As vital as they are, hospitals are not exactly pleasant places to be and even less “fun” to work at. It can be pretty illuminating to hear from the professionals who have worked in one sharing the various things they’ve seen and done in the pursuit of saving human lives.
Someone asked “Nurses: What's your worst work-related story?” and folks in the medical field shared their experiences. So get comfortable as you read through, prepare to see some true horror stories, upvote your favorites and be sure to comment your thoughts and personal stories below.
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Lab guy here. Responded to assist in the ER when a 5–6-year-old boy was pulled from the irrigation canal he was swimming in during our first heat wave of the summer. Was unobserved and suspected of being under for a total of 7–9 minutes, completely blue and unresponsive to stimuli.
We worked on that kid for about 4 hours and finally got a weak pulse. I kept him on the monitor for the remainder of my shift, and he also got fluids, warming blankets, and oxygen. I left for the night before I knew the final disposition. He came in 2 weeks later with his family, running up and down the hallway, everyone getting big hugs and gratitude for helping to save his life. I am thankful I got to be part of that miracle. I'm pretty secluded back in my department and away from direct patient care, so I know it's serious if I get called down to assist.
Are we not brain dead after 3 or more minutes with no oxygen to the brain? Or am I wrong? After more than 7 minutes without oxygen I say that is a miracle. Especially if it is true we become brain damaged or brain dead after 3 minutes no oxygen.
There is a much better chance of survival with limited brain damage when it is a kid who drowned and the water was cold enough. Kid's brains develop fast at that age, which also means that rehabilitation will have a much better outcome (non-damaged parts may take over function from damaged parts.) And the cold will preserve the brain-cells, while also slowing down the body so it needs less oxygen to survive, giving them a longer time to be revived without real damage. There may be some brain damage anyway, but a kid that is a bit more slow and needs to sleep a bit more is soooo much better than a grave, that it's worth the effort. I remember being told that in icy water, oxygen-deprived for up to 15 minutes can be survivable, especially for children.
Load More Replies...From somebody that used to work as a lab guy that used to assist in the ER. That means he came and drew blood and them hung around watching for 4 hours. There would be definite liability issues having someone from lab to come assist. They are not directly involved in patient care, which he alluded to. Not sure why he said "we worked on him for 4 hours". The nurses, doctors, and perhaps respiratory therapists worked on him. Great story, but there are holes.
Amazing that kid lived, God didn't want him back yet and he had a help from you guys!
Lady with sores and foul smelling discharge coming from her vagina. We spent days trying to figure out what had happened, labs sent, no infections, swabs clear.. it was an enigma.
Until I caught her douching her vagina with bleach. She thought that’s how you kept it clean.
Sex education is important guys!
How does many people come up with the idea that the parts "down there" are dirty and have to be cleaned as vicious as possible?
Because of people making us think our normal body odor is disgusting. When in fact it is not. Our smell does not stink if we are taking care of our hygiene like we should. We are made to think perfume and deodorant are normal and natural. When in fact it is not. It's actually frustrating and sad how we are made to think so badly of our bodies and our own natural smell. Be it hair or our aroma is what I like to call it. There is nothing abnormal or bad about it.
Load More Replies...One of our former presidents suggested people inject bleach to prevent illness. The stupid trickles down.
Reminiscent of Lysol advertisements years ago only to a larger degree. Very sad.
With bleach... Wow. And she was able to do it more than once. She has crazy level of pain tolerance.
Dam, was she trying to burn it out of her??? I wonder how long it took to get everything cleared up.
Don't douche at all! Don't buy into some capitalist company's propaganda that your body is foul. From the Office of Women's Health (gov): Doctors recommend that you do not douche. Douching can lead to many health problems, including problems getting pregnant. Douching is also linked to vaginal infections and sexually transmitted infections (STIs).
Labor nurse here! 36 year old female patient who had been diagnosed with stage 4 ovarian cancer in her 8th week of pregnancy. Her and her husband had been trying for a baby for 10 years. Was advised to terminate the pregnancy to pursue aggressive treatment, of course she refused. Was induced at 32 weeks and her entire abdomen was overcome with malignant tumors by this time. The cancer had also spread to her lungs and bones. Baby was born, sent to NICU and mom was sent home on hospice. She died 3 weeks later. Baby is doing fine today and just turned a year old.
I'll never understand woman/parents choosing unborn life over the mother's life. Obviously, I never was in that situation and I hope that I'll never be. But to me it seems so selfish and stupid. As cruel as it may sound, the foetus still has no memories, no people except of parents (maaaybe siblings or grandparents, but at that point I doubt it) who feel connected to it. The mother has partner, parents, friends, other childrens, intricate life situation where her death will really affect many other lives. Choosing the life of an unborn child over so many other lives mother's death will affect is just impossible to comprehend for me.
This is why freedom of choice is so important. You don't have to agree with it and you also don't ever have to choose a fetus over your own life. I can totally understand and comprehend why she did it. She could have very well died regardless and it is not for me or you to judge her or anyone else when it comes to the choices they make with their own bodies. Be it abortion or this woman making the choice to do what she did. When it comes to these situations and choices, it's not really for you, me, or anyone else to understand or comprehend to be honest. It has absolutely nothing to do with us. That is what I understand completely. I just wish more people did.
Load More Replies...I have seen both. Those who terminates their pregnancy due to cancer and those who doesn't... You just can't make that decision unless you are in it!!! As a health professionel... we can only support.. That is why, as somebody else wrote, your body is your body! 180%. Nobody else decide over your body!!!
There are some truly nasty comments on this post which I find shocking given the subject. Some of you need to learn to empathise and keep your insults to yourself @Steve.
I would give my own life for my child's; wouldn't even need to think about it. Being a mom and protecting your baby is a visceral reaction. As they say, a mother's love is a force of nature.
I get it, but some people believe the morally correct option is prioritizing the fully sentient adult over the barely sentient child's. There's many different opinions, which is why everyone should make their own choice.
Load More Replies...Anyone who has ever had to struggle to have children due to PCOS or other infertility struggles would understand you would do ANYTHING to have a give life to a child. Even if this meant giving your own. Alot of people can get pregnant everyday and then there's us that struggle to have one. I get why mom would have her baby. Her one wish cane true. 😇
This mother showed the greatest love possible for her child. She gave her child life and selflessly gave her own life as well for the life of her child. Today, many people are selfish and only think of themselves over the life of an innocent unborn baby. May all women come to emulate this mother's love for her child.
Had a nice older gentleman patient who was tachycardic, but all his labs were normal. He seemed like he took fairly good care of himself, was a little disheveled but he dressed nice and had nice shoes. We initially couldn't find anything wrong with him, but he had a peculiar odor to him that seasoned nurses would get suspicious of. I asked him if he had any infections on his body that he knew of, and he said "no", but I wanted to do a thorough check, so we took off all his clothes, and he was fine, until I got down to his feet.
He was wearing an old pair of socks, and as I peeled them down, literally the skin around his foot came off with the sock. I was essentially degloving his foot. It was so vile, I couldn't even get down more than a couple inches. It was raw flesh under those socks. The wound odor was so strong, I knew then that his feet were the source. He probably hadn't changed his socks in several months. He ended up being admitted and given lots of antibiotics and wound care.
The memory of pulling down his socks will haunt me forever.
I wonder why he never changed those socks? I guess he wasn't bathing either?
given his age, perhaps he couldn't bend down easily to change his socks. Or dementia.
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OMG. I can't even imagine. The visual in my mind is scary enough and then the thought of what it smelled like on top of it is pretty gnarly as well.
I've seen this in a few patients. Patients that for whatever reason stop moving, so they just live in a chair, using a bucket as a toilet and being fed by someone else while never leaving the chair. Ultimately their health declines so much that they come to us, and by that time their feet and lower legs have turned into something that should not be attached to a living human being. Very funky smell.
