My resident view of nursing home life of over 21 years. Kathleen Mears won the 2016 American College of Health Care Administrators (ACHCA) Journalism Award winner for her blog at iadvanceseniorcare.com which began in 2008.
Sunday, April 9, 2017
Bedtime PRN mishap
Last night my nurse accidentally gave me a PRN Benadryl at bedtime. He had not had my hall for over a week, and the last time he did, I was taking Benadryl. Nevertheless, he should have asked, and didn't. I already had the pill swallowed and it was too late.
I wondered if the nurses and aides wanted to make sure that I would sleep through most of the night, and thought Benadryl would make sure that happened. I had taken it since January 9 because of difficulty sleeping. I stopped it Tuesday, April 4, 2017 because I felt like it was drying my nasal passages and sinuses up way too much. I also felt it was causing increased appetite and causing fluid retention.
I even discussed all of this with the doctor last Wednesday. He told me it's not a good idea to take antihistamines for any longer than a couple of weeks. He said it would be best to stop Benadryl. Maybe I should've had him write that down somewhere, so the nurses could read it.
Sometimes I feel like I have to write the PRNs I want at bedtime on my forehead, to avoid mistakes. Maybe there is some type of writing instrument that I could use to write a note on my forehead without making a huge mess. I suppose I could use lipstick. Although, it would not be that easy to get off without cold cream.
I wonder how funny that would look to a nurse if "no Benadryl" was written on my forehead. Or, if the aides gels listed the PRNs I want. Maybe I should start putting them on a large piece of paper behind my bed. But, somehow, living in long term care should not be that difficult.
I know it's my fault that it happened. I was engrossed in my hometown book and felt interrupted when the nurse came in. Although, I did make a big deal about seeing him, because he'd not given me meds in over a week. I told him I thought he'd been on vacation. But, he said he'd been here all the time, just working on a different hall.
I need to stop and tell the nurse what I want. Since my door is closed, I no longer see their medicine cart which reminds me that I need to ask for specific PRNs.
I wish all the nurses asked me every time what PRNs I want. Some nurses do it, and it's such a comfort. It makes me feel they're paying attention. If they ask, I know they're not just assuming I want the same PRNs I got the night before. I appreciate being asked.
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