So last night it got busy around 8 pm. My area was full and under control. The area next to mine got slammed with a bunch of new patients while the RN there was busy dealing with her sickest patient. So I pitched in.
A very sick, and very neglected elderly lady was placed in one of the beds. She was confused, and had been for two weeks, ever since she fell at home and wasn't able to get up, according to her family. She was obviously not being taken care of properly at home. She was covered in poop and urine from her knees to her navel (back and front), her butt was excoriated from the poop, and she had some sores on her belly. She would wake up and holler if I tried to move her, but other than that, she was very quiet. She had a raging fever and was probably septic.
I worked her up for the other nurse.
And I cleaned her.
And then she became unresponsive about a half-hour after that. Then she died about four hours later, according to my coworker.
I'm the angel of death. Except that instead of a scythe, I carry a washcloth and towels.