His bloods would not have been normal if his infection was that bad. I smell BS
ER RN here. This, so far, is the only death I've experienced from work that I've lost a significant amount of sleep over. 24 year old male walks, again walks, into the ER with complaints of flu-like symptoms for the past 3 days. He had decided to come in that day because he started to develop a "rash" throughout his body that he was unfamiliar with. Sadly this rash was actually the result of a failed battle with bacterial meningitis, causing him to bleed internally and externally. By the time we got him back into the ER, he started crying blood and the terror in his eyes was palpable. He went downhill fast. His lucidity diminished with his blood pressure and the last thing he said before succumbing to pulse less V-tach was something about his mother that we could not make out. You could see his consciousness fade from his eyes as we started compressions. The code lasted close to an hour. At first we could still keep his oxygen levels up with mechanical ventilation, defibrillation, and medication, but blood was filling his airways faster than it could be suctioned out. He was bleeding to fast for any medications or fluids to keep his blood pressure up. He died soaked in blood and nearly unrecognizable due to his now almost uniformly purple skin and swollen face. We later found out that he was studying neurobiology, had a devoted girlfriend that was for all intense and purposes a fiancee, a large family, and many friends. He was an athlete who lived healthy. He had beautiful curly hair. This made the death tragic in a way that you just don't experience when a 80+ year old dies. It made the unanswered pleads to God for help that had been sent echoing around the room by his family all the more bitter. I helped drag and push him into a body bag.
Meningitis is brutal. My dad lost a little sister to bacterial meningitis back in the 1950s. She got sick on Friday and was dead by Monday.
I have been there. Mine was a34 yo man, complaining of a headache. He was admitted to us with a BP 200/130-140. He died 2 hours later . I cried the rest of my shift. I still remember it as if it just happened.
This is how my best friend died when we were teenagers. I'd known her since birth and we were like sisters. It took 15 hours from feeling a bit rough to dying. She also was bleeding from everywhere, including her eyes and died purple and swollen like she'd been beaten up. I'll never get over it. It was 31 years ago and I miss her like it was yesterday. No one should die like that, it's beyond brutal 🥺
I genuinely don't understand why anyone would still believe in and plead to God when this is happening. Like do you think he's not aware that you don't want this to happen, and you have to explicitly ask him to make it stop? Why do you think he would allow or cause this to happen to you? It blows my mind how anyone can think like this.
I once worked as a security guard at a hospital. We had this very old man turn up at the emergency room in an equally old pickup truck driven by what looked like a 12-year-old. The old man opened his door, stepped out, and stood up.
There were V-shaped cuts in his jeans that were absolutely blood-soaked from the knees down. He asked for a wheelchair. I ran and got him one. As he was sitting down, he explained that he was working on his lawn mower, and it had started somehow and fell across his knees. He said he needed his kneecaps 'put back in,' reached into his pants pocket, and showed them to me. Darndest thing I've ever seen!
"Hi, my kneecaps kinda fell out, could you put 'em back in please?"
So, so many to choose from. I’m gonna go with the homeless guy that came to our hospital with an abdominal abscess (basically a hole in his abdomen). We were trying to clean his wound and assess the damage, and when we reached inside his wound, we started finding money. He nonchalantly stated that he kept his money tucked in there, to protect it from being stolen.
Yes, and a gruesome yet genius solution if the money was in a plastic bag in the wound. Although I strongly suspect that the cash was sans plastic bag.
Load More Replies...I hate being blåse about this but technically he was right as no one is going to look there for money 😮 Poor guy must have had some serious issues to believe this was a good idea 😔
Did a short stint in mental health. Had an 18ish year old come in. Had been found in the fetal position covered in s**t and naked in her bedroom by police. She'd basically been locked in there by her parents for years (most of her life). She kept asking for her mum cause she didn't know how to do anything. Her mother was still trying to control her from prison.
I know it’s beyond horrific. Read about the Turpin family as well. The parents chained up their kids and wouldn’t let them go to the bathroom so they’d have to lay in their own feces. I’m glad that the kids got rescued after one of the daughter’s escaped
Load More Replies...The more of these things I read, the more grateful I am that some people still actually want to be police or medical front line workers. May God bless every one of you.
Yes. Thank you medical pandas ❤️ Edit for grammar.
Load More Replies...Yep. A situation like this would honestly be the ONE time I'd use a derogatory term like "breeder" in regards to the mother - because that's all she did in regards to literal/proper "parenting" - gestated and birthed the offspring.
Load More Replies...Unfortunately, this happens more than you would think. Seems like every day I read about something like this. Why do people have children then turn around and do this?
I know they won't give the parents the death penalty or life in prison, but it better be at least the 18 years they stole from their daughter, then there should be a NO contact order of any kind or back to prison for life. I would LOVE to see the H. Angels at the gates when/if they do get out of prison.
Child abusers don't do well in prison. And inmates get to watch the news. They'll be waiting for mom when she arrives.
Load More Replies...How do folks get so damaged that they can do this to their own child? I'll bet the mother had an extremely abusive & horrendous childhood.
My father worked in ER at the beginning of his nursing career, and he said one of the hardest things he had experienced was a young man who shot himself in the face, but he was still alive.
All that was left was the back of his neck/bottom part of his skull. The man died a short time later, but could you imagine seeing something like that?
God bless nurses, they truly deal with so much.
It's pretty horrible but all I could imagine was that one chicken who lived after getting its head chopped off
I had coworker whose 20-something son shot himself in the face with a shotgun. He lived. The wounds were, of course, catastrophic. There were days his mother admitted she wasn't sure surviving like that was the better thing.
OMG, I was in ran outpatient rehab facility with an armed forces gentleman who tried to commit suicide. He only had a hole where his nose used to be and his mouth was just a tiny circle that had been surgically repaired. He said he had 12 more surgeries to undergo.
There was a guy where I live who killed his wife and then put the shotgun under his chin and pulled the trigger. He lost his bottom jaw, top jaw and nose. He lived. Sentenced to life in prison. This was back in the 70's, I doubt he is still alive.
One of the first viral image of the internet was of a fat bald guy in what it looked to be an er admission, with pressure monitor and holding up on his elbows over a stretcher, with all of his mouth exploded from inside. The dork lost a bet and almost half of his face and the ability to eat in a while, to hold what it did look to be a huge firework in his mouth the longest.
I'm so sorry for the people who found him and the nurses when he was admitted... That's truly horrific.......... I am trying to understand, for lack of a better word, exactly how he was still alive without his brain? Was there still some tiny part of his brain left? That's what was keeping him alive?
And so the courier who has cheated death outside of Good springs cheated death again, and changed the Mojave.
We had a guy come into the ER from a nursing home. According to report, he asked the staff for a glass of water. When he didn't receive it quickly enough, his rational response was to start eating his fingers. By the time he got to us he had eaten all 10 of his fingertips away. Bone was definitely visible. There was still flesh stuck in his teeth and on his sheets. That's a sight I won't forget anytime soon.
I have PICA, It is better now but I went through a period where would "try" to eat myself, I actually lost my left pinky finger to it, it happens fast and you barely know it's happening and there is no pain for that moment
His rational response was to eat his fingers? I'm really hoping that's a mistake. Because that is not a rational response at all. That is an irrational response.
A man was discharged from a mental health facility a few days prior. He went home and built a gun in his garage out of pipes. He proceeded to shoot himself in the chest. His wife called EMS. He was talking when he came into the ED. He asked for water because he was thirsty. This is usually the first sign someone isn't going to make it. The CT scan showed there was a bullet in the heart. He was rushed into my OR.
The trauma surgeon split the ribs and was feeling around for where the bullet went. Meanwhile, the front desk is trying to get ahold of the cardiovascular surgeon on call. He's out of town and says to call one of his partners. The first partner is also out of town, the second and third are both an hour away at other hospitals.
The trauma surgeon finds a hole in the left ventricle. I am able to get ahold of another surgeon who isn't on call but is 20 minutes away. He says the patient needs to get on bypass if there's any chance, but he'll probably end up dying anyway. Anesthesia is on a massive transfusion protocol, but his vitals are not improving. The surgeon opens the pericardium and it sounds like a water balloon hitting the pavement. In an instant, a liter of crimson colored blood pours out of the drapes and onto the floor. Anesthesia calls out there's no pulse. Another liter and a half pour from the drapes. We now know where all the blood went.
