We've had an influx of residents recently. One of them calls out for their family and cries at the drop of a hat. And they won't always take the dozen pills or so that they've been prescribed three times a day, plus PRN's. It doesn't matter to them that the pills might make them feel calmer and more comfortable, they just say no as a matter of course.
This resident is at the end of my med pass on that hall. During my entire pass, I could hear them "Joe... Donna...Joe...Joe...Donna." I'm surprised that they're not hoarse by the end of the day. My brain was grated raw by the time I got to their room. I went looking for my charge nurse so I could add some Tylenol to their bedtime cocktail. When I couldn't find the charge, I went outside and took a break. It's one thing to get frustrated with my coworkers. It's another thing to get frustrated with my residents.
When I went back in and found my charge nurse and got permission for the Tylenol, I felt calmer and my resident took their meds with almost no argument. I guarantee it wouldn't have gone so smoothly if I'd have gone in with raw nerves standing out all over. I'm glad I put myself in time out first.