80 years old lively and up and about. some epigastric pain for a week or so getting worse making her unable to sleep or stay in any one position for too long. Jane was as sweet as could be. i fell in love, she was my cutie. non st elevation mi is what she was having. and during her evaluation she kept smiling, joking, and laughing while putting off the pain and discomfort. it wasn't clear whether she was trending up or down with her troponins so a waiting game had begun. and my lady put up with it quite well.
hadn't been in the hospital for herself since birth. pretty damn good for an 80 year old. makes you think, we get so many people abusing 911. calling for a 'free' ride to the hospital for a belly ache, leg pain, or a chronic pain they've had for years and just ran out of percocets. all while the people that really need the service end up taking septa and having friends drop them off.
this little cutie of mine waiting hours for a friend to bring her in and she didn't fret about anything. she was obviously uncomfortable, and she was very sick. yet beyond all this she was the most pleasant thing ever. i couldn't have asked for a better patient, and i asked her to never come back as a patient. i told her to visit and say hi, but not be on the same side of the conversation as today.
so to you, the patient that needs to scream and yell and complain...how is it that my little 80 year old can take it, but you cannot? i understand pain is to each person's understanding. but Nana can take it, why can't you?
it is an absolute pleasure to have patients such as this Jane.