| Sep. 3rd, 2008 @ 04:33 pm Complete Meltdown In Progress |
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Current Location: Home
Current Music: Pantera- 5 Minutes Alone
So what the fuck?
Instead of being able to go to the hospital, pick up my patient information and then go home to do paperwork for roughly 2 hours, I went today (after waiting anxiously after I got home from school to assure there would actually BE a client) and find out I don't have a patient in my room. Now, normally, this would be no big deal for a couple reasons:
1) We are usually assigned patients that our instructor hand-picks the night before, so it's basically gauranteed that they will be there at least to get your information the night before. Regardless if they are discharged during the night.
2) In the event that our previously assigned patient is discharged prior to our arrival, leaving us with a totally new patient that we have no information on, then we merely take a few moments to review their meds and a few other things and continue on our day without doing a whole new set of paperwork.
3) Now here's where shit gets fucked. In this class, specifically this instructor (because no other instructor assigns patients this way), we are assigned by room number. We can choose to either come and get our patient information the day before or the morning of clinical. Now, this would seem fine and dandy, but regardless of what you choose, you MUST have your paperwork completed by the beginning of clinical- 0645 AM.
4) So, say you decide to get your information the night before. This is completely understandable because we are already pulling a clinical day of 10 hours to begin with and you'd rather not get get to clinical at 0500 or so just so you can finish something you could have done yesterday and actually had time to complete it without freaking out about whether or not you're going to get it done. So, like I said, you go the night before, get all your information, then spend 2 hours writing out the patient's medical history, a complete work-up on labs, a nursing care plan, and then writing out every detail about every single medication they are on (I've had up to 26 meds). Then you arrive then next morning on time, 0630 or so for good measure, and "Oh look! You're patient has been discharged!". So you just wasted hours driving to the hospital, copying patient info there, then transcribing and elaborating at home for nothing.
So, fuck that. Now I get to have a total meltdown because all this shit is insane.
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