The next 2 hours include filling out paperwork and calling the medical examiner. I have to speak to the widow and his mother about signing the forms for the ME. His death will have to be investigated by the county. I still have to get the meat wagon from the morgue and put him on ice. My shift ended three hours prior, but it's my death in my OR so I'm responsible for all the details and paperwork.
This one isn't as emotionally tough as the 12 year old who crashed a side by side on a co-worker's property. He was declared brain dead the next morning. The staff lined the halls for an honor walk as his bed rolled by to the OR for an organ procurement. As the father of two young boys myself, I broke down and cried as the mother said goodbye. She adjusted his blanket to keep him warm and kept telling him, "it'll be ok. I'll see you later. It'll be ok.".
Side-by-side: ATV/offroad vehicle. IMO a 12-year-old kid should NOT have been driving one, even if it was legal to do so.
Study if you can afford to do so and pass. You never know, in years to come in living your dream you'll contribute to others being able to live theirs.
Load More Replies...The reduced volume of circulating blood caused by significant blood loss triggers a thirst response. It’s a way to increase blood volume again by making you take in fluids.
Load More Replies...Sterile pads placed around a surgical area.. All the boys blood...well, you all know the rest. Crying over these.
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Doc not nurse.
Probably resuscitation efforts on a 20 year old who died of diabetes. All I could think about was that he had clearly just got a haircut for the new term at uni as I broke all his ribs.
The other was another diabetic chap (64years old) who’d already lost one leg and had been putting off amputation of the other. He came in profoundly unwell with a white cold dead foot. I spent 10 hours overnight trying to stabilise him for transfer to a hospital where they could amputate it. I couldn’t, he was too unwell. I asked him multiple times to let me call a friend (no family) for him, but he declined. Intensive care declined to take him. In the morning we told him we weren’t going to be able to do anything for him, and he kept saying “so then what next?”. The conversation was excruciating. He wasn’t getting it. Eventually the consultant said “you’re going to slip away”, the patient said “I’m going to die?!” And the fear in his eyes made me want to vomit. He then quietly asked me to call his friend. He died 5 hours later.
Happy story: 98 yo man comes in with terrible heart rhythm (VT) and dropping blood pressure. Had a DNAR and daughter said he wouldn’t want to have cardioversion (electric shock paddles thing you’ll have seen on tv). He’s conscious and awake. I am giving him a medicine that might work, might not. I ask him what he needs, and he looks at me with a single tear coming from his eye and says “I know I’m dying” in that case, I say, what do you need? He wanted a sip of beer. This is at 4 am. We managed to get him his beverage. He took a sip, closed his eyes, and his heart went back into sinus rhythm and he was saved.
Homer Simpson said it best, alcohol is the cause of and solution to all of life's problems.
Load More Replies...I hope the second diabetic man's friend was able to make it to be at his side in time before he died. I was at my dad's side as he died, holding his hand, and while it was incredibly traumatic, it's something I wouldn't trade for the world. I'd do it again if I had to do it all over.
Not a nurse but a nursing assistant. I was pulled to the ER one night to help with a patient being brought in by ambulance. We’re a small hospital with only one ER nurse. Anyway, we knew this patient was going to be a mess after hearing from the medics that she had been on her floor for weeks. Her husband (who didn’t live with her) had been bringing her food but otherwise left her laying there. The medics had to literally scrape her off the floor with the help of a shovel. She was a rather large lady, and you can’t imagine the sores on her backside from laying there in her own filth for a month. We of course started cleaning her up right away, and it shocked me all the trash I pulled out of her folds. She even had a pop bottle lid in one fold that had carved a wound in her skin.
I would hope that her so called "husband" was charged with negligence for that.
Most of the time people like her refuse to accept they have a problem and absolutely refuse to let anyone help them beyond bringing them more food.
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A Royal Marine, not long back from Belize, came into Casualty at the hospital I work at. He had a 'cyst' swollen on the back of his neck. The guy was in agony. 3 local anaesthetic injections later, the doc attempted to lance the thing and it moved. He peeled off the top layer of skin to reveal a massive larvae wriggling underneath. About the size of a 50p. It popped out without any problems and was huge when it was unravelled. The hole in the marines neck was clean, amazingly. Great example of a host.
I don't know the english word, but I think of "Dasselfliege" (german), the latin name is Dermatobia hominis.
There are some treatments where they use certain larvea to clean out wounds. They will only eat dead flesh and leave living flesh alone. Possibly this kind?
They use plain maggots for that. This was the larvae of a Bot fly that is known to lay eggs on humans so their larvae can have a host to burrow into.
Load More Replies...Posting one more that I just remembered: 20 year old patient in for a motorcycle accident sans helmet. Kid "survived" but was never going to be NOT a vegetable living off of 15 different tubes ever again; he literally lost too much brain tissue. That kinda stuff is par for the course in a level 1trauma center. What was hard was watching his parents stay in his room in shifts, documenting every little twitch and spasm and reporting it to us as a sign that he was "waking up", only to have to be gently told (after assessing of course) that it's just spasms with no conscious thought. They would also happily keep telling us about the welcome home party they had planned for him, and making jokes that they're never letting him buy a bike again. One day they started visiting less and less, and eventually stopped coming at all. Finally, they made him a dnr. He was their only child.
I crashed my bicycle (goddamn neglected bike paths) and bashed my head badly enough that I got a concussion, and that was WITH a helmet and "only" a bicycle. I dread to think what might have happened to me otherwise. WEAR A DAMN HELMET.
I was working at a convenience store when a guy on a motorcycle came speeding up to our intersection, lost control, and went over the handlebars, landing on his head after going over a hundred miles per hour, without a helmet, naturally. The EMT guys said there was nothing wrong with him below his shoulders, but there was nothing at all above his shoulders but a big mess.
Former rider. Promoter of helmets. But, helmets aren't designed to perform miracles. This story is similar to my comment in #17, which was also about a helmeted rider. Only this one's about my brother. He's on his motorcycle, wearing a helmet, following a van. Van pulls to the right shoulder, so my brother is gearing up to pass on the left. Suddenly, the van makes a U-turn from the shoulder, and my brother flies into the side. Significant brain damage. He wasn't the brightest bulb to begin with and even less so after the accident.
Moat people think of a DNR as refusing heroic measures. Its far worse. It's a cut off of everything a patient cannot or will not do for themselves. That includes food and water. Don't ask me how I know that
They weren't joking. They were desperately clinging to hope and lying to themselves. It's what my family did for 21 years after my dad fell off of a ladder and sustained a catastrophic brain injury. I hope you never have to experience that kind of agony, especially if you think the parents "sound AWFUL" for "joking" about their son's situation. They weren't joking, they were dying of agony inside and could not accept that their son was already gone. Have some effing empathy and understanding.
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The worst smelling thing was a homeless man who came in with what looked like moon boots on his feet except they were surgical boots that he placed foam around and duck tape. They hadn't been removed for about 3 months. He was also diabetic and had ulcers on his feet. We had to cut them off to be able to see what was happening. The smell permeated the entire emergency room. To top it off maggots were just falling off his feet and wiggling on the ground. He was yelling down the hall and rude to everyone but me and would only let me take care of him. He ended up refusing care and insisted that we tape his shoes back on and let him leave. Management finally said we could and we sent him off.
Saddest stories are the kids. 6 year old shot by a drive by and was being coded by the time she arrived. She didn't make it and hearing the mother hear the news and screaming from down the hall will stick with me forever.
Happy story a teenage was out drinking with friends and they accidentally ran him over. We thought he had no brain activity and was going to be a donor. (He was transferred from another hospital.) We run some tests and he is able to squeeze fingers and respond some. He went to surgery and then ICU and was discharged a week later and his mom found me one day before he left and I was so relieved for the family.
The story about the little girl, just horrible. Not long ago in the city I live in ('Murica, of course!) a 15 year old boy was shot and k¡lled while waiting for the bus, less than a mile from where I live. Just some rando with a gun driving by. 'Murica, y'all! 🙃
Either we live in the same city or the exact same thing happened in my city. Unfortunately, probably the latter.
