*Chief Complaint: Left Shoulder Injury*
*Oh, and New Doc ordered a complete cardiac workup on this one*
Nurse FunnyBone: Ok, ma'am. I have some Toradol for your pain.
Evolving Complaint Lady (without looking away from television, and with perfectly flat affect): Toradol? *Grrrooooooaaaaaaan*. . . . Oh, my mouth hurts sooooooo baaaaaad. It's unbearable.
Nurse FunnyBone: Mouth pain? What kind of pain? Teeth? Gums?
Evolving Complaint Lady (still staring at TV): I don't know, but it's easily 10+ out of 10 pain.
Nurse FunnyBone: Ok. . . Well, I'll let the doc know. . .*New Doc finds nothing wrong with her mouth, but FunnyBone and I were both surprised she didn't order a CTA and maybe even a central line.
Nurse FunnyBone: Ma'am, I have some Tylenol for your mouth pain.
|No sandwich! You STOP that!|
Evolving Complaint Lady (again, without looking away from TV): Tylenol? Well, can I at least have a sandwich? I haven't eaten since noon.
Nurse FunnyBone: No, ma'am. We don't have food down here. Besides, wouldn't chewing aggravate your mouth pain?
Evolving Complaint Lady: Meh.*To her credit, New Doc didn't cave and give any narcotic prescriptions either. She's really good about that. Lady was definitely not happy about that, though!