Yesterday, i had a completely different situation in the ICU. I had a patient on the max allowed dosage of propofol, but unfortunately it didn’t knock him out enough, i was told during report that he would thrash around and try to pull the tube out of his mouth. So I walk into the room and this guy was writing notes to his wife and even acknowledged me, also occasionally reaching towards the tube. I trusted this man, but I was told not to let him loose from his wrist restraints. First thing I did? Let him loose. First thing he did? Scratch his damn nose. That’s all he wanted? fuhhhhhh
He thanked me and I spent most of the day just coming in to check on him and crack a few jokes (it’s pretty rare to get a completely conscious and pain-free patient in the ICU) so it was nice to finally hear some sarcasm. At the end of the day, he wrote a note saying thanks and that when he’s off his medications, he’ll still remember me. Not because of my name (He kept calling me Lawrence of Olivier cause of the actor), but because of what I’ve done for him. He wrote that this was the worst night/day of his life and I made it better, making sure to encourage me to continue doing what I’m doing. He said that it may just be a regular day to me, but to my patients, it’s a struggle just to get through it.
He passed it to me with a fist bump and then told his wife to give me his card. Apparently, he’s a big name in a very popular, yet childish amusement park. But i denied it and asked him if i can keep the note instead. Before I Ieft, I told him I won’t forget him either and hopefully I’ll see him under different circumstances in the future.