Load More Replies...I think if I lived in a city and had children I would move out of there. Too many shootings.
I hope the people who did the drive by and shot that poor little girl go to prison for the rest of their lives, and rãped and beat the entire time in their, scum of the earth, I hope they suffer a fate worse than death
Not mine but my mom was a night shift ER nurse before I was born and this is what she told me was one of her worst (but in a long and convoluted way, best) nights.
So one night they bring in this dude on something, they don't know what exactly but he's going buckwild. They leave him restrained and alone in one area of the hospital to work the d**g out and hopefully be manageable by dawn. Eventually my mom goes on a break to eat because it'd been a slow night and she was hungry. She got her food out of the break room in the area of the hospital the previously mentioned d**g guy was and eats in there.
Eventually she smells something burning, goes outside to check on what it is, turns out m**********r had a lighter he wiggled out of his pocket and began to burn off the restraints. She knows she can't stop him at this point so she runs to the doors to alert security. In some twisted horror movie series of events, the doors are locked up but she sees someone at a desk on the other side. Too late, d**g man's now freed himself and is going to start chasing my mom.
She out runs him and manages to bang on the door once she makes a lap around the area. Not enough time to get helped this lap, she runs off again still being pursued by the maniac she's locked up with. Third times the charm, she's far enough ahead of him and the doors are unlocked and ready for her. By this point the cops have already arrived and two officers go through the doors to restrain him and take him in, the third talks to her and comforts her.
That officer was the man she later marries and has a child with. Eventually she also later divorces him but still considered it a great night because it lead to the existence of her child, me!
Tl;dr- Mom got chased around a hospital wing by a [addict] and when the cops showed up she met the man who became my dad.
Uh, didn't the ER doctor try to at least ATTEMPT to find out what the guy had in his system, since, you know, ODs happen all the time? Why tf did they just strap him down and wheel him off ALONE to some other area of the hospital? I'm not saying Drüg Bro is a victim here (I have struggled with drügs/substance abuse myself; no one forced me to do them) but like... he could have just straight-up died and no one would have found his corpse until the morning, apparently...? That seems pretty cold-blooded to do, even to someone who is clearly tweaking on something.
My daughter works in the mental health field, and at least in our state it is illegal to restrain someone and leave them alone. Imagine if the nurse didn't smell the straps being burned off! This could of been so much worse.
Load More Replies...Not a nurse but a medical assistant. Was my first day on the job at an urgent care and was asked to assist with an abscess drainage. I said sure. Walk into the room, the patient is laying on the bed with her legs in stirrups. NBD, just assumed the abscess was on her inner thigh maybe. WRONG! She had TWO (2) abscesses, one on each side of her labia, each about the size of dates. So the doctor cuts into the first one. Now usually with abscesses, you cut it open and blood and pus drains out. This one though.....She cut it open and a green fluid the consistency of molasses started to leak out. The smell was so terrible, but I could not react as the patient could see my face and I did not want to embarrass her any more so than she already was having vaginal abscesses drained and all. When the draining slowed down, the doctor literally started pulling on it, basically roping it out of the wound. After packing the drained abscesses I had to bandage her up. After the patient left I was congratulated by my coworkers for keeping composure, especially for it having been the first procedure on my first day! I loved that job and miss it every day, I don’t really miss the craziness, that made my job interesting and fun.
It's great to hear the person write with compassion. I know its a rough job but a few of these a kinda mean to people who are already suffering.
I don't know how medicos (and orderlies, cleanup crews, and all the wonderful workers at the hospitals) put up with the smells and sights they see. Thank you all.
Could be an infection by pseudomonas. The green color isn't from the bacteria or its by-products, but from an antibacterial protein called myeloperoxidase that is produced by the white blood cells attempting to fight the infection.
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When I was a junior neurosurgery resident, I was called to the ED for a 30-ish-year-old male who ran his motorcycle head-first into a telephone pole while intoxicated. No helmet.
His face was smashed beyond recognition. (I have no idea how the medics got him intubated in the field.) But when I saw him in the trauma bay, he had a frontal open skull fracture down to his orbit. We took him to the OR right away to decompress him. After 2 cranial operations and 3 months in the hospital, he went home.
Paramedic here...to be blunt, in the field they likely looked for where the bubbles were coming from and put the tube there. That is what we usually do in situations like this. Sometimes, we get lucky, and it works to secure the airway.
And I hope he never rode a motorcycle again! Seriously it's so dangerous 😮💨 lost my lovely 21-year-old cousin to a dirt bike accident (and he was wearing a helmet and all the protective gear, had been riding since he was a child). He lost control and hit a tree head-on. His brother found him.
Friend was a volunteer firefighter who's unit was sent out on a horrific accident. SUV had pulled out in front of a speeding motorcyclist who ended up smashing into the side of his vehicle face first. My friend was just about to remove the guy's helmet when an experienced fighter yelled "No! That's his brain spilling out. He has to be transferred with the helmet on." BTW, the poor SOB driving the SUV didn't see him. A single headlamp at that speed was just a blur to him.
I was friends with a guy who was an ER nurse in a neighborhood with a lot of gang violence. One night, they get a gang member who was shot and in pretty bad shape, but still alive.
My friend left the room to go grab something, and when he came back, there was a guy dressed in a clown suit with a shotgun up his sleeve. As he raises his arm to shoot the gang member, security tackled the guy and arrested him.
Omg this one... What the actual? I apologise btw but my first thought was the film - "Joker"
Not me, but my grandmother used to work at the ER back in the sixties. She saw some horrible stuff, but the worst she's told me about was about a car mechanic. This was back when, instead of lifting the car up to weld the bottom of it, you just parked it over a 'hole in the ground.'
He'd been welding when the gas tube exploded. Since he's in a small hole with nowhere for the flames to go, they completely engulf him. The only reason for them bringing him to the ER was to have a doctor legally pronounce him dead. My grandmother saw his remains. He had been crouching down, shielding his face with his arms when it exploded. She could see his watch; it had melted into his flesh. Otherwise, it was all just like a coal statue of a man.
Jesus Christ that poor woman, and that poor man, being trapped in there as you burn, god
Had a patient who was self treating severe breast cancer. Her whole breasts had turned into pretty much septic ulcers/abscesses. She called for a nurse (lucky me) and said she thought she’d spilled something in her bed at lunchtime, it was a bit damp. When I looked I saw that one of her sores, probably the size of a grapefruit was oozing yellow goo and liquid. I gloved up to start cleaning her up and as I gently tried to reposition her breast with the abscess on it, it burst. Not sure where the pressure came from because I made sure I didn’t squeeze it so that exact thing didn’t happen, but it ended up all over my arms and neck.
Definitely the hardest I’ve ever tried to not show a reaction in front of a patient.
My aunt hated doctors (her daughter died of cancer). She lived with her adult sons because none of them could afford to live alone. She had been in bed for a few days and the sons were worried about her. They checked on her and noticed blood on her nightgown. She waved it away as "oh. I just scratched myself". They ignored her protests and carried her out of the house and took her to the hospital. Breast cancer. The tumor had burst. It had spread pretty much everywhere. The nurses rolled her over to change her sheets and broke her hip. She only lived a week after she got to the hospital. She was 58. She was determined she would never be "tortured" like her daughter was, so I guess she was OK with her decision.
Load More Replies...Best friends MIL wouldn't go for treatment because she thought the hospital would take her property because she only had a small social security check and couldn't pay. Pam and Mike kept telling her no she would qualify for charity care and not have to pay anything. It had eaten through her skin and she died from it a year or so later.
She probably didn't realise it was cancerous - breast cancer can appear to be a "sore". Clean it, dress it, antibiotic cream. Repeat until healed. Except, of course, it doesn't.
Load More Replies... I’m not a Nurse, but I am an X-Ray tech, and to parrot a lot of what most of the other horror stories are, is the families reaction to lost loved ones.
