Did I ever tell ya’ll about the guy I had my first month as an intern (medicine floor month). Tons of red flags, aggressive/violent personality, admitted for repeated high volume BRB via his ostomy. Was getting 4mg IVP DILAUDID Q2hr on the floor! How he arranged that, and for what indication, I have no clue but chapeau.
Anyway, he kept having random vigorous bleeds the day prior to discharge x 3. I finally had a minor break down during our interminable rounds and said I really, honestly felt like he was triggering his bleeds and staying just for the IV opiates, for XYZ reasons. I got a talking to about being a typical ER resident, all cynical and seeing the worst in people. Pretty much each of us has spend extended time sitting in the room chatting with this guy, and no one has him figured out, but apparently I was the only one who smelled a rat. I felt bad, because maybe I was a heartless little first month intern. I did some self-reflection.
So we get ready to discharge him again, he’s been super stable for a couple days. LItereally gets his discharge packet. Says he needs to pop in the bathroom. A few minutes pass. He won’t come out. RN grabs me (she sensed drama). We open the bathroom door. He has a pair of scissors which he’s dismantled, and has one of the blades shoved 5” up his ostomy, just sorta grinding it around getting some heavy bleeding going. He then remove said blade and turned it towards us.
Anyway he then got a nice police / security / psych consult and (hopefully) treatment for what was really wrong.
Somehow the medicine team never congratulated me on my instinct