The hospital is 24-7 all year long so there are always staff who care for patients overnight. I was the doctor on a night medicine crew for a few weeks recently. That stretch, I worked in a veterans hospital which meant all my patients had two things in common: they were in the hospital and had served in the military.
Here are some snippets from my nights:
- “Let us know if anything changes,” I said as I left the room having been called there because the patient’s heart rate had dipped for a few minutes. They were in the hospital because their heart was beating too slowly. Therefore, any time their heart went even slower it was concerning and I went to evaluate them. On this visit to their room, the patient’s symptoms were unchanged from earlier that night and the night before. They were stable, though lightheaded. How to best manage their heart was being explored by the day team. The patient had insomnia even when not in the hospital. I was holding the sleeping medication they’d used for months because it could make their heart slower. It was our second night together, the patient and I, and we were doing our best to get through it. They watched TV because they couldn’t sleep and I answered pages (yep, in healthcare we still use pagers and faxes), saw patients, and ordered medications as the need arose.
- I stopped by a patient’s room early in the night because they were a “watcher” (someone who was on my “watch carefully list” because they were more likely than others to take a turn for the worse). They had recently turned 80 and were chatty. They glanced up at the news on the TV in the room, “Politics in this country is in a terrible state,” they said. I expressed my agreement. “We got shot at for this,” the patient said, shaking their head and nodding at the TV. Six million responses flashed through my mind; none expressed what I wanted to say. None made the gravity of their statement less.
- I was called to a patient’s room multiple times over several nights. Every time they were writhing in abdominal pain. Every time they had their blanket over their head. What kind of trauma had this grown-up person survived to feel it necessary to hide under their blanket in the hospital? Our workup, so far, was negative. No explanation for their pain. We tried treating constipation and urinary retention. We tried nausea medicine. None of that helped. Tylenol wasn’t working. What else should I try? Should I give this patient another small dose of opioid medication like they got during the day? Were they seeking out opioid medication because they were addicted to opioids or were they just in pain? Did it matter if they were drug seeking because of addiction if their pain was real? Was their pain real? If their pain was real, was an opiate the best tool I had to help lessen it?
- I walked briskly. A patient who was admitted for a small stroke had an evolving headache. Maybe it was just a headache, but I wasn’t going to just give Tylenol and not examine the patient. It would be terrible to miss a second stroke we might be able to do something about. Head and neck pain. Their neuro exam was normal – no weakness or sensation changes. I examined their neck. My heart jumped with joy. There under my fingertips was a good old regular muscle knot. We have great medications for muscle pain. Besides, hospital beds are uncomfortable. When this patient got home (especially if they stretched) their knot would surely go away. Finally, a fixable problem!
There’s something surreal about starting your shift when the sun is setting and driving home to sleep after the sun rises – driving in work traffic going the opposite direction as everyone else on the work-home axis. Some nights in the hospital seemed to move backward and other nights zoomed by. I don’t recommend the night shift and I never will – this wasn’t my first rodeo as we used to say in the ED where I first worked night shift. Yet, this was my first time on nights as a doctor. Night float afforded me more independence than I’d had previously. I grew as the nights trudged on. As I drove home on the morning of my last night shift, I felt a little bit more like a physician than I ever had before. And though tired and excited to transition back to days, the feeling of growth was rewarding.