skunk tales

Here's the kind of day it was: It started off with a psych patient doing what sounded like tarzan yells. That went on for a couple of hours. It ended with someone who literally smelled like a skunk. Now mind you this patient was from the hood so no way they be comin' in contact with no skunk. They actually looked fairly clean. I don't even want to know where it was coming from and why. Of course we were busier than shit when skunk man came in. I actually put him to the side of triage in a curtained off area. I didn't want to put him in the lobby because it would have cleared the lobby and no doubt everybodys sinuses.

There was a patient who stood up on the ER chart, no small feat I tell you. A person came in restrained and had such a potty mouth, I almost went and got the soap and gave their mouth a good washing. Here come 2 people carrying in their relative who is not breathing. Down went the tube and onto the vent they went. They were young and stupid and almost killed themselves with dope.

Relatives were in nasty moods today and of course, took it out on us. As usual.
Mostly it was psych-o-rama, at one point we had five. Another fun day in the hood.