My pager clamored for attention just after 4 this morning. I rolled out of my bunk and grabbed my glasses off the nightstand so I could read the page.
MEDIC RESPONSE: 1234 FAKE ST. RP SAYS DAUGHTER IS MANIC AND RUNNING AROUND NAKED AND SCREAMING. RP LOCKED IN BATHROOM. PD EN ROUTE.
Seriously? Why can’t people go crazy during the day?
Best part of the whole thing? I got to get a line on a naked, sweaty, fighting, cursing whirling dervish.
Did I mention this was just after 4 this morning?
“Yeah, Ativan sounds like a great idea!” I said, as my preceptor waved a vial from the fridge in my direction.
She was asleep by the time we arrived at the ED.
However, I was awake until shift change at 0700.
Back at it again tomorrow.
I an RSI without orders… but have to call for orders to give ativan to nuts!