There was a freak accident last summer where a teenage boy drowned in water. He was dead before he arrived and they could not bring him back/get his heart beating again. I was standing by with my machine outside the room waiting to go in when the doctor told the Mom and a sibling that he was dead and that there was nothing they could do. The Mother basically let out an uncontrollable screech until all the air in her lungs were gone, curled over, vomited, and collapsed to the ground and passed out for a brief moment.. True heart break is what is the worst. I’ve seen a lot of people break down and that’s what gets to me the most. Of course it is sad when someone dies, but when it’s an 80+ year old that has been battling cancer or some other disease, it’s different. When it’s an unexpected loss and heart break, it’s very intense and disturbing. It’s something that no dramatic movie has ever even come close to creating in comparison to the real thing.
here's what I think: when you're eighty and battling cancer, and you pass away, what your soul will feel is mostly relief. And it's a bit of a "well, he/she had a good run" situation. I'm really sorry if this sounds inconsiderate, i haven't lost anyone (except one goodboi) so i don't know.
My grandmother died at 92 after a massive stroke, I was sad and I miss her still, but she was in pain and distress, she had already said she was ready to go. And yes, there was relief.
Load More Replies...When an elderly relative died at 91, a friend actually did console me with a thought: "It's sad, but it's not tragic." She'd had a good life, lived way beyond what she'd hoped for and had said her goodbyes.
This is so spot on, When you hear, in real life, someone wailing, or worse, at the death of a loved one, you realize how no movie you've ever seen comes close to that sound.
My grandad is 95 and while he can still enjoy a good day, he is looking forward to dying. It's been 8 years ago I think since grandma died, and he's getting shipped off to hospital multiple times a year from chest infections and falls. I can't even hug the old man properly because anything more than the lightest touch has his shoulders cracking like knuckles.
I think it being expected does make it easier. I think it's why my family handled two of my brothers dying fairly well. We knew since they were babies that their life expectancy was low (though they each broke expectations multiple times) and both were on palliative care for years before they did die. With my older brother, on his last day we all gathered in the palliative care room and sang songs and told stories until it was time to take him off life support. My younger brother it was not as long a process. We didn't want him to have to go to hospital and be on life support, so when we struggled to keep his oxygen saturation above 50% or so, even on bi-pap or bag and mask, we once again gathered everyone and he died within a few hours.
I'm not a nurse but my grandmother was. She was an ER nurse and while working the night shift they had a guy come in on an ambulance after being in a serious motorcycle accident. He was holding his helmet by the plastic face guard and the EMTs couldn't pry it out of his hands. The guy was in such bad shape they didn't have time to waste so they brought him to the Emergency Room. When my grandmother and several other nurses tried to get the helmet away from him he bashed her in the face and knocked out 75% of her teeth. My grandmother had a full set of dentures from age 24 on.
My father lost his teeth in an accident in the 60s. I believe he was stationed in Germany with the British Army. One day he is in the back of an army truck just going along. Anyway, an Army Tank pulls out of the base right in front of them and the truck has to swerve to miss it. They crash into a tree and a branch came through the side and knocked all his teeth out. If it had been an inch closer it would have killed him.
Anything involving maggots. Unless we put them there on purpose.
Had a drive and dump that got admitted...lady of the night based on clothing choices...had roaches (just 3, but any is too many) crawling out of her nether region. God love my tech, she just stomped on them and made fun of me.
Got my arm stuck between a patients butt cheeks while inserting a fecal management system for c-diff management. I weighed in at about 115 at the time...he was 400+. He clenched and was screaming at me to get out of his a*s. Happened years ago and still gets brought up.
Had a patient who had a sacral decub that was HUGE. My head would have fit in the hole, no hyperbole. The dressing change was like trying to pull a deep dish extra cheese pizza off someone's caved in lower back, she had so much slough. She lived through that for months. Plus she was demented, deaf, blind, on dialysis, had AKAs to her hips, and had bilat amputations to her elbows. Constantly begged Jesus to let her die. Her daughter had POA and just wouldn't change the code status.
I agree. I watched my father die slowly over 21 years because of my mother's selfishness. He had an accident when I was 18 and sustained a catastrophic traumatic brain injury. He was bedridden, in diapers, had a tracheotomy, had to have a feeding tube inserted, the whole nine yards. He had watched his own mother die slowly of Alzheimer's and had stated clearly he did NOT want to be kept alive/resuscitated like that, but my mom ignored his wishes and kept him on life support until he didn't need the trach any more. We then took care of him at home and sometimes I saw in his eyes (in his more "there" moments) that he was aware of his situation and was deeply ashamed by it. Over the years he had several strokes and became near-vegetative. And then, when he was finally dying (double pneumonia plus staph) and in the hospice floor, my mother and sister bailed on him. I stayed and held his hand as he died. I plan on making an advance directive and DNR for myself.
Load More Replies...Looks like Sacral Decub is a pressure sore, AKA - Above Knee amputation an POA is Power of attorney - thank god for Google !!
That last one makes me shudder. We would euthanise an animal suffering like that. It's appalling that we still won't give human beings the same mercy.
I'm thankful my state in Australia has legalised euthanasia, but the hoops you have to jump through to get it approved are too restrictive in my opinion.
Load More Replies...What is c-diff management? Sacral decub? AKA? POA? I wish ppl would not use so many abbrvtns!
C-diff: aka clostridium difficile, the 0.01% of bacteria not killed by hand sanitizer, and it causes nasty diarrhea. Sacral decubitus ulcer: basically pressure building up on that spot so bad that the tissue dies (those are horrible, Google it if you're not easily nauseated) AKA: above knee amputation.
Load More Replies...Think of the area between your lower back and tailbone. Now imagine only sitting/laying down on that one spot, never moving, all day and all night. It first causes a pressure spot because of all the weight of the body sitting there, not moving, and no air can circulate. It doesn't get taken care of, still sitting/laying on that one spot. Keep repeating. Once the wound opens up, it becomes a decibitus ulcer, an open wound. If it's not taken care of, it can get wider, deeper, or both. I've seen them down to the bone on an elderly woman, and on both heels of an obese diabetic. The sad thing is that the elderly woman was in a nursing home with a sign over her bed saying "Rotate every 2 hours." You can tell she wasn't. Waaaay too many of those signs are posted and never followed. Edit: spelling.
Load More Replies... I work as a nurse in a cath lab. Once was on call when we got a patient with a massive heart attack, no chance of a sinus rhythm so far and he was incredibly hard to resuscitate because he had had a coronary bypass and the bones in his chest were fused together like a knight's armor. This was a comparatively young man in my line of work, mid fifties I guess. He died in our cath lab.
Anyways, turns out he had a very heated argument with his grown-up son that night when he collapsed and had his heart attack. Apparently, a couple of days later his son hung himself in the woods near where they lived.
Oof ... but, the more technical aspect - I've seen an x ray of my Dad's chest, which got opened and knotted shut with wire in 1997. There even is bone where there was none beforehand, but it's not growing anymore, so there's nothing needing to be done about it ... it's just a bit harder to CPR, and access is preferably made elsewhere than usual, to avoid having to open the same structure again, which appears somewhat reinforced by the bone growth in excess of re-joining them where they were cut.
Not a Nurse but I work in the Emergency Department
Pt came in and said he hadn't pooped for a week. The doc prescribes some stool softeners and decides to send him home. *Without ensuring that he had a bowel movement before he left.*
Pt comes back in 6 hours later and is having severe abdominal pains and is brought in one more time. Pt is put on a bed and scheduled for some type of scan. All the sudden starts feeling nauseated.
Pt then starts literally throwing up his feces. He was obstructed. The nurse and attending run into the room. Nurse pushing on the stomach and attending holding his back trying to get the rest out.
Pt aspirated and had a heart attack.
The s***tiest way to go.
Edit: it wasn't a small amount of feces. The room was s**t lake. On the walls and ceiling.
I wonder if he would have survived if he’d been treated during the first visit?
If the pt had received an xray or ct scan of the abdomen and pelvis, they would have seen the obstruction, most likely SBO (small bowel obstruction) and the pt would have gone to OR and would have survived most likely
Load More Replies...Oh holy heck... The doctor didn't even check that he'd had a bowel movement? I can't even imagine throwing up feces...
