The Tale of Two Toothaches
Posted by WhiteCoat on November 27, 2007
It was one of my “usual” shifts and was busy as all get-out. Multiple admits, two transfers, a code in the ICU I had to run, and the ambulances kept coming like they were on a merry-go-round. Amidst all of this, I was trying to squeeze in the patients who weren’t so emergent but who had been waiting patiently to be seen. A couple times we would get some of the non-urgent patients back to a room, then we’d get an ambulance run and we’d have to ask patients in the rooms to go back out to the waiting room to sit and wait for another room to open up.
Among the non-urgent patients waiting to be seen were several patients with toothaches. The first thing that runs through everyone’s head when a patient comes to the ED with a toothache is “drug seeker.” I try my best to remain neutral. I had a toothache while working one time which ended up being the beginning of a sinus infection. Every time I opened my mouth, my whole upper gumline throbbed. It was giving me a rocking headache. I couldn’t think straight. I sprayed lidocaine on my gums with no relief and eventually stuck a needle in my gumline and did a nerve block on myself because the pain hurt so much. Toothaches are no fun.
Two toothache patients got brought back to rooms at about the same time. Both had been waiting a couple of hours to be seen. I was finishing up admitting a patient and was going in to see one of them when we got another ambulance run.
The nurse went in toothache patient #1’s room, told the patient that an ambulance was coming and that we needed to use his bed. He asked if the patient could go back out to the waiting room and wait a little longer. The patient jumped up off the bed, offered to help change the sheets, and said “No problem at all. I know I’m not an emergency here. Would it be OK if I took my sister home really quick and came back? It looks like I may be here a while longer.”
Shortly thereafter an elderly patient came to the registration window who couldn’t breathe and whose pulse oximeter was in the mid 70s on room air (usually like to see the pulse ox above 92%). The nurse goes into toothache patient #2’s room, says that we need to use the bed for a patient who can’t breathe, and asks the patient to wait in the waiting room. This guy gets mad and says “I was here first.” Again, he was told that he needed to go back to the waiting room. Then he goes into a tirade about how the hospital “sucks” and asks whether “a f%#@ing doctor is ever going to see him.”
Both had legitimate causes of pain. One was an abscess, the other one ended up being TMJ.
Can anyone guess which patient’s chart the nurses put at the head of the “to be seen” list after the two emergencies were stabilized?
Can anyone guess which patient received a shot of pain medicine from the nurse before the doctor even went to see him (as in “Hey WhiteCoat, I’m going to give the guy in Room 3 with the toothache a pain shot, OK)?
I’ll give you a hint … they nicknamed him “the really nice toothache guy.”


November 27, 2007 at 12:41 pm
The old saw “You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar.” came to mind. It’s feels good to help “the really nice toothache guys”. Take care.
November 27, 2007 at 2:11 pm
This is like a parable for the lesson of “you attract more bees with honey than vinegar.”
It wasn’t until after I typed this above that I noticed Rlbats said essentially the same thing! How come there aren’t more patient’s like nice toothache guy #1 who even offer to change the sheets and help? Are you sure you’re not embellishing the story; I mean, that’s so rare to see that sort of courtesy now days.
November 27, 2007 at 8:12 pm
It’s posts like this that I use to try to teach my husband some patience. It’s not working, but at least I can get him to keep his comments directed to me.
November 27, 2007 at 11:15 pm
Thanks for the “hidden” advice!
That reminds me, one time I was at McDonalds and it was really busy. I just ordered one cheeseburger from the dollar menu and as I stood to the side, every other customer was complaining about not getting their food. I waited to get my cheeseburger as everyone else with big orders were getting theirs. As I was finally about to say something after about 5 mins., the manager saw me and was like ‘omg!’ He quickly added in a small fries and offered a desert too (which I declined).
November 28, 2007 at 1:04 am
Wait—-IM narcotics for toothaches? No wonder there were so many toothache patients in the lobby…
November 28, 2007 at 5:46 am
Just another lesson to be nice to the nurses!
November 28, 2007 at 7:40 pm
I’m glad to hear the answer was the nice guy.
I’m one of those “nice” people (although I visit the dentist 4 times a year to avoid such problems) and I always have the feeling that the squeaky wheels get the grease.
November 28, 2007 at 11:28 pm
Good post! I did a guest post for Dr Carone in the MedFriendly blog a couple of weeks ago about being a conflicted patient. Because I worked closely with our ED while working in ED registration for 20 years, I found that these last 2 years (since I became “the” pt)I was conflicted as a pt in a hospital setting because I continually projected my focus on what it is like for the hospital staff to do their jobs and what they are going through. This caused me to not always be proactive with my own health care. It all culminated in my last ED visit back in August in which I had a negative experience and I crumbled like a little girl and turned into a whiny, self pitying pt.-which immediately shocked me because I DO know what goes on in a busy ED. I also concluded that if I who knows better could feel that way then how much more difficult is it for the pts who don’t know the dynamics of a busy hospital? No excuse tho for someone being rude/obnoxious and selfish and ESPECIALLY when the other people are more emergent.
Ginger B - the rude,obnoxiously squeaky “wheels” don’t get the grease but they will have the door gingerly shut behind them when they leave without treatment.
November 29, 2007 at 7:30 am
I’m confused. Do ambulance runs automatically get priority at your ER? Where I work, most of the toothaches, drug seekers and general malingerers arrive by EMS. It means nothing. We triage by complaint, not mode of arrival.
Blows my mind how tiny your ER must be….
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December 2, 2007 at 2:57 pm
Great post! But I see such situations described on several ER blogs, and I’m thinking: the jerk patients never read the blogs, so they miss the warning of what’ll happen if they don’t shape up. The nice patients, whether they read the blogs or not, will usually be nice because they aren’t jerks!
I’ve been in an ER once in my life. Fortunately, the EMTs had given me a morphine shot before we left my house (broke leg), so I was sleeping peacefully, waking only to answer the questions of a woman with a wonderfully kind voice (sounded suspiciously like she was laughing at times and that was reassuring for some reason). Slept through the surgery and all, woke in my room with people standing round the bed. Anyway, I was fine, recovered great. I’m scared of docs and hospitals so am very grateful to have mostly slept through the two and a half days! Now, I think docs and hospitals are wonderful. But I’m not going back.