She's a Wanderer...
We lost a patient today.
Perhaps I should rephrase.... no one died, we just literally lost someone. As in, I was conducting an interview with the patient's cousin, with the patient seated right outside the door, and when we emerged, she was nowhere to be found.
At this point, 2 things emerged. 1- The cousin mentioned that the patient lives in a locked ward. 2- He also mentioned that last week she managed to get out undetected and go for a walk. I quickly ran down the hall in an attempt to track down the patient while my co-worker called security and asked them to keep an eye out for a little old lady with white hair, wearing light blue carrying a large purse. I could imagine the security guard pointing out that this is a hospital and there are a LOT of little old ladies wearing light blue likely carrying a large purse!
By the time I returned from frantically searching the floor, the cousin had tracked down the patient on the first floor (she'd gone looking for her cousin and managed to get in the elevator and head down the main entrance!). I was relieved to see that she'd been located, but still a little overwhelmed by my fear that we'd lost someone. Amazingly, the patient seemed totally unphased by the entire ordeal. Thank goodness for having no short term memory.
Perhaps I should rephrase.... no one died, we just literally lost someone. As in, I was conducting an interview with the patient's cousin, with the patient seated right outside the door, and when we emerged, she was nowhere to be found.
At this point, 2 things emerged. 1- The cousin mentioned that the patient lives in a locked ward. 2- He also mentioned that last week she managed to get out undetected and go for a walk. I quickly ran down the hall in an attempt to track down the patient while my co-worker called security and asked them to keep an eye out for a little old lady with white hair, wearing light blue carrying a large purse. I could imagine the security guard pointing out that this is a hospital and there are a LOT of little old ladies wearing light blue likely carrying a large purse!
By the time I returned from frantically searching the floor, the cousin had tracked down the patient on the first floor (she'd gone looking for her cousin and managed to get in the elevator and head down the main entrance!). I was relieved to see that she'd been located, but still a little overwhelmed by my fear that we'd lost someone. Amazingly, the patient seemed totally unphased by the entire ordeal. Thank goodness for having no short term memory.
posted by Rachel @ 9:04 p.m.
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