I walked into the E.R. this morning to 2 patients in holding rooms. One was a guy who downed an overdose of pills prior to entering the E.D. Apparently, he walked in to find his girl-friend banging his room mate. He was being a dick when I got here, refusing an EKG of all things. So benign.
I had to read him the riot act within 3 minutes of starting my shift because shit needed to be done. One of the meds he took had his heart all stressed out and it needs to be monitored. Anyway, he consented. Such is life.
The second guy was trussed up in 4-point restraints. That means he had locked, leather cuffs on his wrists and ankles. He's a sex offender with a history of A/B on a police officer - wonderful specimen of society, eh? Apparently, he came in manic and took a bunch of meds while here to knock him down a few notches.
I took him out of restraints because he was sleeping - damn fool.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment