Halloween in the ER

Since the first post was met with an inordinate amount of enthusiasm, (I wasn't expecting ANY posts- well, maybe from my daughter, cuz she's sweet like that) I've put my mind to pondering other interesting/bizarre/totally insane ER incidents and patients. The werewolf story made me think of last Halloween, which was definitely the weirdest and funniest night we had all year.
12 MN- Werewolf-bitten patient arrives, is escorted into Exam Room 5.
12:30 MN-1:00 AM EMS recieves a call from dispatch that a 66 year old woman states she "ate a bad piece of Halloween candy and now my kidneys have shut down." They bring in said woman, who promptly takes off her gown and begins to dance in the hall. Security is called. Werewolf bitten patient is interested.
1:00 AM EMS recieves a call from dispatch (you KNOW they aren't getting any sleep tonight) stating a 42 year old man has an earache. They HAVE to go pick up every patient who calls. It's the law. I'm not even kidding you-wish I were. We've had people call EMS for, and I quote, "constipation" "scabies" and my all-time favorite "I was cold." (when I asked the patient why he didn't get another blanket, he said "It was all the way downstairs. The phone was next to my bed so I just called 911.") The 42 year old Ear Pain man is placed in the EENT room to await the doc, who is treating an Actual. Sick. Patient. Not that he cares. He wants a doctor in there RIGHT NOW.
1:30 AM- Crazy kidney lady rushes out to the nurse's station without her gown (security being otherwise occupied, as you'll soon hear) squats behind the physician and secretary and pees on the floor. The doc, who is our most dry, sarcastic, and professional pf physicians, turns to her and says: "Well. Apparently your kidney problem has resolved, ma'm. Perhaps you could return to your room and dress." Crazy kidney lady is not impressed, and shrieks: "THAT DIDN'T COME FROM MY KIDNEYS! IT CAME FROM MY STOMACH! WHAT KIND OF DOCTOR ARE YOU?" Dr. H does not even bother to respond.
1:30 AM- (all of this occurred simultaneously, which is one reason it was so funny) Ear Ache Man- who has been talking on his cell phone, mumbling about wanting a cigarette, and generally appearing in no distress- comes out to the desk, leans over, and begins screaming profanity at the physician who is attempting to chart on an Actual. Sick. Person. Security is called.
1:32 AM- We have a square shaped area of exam rooms (the "E" side) in front of the nurse's desk, and trailing back behind it in a line are the more acute/trauma rooms (the "T" side). Ear pain guy is being chased around the square of exam rooms by the two security guards, one of whom is, ummm, a bit overweight. Ear pain guy flies past, security guards go by. Ear pain guy comes around, security guys come around. Ear pain guy comes by, security guard- huffing and puffing- stops at desk and says he feels short of breath and could Respiratory Therapy come give him a treatment? His partner comes up behind him and they begin to argue. Meanwhile Ear Pain Guy stomps out into the lobby, shouting.
1:33 AM- An actual sick old woman, who is also a crazy drug addict (sometimes the two go together, oddly enough) starts screaming from T-7 that if she doesn't get something for pain NOW she is going to "eat every hydro I've got in my purse." ER doc starts banging his head on the desk.
1:33 AM- Ear Pain Guy runs into the triage room, where a nurse is triaging an already-frightened 5 year old girl, and utterly terrifies her when he begins screaming that he hasn't seen a doctor and he's been here twenty-five minutes and his f**king ear hurts. Local police are called. We do NOT put up with patients that frighten small children.
1:33 AM- Crazy kidney lady rolls up her gown and stuffs it into the commode of the communal E area bathroom. Toilet overflows. 80 year old lady who came in for hip pain and is patiently waiting to be seen goes to use the bathroom, slips on the water, and breaks her hip. This is Not Good. Lots of paperwork.
1:34 AM- Since one security guy is getting a breathing treatment and the other is trying to break up a fight in the lobby; I go into T-7 and try to wrestle the purse away from Crazy Old Sick Lady who reeeeeeeally doesn't need to eat all 120 of her hydros at one time. (Hydrocodone, aka Vicodin or Lortab, our region's Most Popular Drug) She's gotten about five of them down but hasn't anything to drink; so she's climbed over the side rail and has her face in the faucet. I grab the purse, she grabs the purse, and hydros fall everywhere. It's like Hydro Heaven. If only Ear Pain Guy had run in here, he'd have been a happy camper.
1:35 AM EMS had earlier been dispatched to a local plant for a "worker who is coughing up bright red blood" I triage this fellow and there's just something Not Right about his story. It's the ER animal-instinct thing we all develop to survive. Finally I call his supervisor, who states the fellows in the assembly line swear they've been with him for the last four hours and he hasn't coughed up any secretions of any sort. Good to know. He's quite agitated and hyperverbal, so my differential diagnosis is Crackhead at Work who decides he'd Rather Leave. This proves to be correct when he climbs into the large sink/basins we have in the T rooms and tells me he isn't getting out until the doctor gives him something for pain. I ask him where he's hurting and he thinks about this for awhile and states, "My ass hurts." I tell him that's probably because he's wedged himself into a 4 X 4 porcelain sink, and he's about 5'10, 180 pounds. I mean, he's crunched up in a little ball- up until this incident, I never knew an adult could fit into one of those sinks. That's the other good thing about the ER- you're constantly learning.
1:36 AM- Crazy sick lady who wants to eat all the hydros runs out the back of the ambulance doors. Nobody chases her.
1:37 AM- Guy In Sink begins loudly cursing and shouting. I make the mistake of looking in to see why; and he's talking on his cell phone to his (God bless her soul) wife. He finally screams his last bit of vulgarity and slings the phone across the room where it promptly breaks into two pieces. He looks at me and says, "You're paying for that phone."
1:39 AM Crazy Sick Lady comes back IN the ambulance doors and announces she's suing all of us. No one responds.
1:39 AM Crazy Kidney lady starts going into other people's rooms (mercifully, two other nurses have wrapped two gowns- one front, one back- around her in such a fashion she can't figure out how to get them off) and telling them that tainted candy shut down her kidneys. They all begin frantically phoning every friend and loved one they know to inform that that they're probably all going to have kidney failure and die if they ate any Halloween candy, and they'd better call 911 if they did.
1:40 AM- Local police tase cursing and screaming Ear Guy who's still in the lobby frightening small children and isn't going quietly. Everyone in the lobby applauds. Six year old girl with a cough shrieks, "THIS IS BETTER THAN COPS!"
1:41 AM- Crazy Sick Lady goes back into her same room, gets down on her hands and knees, and starts looking under the stretcher for the hydros, which housekeeping has already swept up and tossed. She starts yelling what I call: "The Five Things Every Drunk/Drugged-Up/Crazy Person tells you when they come to the ER." These are:
1. I have rights, man. (These rights, according to the patient, include the right to verbally and physically assault anyone who annoys them; act in extremely inappropriate ways towards other innocent patients without any attempt by staff to stop them; and to recieve whatever pain medication they demand in the dosage, form, and strength they demand it)
2. I'm gonna sue you. (This is always said by the person who hasn't money for a cab ride home, can't afford his four dollar Walmart prescription, and spends every last dime on cigarettes- but apparently can afford a high-powered attorney)
3. I need something for pain RIGHT NOW. (see number One. Oh, and it doesn't matter if there's a code going on, or a baby is in distress, or you've just gotten in three multiple trauma victims- you'd still better drop everything, chase the doc down with a flying leap, and throttle him until he gasps out the Desired Order for the Desired Drug. I mean, they have rights, dude.)
4. I need a cigarette. (And if I don't have one, can you lend me one?)
5. You DON'T UNDERSTAND, man! (The problem is we actually do)
1:42 AM- Guy in Sink repeatedly screams he will not leave said sink until I bring him some Demerol. At this point I'm getting a little irritable, because I really want to eat SOMETHING during my thirteen hour shift, and he's basically on my very last nerve. So I tell him "You can sit there as long as you want. I get off at seven whether you're in that sink or not." This, of course, is not the therapeutic communication we were taught in nursing school; but it does shut him up. For a few minutes.
1:44 AM- All EMS trucks (eight total) are out on calls for people who've been food poisoned by tainted candy that shuts down the kidneys.

It's a 27 bed ER, so there was quite a lot more than THAT going on- those are just the parts that stand out. Anyway, to sum it all up- since I know you've come to love these people by now- Crazy Kidney Lady is discharged after absolutely nothing is found wrong with her; but has no way to get home (and EMS is not required to take them BACK unless there is a medical necessity per the physician- which there wasn't) so she sits out in the lobby telling everyone who comes in how horrible we are until my shift ends. (I don't know what happens after that. I can't honestly say I lost any sleep over How She Got Home that day.)
Crazy Ear Guy is released from the pokey on bail and shows back up in the ER six hours later complaining of lower back pain. Via ambulance, of course. Oh, and if you're wondering who pays for all these ambulance rides for these people with no insurance- the answer is YOU.
Crazy Sick Lady is admitted to the floor where we apologize profusely to the nurse we hand her off to. She tells the nurse we've stolen all her drugs, she's going to sue us, and she really needs a cigarette. Apparently we don't understand she has rights.
Guy In Sink begins yelling again because his wife won't come pick him up (after he's discharged because there is Nothing Wrong With Him) and I sigh and say, "Maybe she's tired of you taking all the drugs." (His urine drug screen was- what a shocker- positive for cocaine, ampethamines, opiods, and barbiturates) He gives me an odd look and says: "She hasn't had to come get me from a hospital in OVER A WEEK!" Honestly, I don't know what's wrong with that bitch.
The six year old with a cough gets a sucker, a coloring book and crayons, and announces this was the best Halloween ever when she's discharged home. I think she'll make a good ER nurse one day.
The physician (who's the only doc on duty) finally snaps at 4:30 am and tells me to go to the local gas station and buy a pack of cigarettes for a drunk who keeps yelling for one. This rather suprises me (not that I'd do it anyway) until he adds: "Put a nonrebreather mask on him, turn up the oxygen, light up the cigarette, and stuff it through the vent hole in the side."
Yeah, I didn't do that either. I need my job.