Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays, #8

(This is the third installment of my position as a psych tech on an adolescent crisis unit You can recap by clicking the links below.)

I was working with “N.” A brilliant young adult who was a senior in high school. He had obtained his piolet’s license and was set for an ivy league school the following fall. “N” had been on the unit with us three times before. “N.” suffered from severe depression. He was nearing the end of his 4th stay with us and was doing incredibly well. That afternoon he was in good mood, and he asked if we could play a game of scrabble later in the evening with two other patients. He would be getting released tomorrow so I happily agreed! “N” had been my patient 3 of the 4 times he was with us. (One of my favorites.)

I was working on my paperwork when I heard a float nurse arguing with a female patient named “A”. This patient, “A,” was extremely violent, she came to us because she had ‘knifed’ another female for ‘flirting’ with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend was a well-known skinhead and had attempted to ‘break her out’ twice. I gotta give the guy props for attempting, but we were a lock-down treatment facility. It was harder to get in then get out.

The flu was going around, and we were short staffed, so we were running at about 50% regular staff the rest were ‘float staff’ from an on-call temp agency. The nurse who was arguing with “A” was 8 months pregnant, she was an in your face kind of gal which may work on other units but not on a crisis unit and definitely not with “A.” I got in between them.

I got “A’s” attention, told her to go chill out in her room, please and thank you. I said quietly to the nurse to lock herself in the staff room, now! Then it was just “A” and me. She had walked towards her room, but she hadn’t gone in it. Standing by her door, she asked me if I thought she could break down that office door because she wanted to kick that nurse in the stomach and kill her baby.

(Shit! Kim, just look bored and non-threatening, show no emotion… giver her room, all the other patients are in music therapy and safe…)

I leaned against the wall about 10 feet from her, I looked at the office door, never letting “A” out of my line of sight, then I focused my attention on “A” and said,

“Naw, that door is reinforced, you’d be wasting your time.”

“What if I beat you up?”

“Why? Isn’t there something else you can do since everyone else is in class?”

“I want to do my laundry.” (This was a big privilege for positive behavior… I wasn’t going to let her do that especially since she was refusing therapy and threatening a pregnant nurse.)

“Well, head to your room and take 15, we will talk about it more after you take your 15.”

(This meant she’d be on room restriction for 15 minutes.)

At that exact moment, one of my fellow techs came around the corner, and I said, “Hello, I think I’d like to see Dr. Green.” He went to call a code, and “A” came at me. I put her on the ground and restrained her, but she was fighting hard! Thankfully the other tech was immediately on her legs, and we held her there. Then like music to my ears;

“Dr. Green Crisis Unit, Dr. Green, Crisis Unit.”

Within two minutes we had all the help we needed, and I lead a safe six-point restraint.

Restraint completed, patient unharmed, safe and secure. All staff involved in 6 point restraint procedure, unharmed. Procedure sheet signed and dated,  return to respective units.

This little incident meant a massive amount of paperwork for me… and I was extremely ticked off that staffing had a pregnant nurse floating to the crisis unit. Out of all the units to put her on, they decided the crisis unit would be the best option? Even regular staff worked in other units once they learned they were pregnant. It was just too risky. Our kids were too violent and way too unpredictable. I spoke with the unit director, wrote out a statement and made sure this would never, ever be accepted protocol again. That was putting not only the nurse in danger but her baby in danger as well.

I had promised “N” a scrabble game and I wasn’t going to go back on my word. We got a group together and had a pleasant evening playing scrabble. I decided to work a double as there was no way I would get all my paperwork done. It was a viable option because the flu short-staffed us! Little did I know that in the next two weeks I’d begin receiving death threats and that “N” would commit suicide. It would be the most emotionally difficult two weeks I would have while working as a psych tech.

(Continued, Before I  Tripped, #9)


Author: I tripped over a stone.

I am happily married to Jeff. We are full-time RVers. We have two Goldendoodles; Dora and Dezzie. I have had Fibromyalgia for over 20 years and have learned a few tricks to deal with it, but it is my stone in the road! I am a Fibromyalgia Advocate. I have co-authored a book, The Shadow Boxers, Fighting Fibromyalgia (your personal journal.) It is available on Amazon and on my blog. I enjoy making Tribe Bracelets, also available now on my blog. Stone in the Road is another blog of mine where I post a collection of stories by bloggers that I follow.

22 thoughts on “Before I Tripped Over a Stone, Fridays, #8”

  1. Compelling reading….but sad. Sad, not only that there are those who can’t be helped, but that your best efforts and intentions often end in frustration. I would imagine that the more sensitive (to the plight of others) you are, the harder it is to keep going. I admire, but don’t envy, what you do.

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  2. Oh wow. I’m just getting on board here with these and … wow. My niece works in a group home for troubled teens and has for several years, and she tells me of violent episodes she encounters. But she’s never mentioned anything like this. This is the step beyond, I would say.

    And your writing is so well formulated, I want to add. You hit me with that ending like a thud to the chest. Not to diminish what actually happened – so tragic – but I really do appreciate the way you present the information.

    I will scroll back and catch up on the other entries. You’ve hooked me!

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    1. I was actually asked to start writing more personal posts. “Bits and Pieces” (Bojana said!) So I started ‘Before I Trippe Over a Stone’ on Fridays. I had a life before this disease took it from me. I guess I’m just letting people know I was a regular person with a regular life who got into a regular car accident that changed everything I had worked for. My productive life, not so productive anymore… but I am fighting back and trying to find a purpose again. It is hard to look back on these memories for many reasons, but also, very beneficial. I hope to I am doing a service by writing these Friday posts.

      I have many Tom, best of luck with the reads… you are going to need at least 4 cups of strong coffee, my friend!

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  3. Thank you so much for all the work you have done. Suicide is so hard to live with. My dad always says Death is rude. Dead people never call, they never write… etc. With suicide there is so much additional emotion that heaps on the already difficult grief.
    People like you, people who help keep people in crisis safe, you change the story for so many. I am sorry N lost his battle with Depression but I am certain he was grateful for you.

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    1. Awe. I never wondered if he even thought of me. Makes me a little teary to hear you say that. I so hope he was happy while we spent our last night together playing scrabble and laughing. So much laughter that eve… Thank you Misty, that message is a gift. ~Kim


        1. I am flaring now that I am over the costochondritis but I expect to be in a low grade flare until the weather calms… nothing I can’t handle. How is the weather treating you? Are you doing OK? Are the temps changing where you are at? I don’t know if you really go through seasons??? I’m trying to figure all this out with the temps, barometers, blah, blah, blah… lol

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          1. I’m in Palm Desert, Ca. The weather is gorgeous! So beautiful out! Wish it could just stay like this 390 days a year.(I would be alright with the rain 5 days a year. It’s kinda like that now. Hardly no rain ;( I love the rain. I’m doing good. All settled in. I wish you a wonderful Easter honey. Please..feel better!


          2. I’m in Palm Desert, Ca. The weather is gorgeous! So beautiful out! Wish it could just stay like this 390 days a year.(I would be alright with the rain 5 days a year. It’s kinda like that now. Hardly no rain ;( I love the rain. I’m doing good. All settled in. I wish you a wonderful Easter honey. Please..feel better! Add celery to your diet every day for a week and see how you feel. Let me know.

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