All I can think of is that stupid South Park episode. If you know it, I think you'll agree.
Had a bad feeling when they said he was released without checking where this was going. I have a fear of one day vomiting feces. What a miserable way to go though
I'm not a nurse, I'm xray, but I've seen a lot of crazy hospital s**t.
There was an elderly patient dying of a septic bowel. You could smell their festering insides rotting away throughout ER and almost all the way to xray. Unfortunately, due to overcrowding there was no private rooms available to contain their last moments, so we had to smell them for hours. I never wanted to know what rotting necrotic fecal matter smelled like, but now I do.
I was asked to do a portable chest xray in ER. A lady was found down at the scene of a car accident, apparently she was thrown from the vehicle. When she landed she must have landed on something sharp, and it gouged open her armpit. I'm standing over her torso, trying to line up up my xray machine and all I can see is these big globs of adipose (fat) tissue hanging off her armpit, there was even grass and dirt in there.
Come years back I was working Xmas eve. Had a patient come in with his wife, not very old (50s), complaining of minor chest pain. He was placed in the bed area reserved for patients who are not that serious but having a bed would make them more comfortable. He had no problems coming over (in a wheelchair) for a chest xray. We chatted about xmas plans. Seemed in good spirits, just slightly concerned. Few hours (around 2am) later he takes a sudden severe turn for the worse, they immediately move him in a trauma bay, start chest compressions and shocking him. His wife was asked to wait outside while this was going on. Despite their best efforts, the ER staff were unable to bring him back. The ER dr had a cry before she collected herself enough to tell the wife. This hospital is in rural area and while the ER team was trying their best, myself and the unit clerk were trying to find any sort of person to provide support for the wife. But she had no family in the area, and none of the religious groups in the area were answering their phones. I just kept thinking of this poor woman, and how they prolly had xmas gifts for each other under some tree, and instead he passed away in the wee hours of Christmas morning, leaving her all alone. :(.
At least they showed their humanity there.. it was a bit lacking earlier.
Load More Replies... This one is a sad story. My cousin is a nurse. She loves her job and I asked her this question expecting to hear a different kind of story but she said this one time troubled and disturbed her the most. My cousin is a tough chick n isn't an emotional type but the whole situation effected her for a few days after.
A single parent father and 15 year old daughter were having a really heated argument. In the middle of them arguing he starts to have a heart attack. The ambulance takes him to the hospital and he ends up losing his life:( When the daughter arrived, My cousin had to tell the daughter her father didn't make it.
the girl then runs over to him and just collapses on the floor screaming and bawling her eyes out bc her father is now gone forever and shes the reason he died.
She WILL blame herself for the rest of her life, though. My dad fell off of a ladder on Thanksgiving Day when I was 18 and I wasn't home. I'd just gotten dumped by my first-ever boyfriend and I was off with my friends, trying to take my mind off of things. (I'd had Thanksgiving meal with my family, but left afterwards.) We had a company installing Xmas lights on the roof, but something wasn't working right, so my dad went up the ladder to check things out. He was wearing flip-flops. It wasn't my "fault", but if I'd have been at home, I absolutely would have forbidden him to go up the ladder in flip-flops, or stopped him from going up the ladder at all. I know it's not my fault, but it still haunts me 24 years later. He sustained catastrophic brain damage in the fall, we took care of him at home for 21 years, and he died in 2021, but I "lost" my father that day when I was 18. And I could have prevented it if I'd been home and not mooning over being dumped.
Load More Replies...I have a sad story. Was doing a paramedic rotation at a Level One trauma center. One of the many helicopters has just landed, bringing in two patients. We saw one, he was banged up pretty good so we went to the other room. This guy was not doing so well. We could smell the alcohol seeping out of his pores. And his stomach as inflating, getting bigger before our eyes. "Possible" internal bleeding and is rushed to the OR. We go into the other room and talk to the other man. He's asking about his wife. They just had a baby recently and this was their first night out. He had some drinks so she was driving home. Did we know where she was? Highway Patrol was there so we were talking. Head on collision. Wife died instantly. The drunk at fault, driving a beater truck with no insurance. Don't judge me here: we all did a quiet cheer when told the drunk/murderer died on the table. I still think about the poor man. Not only losing his wife, but knowing that he was next to her killer on the helo.
I don't judge you. People who drive drunk ARE murderers. If they kill someone, like this person did, they deserve to be punished. That drunk's punishment was death. The universe spoke at that moment.
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my mother in law is a nurse and every year around christmas there is a man who comes in with a candle stuck up his bum that progressively gets bigger. last year she compared the candle to the size of a pickle jar
Edit: my old lady told me the guy can no longer candle himself do to a perfiated or permeated r****m, (can't remember the word she used).
Yeah, I think it may have been "permeated" long ago 😆
Load More Replies...He fell on it while cleaning... naked. Of course.
Load More Replies...I need to know something. Which end of the candle was facing out? And if it was the wick end, had it been lit?
Too many to choose from, so I'll just go with a recent one. Was doing wound care on a diabetic man who took 0 care of himself. It was a foot ulcer with necrotic tissue and gangrene, awesome. As I was pulling the old dressing off, i felt a subtle crunch. I looked and saw that yep, the dressing pulled one of the mans necrotic toes completely off with it. The hell of it is? He just sighed and said "not again". Turns out just a few months ago, his OTHER foor was at that level of ulceration, and one of THOSE toes came off when he went to put shoes on...how he failed to notice the smell and severity (although tbh he was morbidly obese and couldn't even see his feet) is a mystery.
Why do so many diabetics not take care of themselves? My grandma had diabetes from about 70 years old. She took good care of herself for years, until her dementia got worse and she couldn't. That's when her feet got ulcers and had to be amputated and she died a couple of weeks later.
Sorry but this reminds me of the the late Jay Hickman and his 3 favorite jokes. One was A big fat guy gets out of the shower at the Y and his friend say 'Damn, how long's it been since you've seen your d**k?" He said, "long time." HIs friend says, "why don't you diet?" He says, "what color is it now?"
I'll go with the frequent flier with unidentifiable green goop oozing out of cauliflower like sores on her legs. The goop wasn't anything that showed up on culture and often resulted in maggots burrowing in her legs. It also smelled awful. And she was really mean. She was about a one a monther for various reasons and ended up being found dead at home.
Runner up is the 516lb lady I managed to cath with the assistance of 3 med students. Found some food decaying in one of her folds. I think it was a Little Debbie.
I met a friend's neighbor once when we were on her deck enjoying wine. The neighbor joined us, she was beyond zaftig, and a few glasses in proceed to tell us that she hid miniature marshmallows in the folds of her fat for her husband to root out and eat as foreplay prior to having intercourse.
I have/had a large number of morbidly obese family members (many have died due to obesity-caused diabetes and related comorbidities) and one of my aunts had... the worst stench I've ever smelled. She was actually a very "clean" woman in terms of her self-care (she showered every day) but she was too obese to reach all her body parts and into the deepest folds of her fat. She never jammed any food in there, AFAIK, but the yeast, bacteria, and other nasties growing in those folds produced the worst stench I've encountered. It's sad - it's a cultural thing to love food in my family - and my aunt had lost her son to obesity/diabetes/kidney failure at age 24 many decades before her own death - but it's still just so frigging sad. And morbid obesity is something that absolutely 100% be controlled/helped, if caught early enough and treated appropriately. I only have one cousin left close to my age - she is 36 and already has non-alcoholic fatty liver disease due to obesity. It sucks.
Load More Replies...I don't think they were making fun of the patient. They were just saying what they thought it was. Chill out.
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Ooooohhhhhh man....
Severely addicted [illegal substance] user admitted for sepsis and respiratory failure. About 3 or 4 days into his admission we find multiple broken needles lodged in his arms while trying to place a picc line. After a few more days he codes which was uneventful until the abscess that was brewing under his left clavicle exploded and sprayed pus everywhere. He survived that and went for an I&D which left a gaping hole in his chest and neck you could fit 3 fists in. His clavicle had rotted away from osteomyelitis and he had minimal tissue left connecting his neck to his shoulder on the left side. After 30 days intubated in the ICU he finally died. All the while his addicted sister kept stopping by and telling us how he was a fighter and was going to make a full recovery.
