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I had a catatonic patient. I've had her a few times for a few hospitalizations. She had a nasty habit of telling us one thing and then later on not following up with it. Some of it was IMHO cluster B traits.
Well a few days ago, she was at the end of her 72 hour hold and told me she'd agree to sign in voluntarily but wanted her husband present. He couldn't come in till literally just a few minutes before the 72 hours ended. She clearly needed to be in the hospital, still being catatonic and to the degree where she could not ambulate appropriately on her own.
Husband shows up. So I presented her the voluntary papers to sign and she refused. Literally-we're a few minutes away from the deadline so I told the social worker we got no choice. Tell the court we're keeping her involuntary and they'll have to set up a court day.
Now the husband is ticked. He doesn't understand the 72 hour hold process. I try to explain it to him that we had no choice, but he doesn't get it. He's mad, upset, and I've seen this this happen so many times before. Most of us have been there and we try to be nice at first, but after we give the family or friend so much time we at some point have to cut them off and go on with our day. This isn't why I'm ticked at myself.
The husband is an African-American WWII vet that saw action. He's got a medal. The man is a hero.
So it's a few days later, and I'm off from work because I got my job interviews at SLU. The process is stressful, not because they were hard on me (heck they were telling me I was already in, it's just that they have to interview me because the university says they have to do it), but because it was an all-day thing, I was interviewed by top people in the field and while they were very nice, I was somewhat intimidated (my own insecurities-top guy tells me he wants me working by his side-makes me feel like a poseur), I was also house-hunting, and I keep thinking of all the friends I won't see anymore in Cincinnati.
I check EPIC from my hotel room and that same catatonic patient of mine died. I double checked everything and I can't think of anything I could've done. She was geriatric and maybe it was just her time.
OK, yeah that is upsetting, but I can stare at myself in the mirror and still not feel like I did anything wrong. Labs-fine, notes-none showing anything that could have predicted this, meds? All at appropriate levels for her age.
So then I'm reading the social worker's note and her husband showed up to the hospital, was told his wife died, he's devastated, and emotionally collapsed.
Now this is what is pissing me off at myself.
This man is a hero, fought for his country despite that it was at a time when they gave him the message he was a second rate human being for the color of his skin and put him in a segregated unit, he lost his wife and just a few days ago I gave him the standard "Sir, I told this to you several times. This is the law," and then just went on with my day while the guy was very upset, only for this guy to suffer the death of his wife a few days later.
Yeah I know. On an intellectual level I don't think I did anything wrong, but when I look in the mirror I got this feeling that I did do something wrong.
Well a few days ago, she was at the end of her 72 hour hold and told me she'd agree to sign in voluntarily but wanted her husband present. He couldn't come in till literally just a few minutes before the 72 hours ended. She clearly needed to be in the hospital, still being catatonic and to the degree where she could not ambulate appropriately on her own.
Husband shows up. So I presented her the voluntary papers to sign and she refused. Literally-we're a few minutes away from the deadline so I told the social worker we got no choice. Tell the court we're keeping her involuntary and they'll have to set up a court day.
Now the husband is ticked. He doesn't understand the 72 hour hold process. I try to explain it to him that we had no choice, but he doesn't get it. He's mad, upset, and I've seen this this happen so many times before. Most of us have been there and we try to be nice at first, but after we give the family or friend so much time we at some point have to cut them off and go on with our day. This isn't why I'm ticked at myself.
The husband is an African-American WWII vet that saw action. He's got a medal. The man is a hero.
So it's a few days later, and I'm off from work because I got my job interviews at SLU. The process is stressful, not because they were hard on me (heck they were telling me I was already in, it's just that they have to interview me because the university says they have to do it), but because it was an all-day thing, I was interviewed by top people in the field and while they were very nice, I was somewhat intimidated (my own insecurities-top guy tells me he wants me working by his side-makes me feel like a poseur), I was also house-hunting, and I keep thinking of all the friends I won't see anymore in Cincinnati.
I check EPIC from my hotel room and that same catatonic patient of mine died. I double checked everything and I can't think of anything I could've done. She was geriatric and maybe it was just her time.
OK, yeah that is upsetting, but I can stare at myself in the mirror and still not feel like I did anything wrong. Labs-fine, notes-none showing anything that could have predicted this, meds? All at appropriate levels for her age.
So then I'm reading the social worker's note and her husband showed up to the hospital, was told his wife died, he's devastated, and emotionally collapsed.
Now this is what is pissing me off at myself.
This man is a hero, fought for his country despite that it was at a time when they gave him the message he was a second rate human being for the color of his skin and put him in a segregated unit, he lost his wife and just a few days ago I gave him the standard "Sir, I told this to you several times. This is the law," and then just went on with my day while the guy was very upset, only for this guy to suffer the death of his wife a few days later.
Yeah I know. On an intellectual level I don't think I did anything wrong, but when I look in the mirror I got this feeling that I did do something wrong.
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