Good ol’ Donnatal.
One of my co-workers has the new Mosby drug book and was looking up a few pharmaceuticals during a spare moment the other night.
Did you know that Donnatal elixir is twenty-three percent alcohol?
On evening shift a few decades ago (literally), I was suffering from horrible stomach pain, enough that I was unable to function. In a unit with only two RNs on duty, this was a problem.
The ER doc on duty said, “Oh, go take two teaspoons of Donnatal and that will take care of it.”
I had no idea what Donnatal was, having never given it before. It was up in the cupboard (this was pre-Pyxis) and I needed to get relief fast . I threw the dose down my esophagus and went back to work.
Well, let me tell you! The Donnatal took care of it, alright.
Not only was it a spasmolytic, it was a mood-o-lytic, too!
Never in the annals of emergency nursing was there ever (nor has there ever been since) a nurse as mellow as I for the rest of the shift.
A 9.0 earthquake on the San Andreas Fault could not have riled me up.
Let’s see: belladonna, phenobarbital and enough alcohol to make a margarita.
No wonder I was mellow!
Hmmm….now I wonder if the ER doc said to take it because it would make me mellow.
Not that I’m high-strung or anything.
(That sound was all of my past and present co-workers doing spit takes of their morning coffee on their monitors.)
“I’m thinking about being a doctor….or a nurse.”
Those exact words came out of the mouth of my seventeen-year-old daughter.
None of my children ever said anything like that before.
After I caught my breath, I said in the most nonchalant, coolest tone possible, “Oh really?”
Can’t get too excited, you know. That would be so like a mom.
Of course, I calmly gave all the benefits of nursing as opposed to medicine (no offense to my medical colleagues) as I feel morally obligated to do my part for nursing recruitment.
She has wanted to be: a vet, a forensic scientist, a coroner, and a crime scene investigator.
At the age of ten, she was reading books by Dr. Henry Lee and taking copious notes on blood splatter analysis. She never missed an episode of Forensic Files. She wanted to go into forensic pathology and do autopsies. Then she would watch “Law and Order” the next night and decide to be an investigator.
All this in-between playing with Polly Pocket.
She is taking Anatomy and Physiology next semester.
We’ll see how it pans out.