Yah right lady..
Easily any patient that has DIC. I swear its a condition from hell itself. basically the blood clots abnormally, and clots will form throughout the small vessels, causing hypoperfusion to all the organs. The kicker is while blood is clotting throughout the small vessels, its not clotting in places that are needed like the orifices (mouth, eyes, nose, genitals) around any external devices like IVs, chest tubes etc, or any open wounds. So the patient is bleeding out externally while going into multi organ failure internally because none of their organs are getting blood flow. all the patients I’ve had with this condition barely lasted 48 hrs. the last patient I took care of like this couldnt go more than 30 mins without some fluid resuscitation (even with vasopressors) or his blood pressure would drop to like, I s**t you not 50/30. It was a f*****g nightmare.
Opposite of the 50/30 would be my ex. She went to a doctors appointment, nurse took her BP, took it again, took it a third time then abruptly left the room and dragged the doctor back to the room. Doctor asked what was wrong? Nurse told her something is wrong because ex is sitting there plain as day but her BP is 240 something over 190 something. Doc verified nurse was right, asked ex how she felt (fine). Her color and temp was normal so doc just said well, sometimes people just run high. They did keep check on her regularly and after about 8 months it went back to around 120/80.
To be honest, the real “worst” stories most nurses don’t like to talk about. But here is a pretty awful case that is definitely up there in the category of “unfortunate souls”.
This poor lady we had who was constantly coming in with sepsis (blood infection). She had abdominal surgery and developed a fistula, which is basically a hole where there shouldn’t be one. Basically, the first one that happened was because her intestines stuck together and a hole formed through the walls of them. Every time the tried to fix them, she developed more. She had holes throughout her intestines, so she had a colostomy bag, but she also had developed numerous fistulas all over her abdomen from where her intestines had stuck to the inside wall of her abdomen and formed holes all the way through her skin. So she basically had a bunch of holes all over her abdomen that just leaked stool everywhere. We had an extensive abdominal dressing regimen, where we actually put colostomy bags over a lot of the holes. The whole deal took 2 nurses about an hour to an hour and a half, and no one wanted her twice because she was really needy, whiny, and mean, plus she was on MRSA precautions, so you had to grown up every time you went into her room. We changed her dressing 2-3 times per shift because no matter how well you did it, stool would leak onto her fragile skin and erode it further. It was awful, and even though she was a really difficult patient, we obviously felt bad for her.
Edit to answer a few questions: she was in her 50s, she is now deceased. The cause was actually unknown. She did not have hernia mesh and she did not crohn’s disease. I don’t remember the original surgery as this was almost 3 years ago now, but I do remember the doctors had no idea why every time they attempted to fix the fistulas they got worse and she formed more. It was very sad. She probably would not have chosen euthanasia, as she was very afraid of death and still very much in the denial stage up until the end.
I had a colectomy several years ago. The lady in the other bed next to me had this condition. It was so sad!! She had been there for months and there was no solution to her condition. It's been 16 years and I still think about her very often. Even though I know she's probably gone...
I’ll go with a sad one: 32 yr old male had bad motorcycle accident and was in our trauma ICU for over a month, barely made it and was somewhat miraculous. He ended up with a tracheostomy but was on his way to being able to discharge to rehab.
I had taken care of him three days in a row and the last day, late in the shift, he stood up and coughed really hard (we were getting him back to bed from the chair) and all of a sudden blood starting spurting out of his trach. We got him in bed quick and within a minute or so he starts coding (cardiac arrest). We call for trauma and ENT surgeons and start mass transfusing blood while coding him, family screaming and being escorted out. Slipping on blood on the floor while we were trying to keep coding, holding pressure on his neck because we didn’t know what else to do. One nurse says she thinks he stopped bleeding. He did— because he fully exsanguinated—bled out. We finally called it after about 45 minutes.
He had a tracheoarterial fistula which burst (artery around the trach that was worn down by the pressure inside the trach cuff) from a combination of persistent hypertension and strong cough and s**t luck. This happens in 0.7% of all trachs.
Nurses were sitting on the floor crying and same with the MDs.... it was a s**t night and a s**t couple weeks following.
I saw a guy sneeze out his intestines.
He had a massive basketball sized hernia that had spread his skin so tight that all it took was a sneeze to split the skin and get everything that was supposed to inside outside.
UM. Okay, I could have gone my ENTIRE life without seeing the sentence "sneeze out his intestines"
Maybe this isn't the article for you, then. Thought the title would have made that pretty obvious.
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Homeless guy that hadn't taken his boots off for a couple weeks because of the snow. Came in due to nausea and vomiting, but LOOKED good, just homeless guy weird. Start getting him changed into a gown for imaging and go to take off his boots, and what do you know? The skin came off like socks. Sick because of trench foot and gangrene. He lost some toes.
I never realized prolonged wearing of socks and shoes could cause so much damage until reading this post. Granted there's other factors but these poor people have no choice! They can't air out their toes in the middle of winter. Can't just wash their feet whenever they feel grungy. This whole post makes my heart hurt. :(
While doing our mental health rotation we learned of a lady who was severely sexually abused as a baby and child. She was very easy to talk to and charismatic, but while talking to her one on one sitter she literally unscrewed a screw from a chair with her fingernails and shoved it into a wound she made on her belly. She also had wounds surgically repaired that she would then rip right open and shove anything and everything she could find into it so she would have to be taken back to surgery. Also had shoved a broken lightbulb up her vagina.
Another gross one was during nursing school we had a group watching a Dr. replace a gastric tube that had become clogged. Well even though I was farthest away of the 15 students observing, I was hit in the face and eye with gastic juices from this patient. The Dr. pulled it out, and it flung all the way across the room to where I was standing next to the door. I had to stop clinical and go to the employee health office to get checked out, and have my eyes flushed.
Not as bad, but it was the only time so far that poop smell really got to me. I had a patient tell me she was clogged back there, but she had dementia and I just hadn’t checked her yet. It was on my list to do, but she wanted to try going to the bathroom. Well a few minutes of her being on the commode we walk into her sticking her fingers up her butt and flinging poo off them. We make her stop, and have her lay in the bed so I can instead dig her out. I was 6.5 months pregnant and started dry heaving non stop. Luckily a coworker popped her head in and offered to finish for me. Sadly she passed about 2 weeks later.
That's why nurses are amazing because alot of us couldn't do this not pregnant.
Manually remove the feces from her r****m. Happy now?
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I was a new nurse during the early years of the AIDS epidemic. We were sad for the patients and terrified we would be infected and die, as not a lot was known, and there was a lot of misinformation — especially here in the South. Any accidental stick with a patient needle was enough for an all-out panic.
My dad was involved in a car accident when I was a small child (late 80s) and had to have his spleen removed, plus a massive blood transfusion. Since he had O-negative blood type (rare, but not SUPER rare, the problem is they can ONLY receive O-negative blood) the hospital had to transfuse him with blood that had not been fully/properly screened yet. My dad survived (well, he survived THAT accident, at any rate.......) and made a full recovery, but my mom was on edge about his health for YEARS. I didn't understand why at the time, as I was a single-digit-aged kid, but now I realize it was because she was waiting to see if he had contracted HIV or hepatitis (or anything else) from the un-screened blood.
Wife had a kidney removed about 8 weeks ago and I was shocked that they hospital still uses blood they have no clue where it came from and whether that person has had anything that could be detrimental to the recipients health/life. No this was jo some backwater, crappy hospital, that would be our local one. No, this was one of the major, well known hospitals, considered to be one of the best in the US.
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1. A lady who lived by herself had fainted on her patio and no one found her until 3 days later. She had been lying in her own feces and when she came into hospital we found live maggots crawling inside her vagina (and she was septic).
