably put all the scars there. Maybe you should dare him to do it. ;-)
It’s “My colleague and I”, you are working too hard … I hope you have some sweet winter vacations saved up
You are right on both counts LS. The change was made and the vacation is in the planning stages!
I have to thank an IV drug abuser in the midst of heroin withdrawal for giving me my first opportunity to place an external jugular line. I also have her to thank for the bilious emesis on my white coat.
A lost opportunity to bounce someone from the ER. Tragic.
I was attempting a blood draw on an IV drug user and having no luck. As I was about to try for the third he grabbed the needle from my hand then stuck himself. For some reason he was able to get the first try. Scared the shit out of me when he took the needle from me though.