I took care of a guy today in my trauma room (along with my other 3 sick/crazy patients) who was a train wreck. He was delirious with a fever of 103.7- his blood sugar was high enough that the meter couldn't read it and his heart rate was about 150. I hung all kinds of fluids, did an insulin drip, gave pretty much every medication the admitting doctor ordered in addition to the 500 ER meds, sent the AM labs, started 3 IVs and labeled all the sites. Pretty much brought the guy up to the ICU spick and span with nothing for them to do. Now, while trying to get his temp down he happened to be stuck in the trauma room with the broken thermostat, because the ER is ghetto, so I just left him naked with a sheet on. I didn't bother to put a hospital gown on for the trip up because they always change it- I swear you could have a patient code in the elevator and those bitches would stop compressions to change the gown. So what do you think was the only thing they had to say to me when I brought the patient upstairs?
Yeah. "Where's the patient's gown?"
Really? Okay, fine. Nothing is going to make you douchebags happy, is it, so screw it. I'd get the same treatment from you turds if I stayed and did my your damn admission assessment for you and hung all your meds as if I brought the patient up with a field IV and no catheter and no information about the patient, so why put myself out? After all, I am just a lazy ER nurse.