2. We had a very very obese and diabetic lady (250kg) who was only in her 50s admitted with infected/necrotic wounds on her apron. Unfortunately she had left it for so long that the only option left for her was surgery however surgeons deemed her unsuitable for surgery. She eventually passed away, but what was so eye opening to me was that we had to order a specific body bag for her because she couldn’t fit into a normal one. It took 2 wardsman and 5 nurses to get her into a body bag...
My aunt is morbidly obese and had to have hernia surgery many years ago (20ish or so years ago.) She was so obese that they couldn't "sew up" her fat layers properly, and they had to insert some kind of mesh into the fat layer to "cover" the incision. She literally lived with an OPEN WOUND in her abdomen for three years before they could get her health stabilized enough to actually close the incision fully. The saddest part? She was an ER/trauma nurse for decades. She had also seen many of our other morbidly obese family members die due to obesity-related conditions. Her own mother had diabetes, was obese, and eventually developed gangrene in one arm and had to have the arm amputated. I know people can be heavily in denial and it's HARD to break an addiction (speaking from experience here, and yes, overeating/food addiction is a real thing) but it sucks. Her daughter, my cousin, has non-alcoholic fatty liver disease at age 36 and is also, you guessed it, morbidly obese.
I'll never forget my ex's niece called her mother a heifer. The 15 year old 312 pound girl, calling her over-weight (but smaller than her) mother, a heifer. Had she been a boy they could've called him Cartman because at 3 years old she weighed 90 pounds. Built exactly like Cartman.
Load More Replies... So many-One very old lady was admitted from her home where her family was “caring” for her. I took off her shoes because I needed to do an assessment. Next I took off her sock & her entire necrotic heel fell off. Like literally fell on the floor. Thank God I had gloves on. The family said they hadn’t taken off her socks in over 2 months. Poor thing died 12 hours later from sepsis. Big surprise.
So much poop! Now I’m all for wanting patients to poop so they don’t get constipated, but sometimes staff joke around that they hope their patients have a big BM ten minutes after they leave their shift. People still die of preventable bowel obstructions. Sometimes when Milk of Magnesia, suppositories, or enemas just won’t work, ya literally have to go in after it & remove the “brick” or pieces of it, to get it started. So fun! One mentally ill person used their gaping butt cheeks to smear poop all down a wall in the hallway. So lovely! /s
I don’t mind blood, but pus smell is nasty.
One of the worst smells ever was a patient who had a brain shunt and also nephrostomy tubes so when we’d empty the drainage bag it was urine & cerebral spinal fluid mixed together. That one was about 23 years ago because I remember I was pregnant and I was hyper sensitive to smells. Luckily my coworker did me a solid by emptying and measuring it. I took care of the person otherwise, but couldn’t stand to do that one minute task.
We had a demented lady once who liked to smart her poop all over. I spendt over two hours cleaning her and her bed of. It was a smell I will never forget, and when I left the room it didnt stop lingering. I changed all my clothes, checked the mirror 20 + times during my shift and did a full hand to shoulder cleandown every time. I even cleaned my face and neck several times, but the smell still stund my nose. Not until my last hour of my 9 hour shift do I find it. A long, thin smear just under my jaw. Probably the only place who didnt get several scrubdowns and disinfectant vipes. This memory is stored in isolation from my sanity 😅 edit spelling
Not a nurse but a med tech, so I hide out in the lab, but the blood bank has the most "interaction" with the techs, nurses, and doctors and deal with emergencies fairly frequently.
The worst story was a toddler brought in just as "not breathing" to the ER. They draw labs, get a blood type/antibody screen done to take kid for testing and surgery. The OR nurse picking up the blood is chatting with us while we get everything tagged up to go and mentions "shaken baby syndrome" turns out the poor kid had several signs of previous abuse plus the signs of being shaken (blood on the brain, retinal hemorrhaging, etc.) And I believe family members got into a physical altercation at the hospital and security had to break it up.
More recently, a guy walked in to the ER stabbed and screaming, ironically his trauma admit name (basically a placeholder identity until they figure out the patient's actual name/DOB) was 'Trauma, Cu T' as they had been using Cu A, Cu B, etc. He just got the perfect one for his condition.
Seems like motorcycle accidents and diabetes going untreated are the most horrific things to be remembered in an ER.
Obesity kills. Obese people aren't "healthy" even if their "labwork" shows that they technically are within "normal ranges" (I've heard THAT litany from dozens of my family members...) We have wonderful people in the world like Shyla who is very aware of her precarious health, but it is difficult for her to do anything about it. Then there's people like my family members, who deny that being obese is a problem, right up until they need to have a gangrenous limb amputated. I had a cousin who died at age 24 due to obesity-caused diabetes and kidney failure. And still my family members deny that obesity is a problem. My last "close to my age" cousin is 36 and has non-alcoholic fatty liver disease. AT 36. She watched her grandmother need a diabetic amputation (yep, gangrene) and watched her mother have a surgical incision that didn't heal for 3 years due to obesity. And yet she will not change her lifestyle or try to get help. I doubt she will make it to 40. It is incredibly sad.
Load More Replies...Ex-Army medic here. I made it to #4 before having to stop. Only scrolled down to here to mention it.
Excuse me but AAAAAA THIS WAS NOT GOOD FOR MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS AAAAAA WHY DID I DECIDE TO READ THIS AAAAA!
Esophageal varices. Basically varicose veins in the throat that are extremely delicate. Someone can randomly start coughing and vomiting blood and then aspirate on it. The most common cause of that is alcoholism.
Reminds me of my uncle. The last time I saw him he had similar symptoms, from drinking 6+ litres of pepsi a day for most of his adult life as well as smoking and drinking alcohol. His stomach was wrecked too. He died a couple of years later.
Load More Replies...I know criticizing religion is a popular pastime here, but when reading the stories that said the patient was terrified of death I couldn't help but think that people with strong faith aren't afraid of dying.
Not believing in heaven or hell brings me great peace. Death is just a part of life. I try to do no harm, be helpful and make amends as needed, I don't need a god to tell me that is the way to live. I have seen many die who claimed great faith and were filled with terror at their time of death and those with no faith pass peacefully.
Load More Replies...Seems like motorcycle accidents and diabetes going untreated are the most horrific things to be remembered in an ER.
Obesity kills. Obese people aren't "healthy" even if their "labwork" shows that they technically are within "normal ranges" (I've heard THAT litany from dozens of my family members...) We have wonderful people in the world like Shyla who is very aware of her precarious health, but it is difficult for her to do anything about it. Then there's people like my family members, who deny that being obese is a problem, right up until they need to have a gangrenous limb amputated. I had a cousin who died at age 24 due to obesity-caused diabetes and kidney failure. And still my family members deny that obesity is a problem. My last "close to my age" cousin is 36 and has non-alcoholic fatty liver disease. AT 36. She watched her grandmother need a diabetic amputation (yep, gangrene) and watched her mother have a surgical incision that didn't heal for 3 years due to obesity. And yet she will not change her lifestyle or try to get help. I doubt she will make it to 40. It is incredibly sad.
Load More Replies...Ex-Army medic here. I made it to #4 before having to stop. Only scrolled down to here to mention it.
Excuse me but AAAAAA THIS WAS NOT GOOD FOR MY INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS AAAAAA WHY DID I DECIDE TO READ THIS AAAAA!
Esophageal varices. Basically varicose veins in the throat that are extremely delicate. Someone can randomly start coughing and vomiting blood and then aspirate on it. The most common cause of that is alcoholism.
Reminds me of my uncle. The last time I saw him he had similar symptoms, from drinking 6+ litres of pepsi a day for most of his adult life as well as smoking and drinking alcohol. His stomach was wrecked too. He died a couple of years later.
Load More Replies...I know criticizing religion is a popular pastime here, but when reading the stories that said the patient was terrified of death I couldn't help but think that people with strong faith aren't afraid of dying.
Not believing in heaven or hell brings me great peace. Death is just a part of life. I try to do no harm, be helpful and make amends as needed, I don't need a god to tell me that is the way to live. I have seen many die who claimed great faith and were filled with terror at their time of death and those with no faith pass peacefully.
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