See the current issue of Scrubs Magazine

A very poopy day

iStockphoto

Ever have one of those days where things are just a little, well…. poopy?  And I  mean this in the most literally way.  I had one of those days today. One of those days where there is a full diaper in every room, EVERY time I walked in.  After a while working with kids, I thought I had adjusted pretty well to discovering the unknown in the diapers of little ones.  I thought I could handle it.

I was wrong.  Not only was I wrong, but I was thanking my lucky stars that when I walked into my first patient’s room for the day, the mom wasn’t there, because I was REALLY struggling. Even the gum in my mouth under the mask wasn’t helping, and I was too deep in it already that I couldn’t go grab something to aid with the smell. I didn’t think such a little body could produce such insanely massive diapers. After trying not to gag several times, and having to use two diapers and about 20 wipes just to clean this wiggle worm up, I was finally done, and he was finally clean, and the proud owner of a 480ml diaper.

And the poop didn’t end there. There was the accidental poop in one bed, quickly followed by several smaller ones from my other babies.  And then there was the winner. I didn’t think we could beat our morning’s adventures in poopy-land, but when I received my new admit who had recently received activated charcoal in the ED, I learned that charcoal poop looks a lot like… well…. Charcoal. And  a LOT of charcoal!  Charcoal that just keeps coming, and when you least expect it at that.

It was definitely one of those days – up to my eyeballs in poop – all day. What a relief it was to come home and shower! Only to do it all again next time…

SEE MORE IN:
, , ,

Ani Burr, RN

I'm a brand new, full-fledged, fresh-out-of-school RN! And better yet, I landed the job of my dreams working with children. I love what I do, and while everyday on the job is a new (and sometimes scary) experience, I'm taking it all in - absorbing everything I can about this amazing profession we all fell in love with.
By

Post a Comment

You must or register to post a comment.

shares