"What's that?" I asked with wide eyes.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
"What's that?" I asked with wide eyes.
Friday, July 29, 2011
"S, are you busy? Can you walk this gentleman to the bathroom?" the nurse asked.
I turned on the tap and felt the water. It was cool. "What do you think, Mr. Pantsy?"
"No, I think it's soap! What do I do now? Oh God, I need to take them off and scrub them."
"Mr. Pantsy, really, it's going to be ok. The water will dry and you won't see it."
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
CP5 was Mr. Catch. He wheeled into my drunk tank section during my drunk tank shift and was passed out for a little while. Then, suddenly, he screamed, startling everyone in the room, "NO NEED TO CROWD, LADIES, THERE'S ENOUGH OF ME TO GO AROUND, THOUGH WHY YOU'D WANT A PIECE OF THIS IS BEYOND ME."
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
A young woman a few years older than me, Amanda came in with terrible chest pain. When I placed her on the cardiac monitor and a pulse oximeter on her finger, we found that her heart rate was rapid and oxygen saturation very low. Unsustainably low. She was gasping for breath and bathed in sweat. Her large eyes locked mine and I couldn’t look away. Although the day was very busy, I stopped in her room every minute or so to silence the alarms that sounded for her elevated heart rate and breathing rate.
Soon after, worried about the effort it was causing her to breathe, the attending physician gently spoke into her ear. Amanda, we want to help you. We are afraid your body won’t be able to sustain the effort of breathing anymore, so we want your permission to put you to sleep for a little while and let a breathing machine help you. She did not have the energy to resist. There was something seriously wrong with her and she knew it. She had to put faith in the system, in us. Keep this safe for me, she said removing her engagement ring from her finger, S, thank you so much for being here for me.
She grasped my hand as I heard “Push the etomidate.” Help me, she murmured dizzily, help me, I don’t want to die. “Twenty of sux,” and her hand went limp in mine. Her sister and fiancée came in a few minutes later. Seeing her on a ventilator, he began to wail, baby, baby, I love you, oh God, throwing his arms around Mandy’s sister as the world spun around them. When they calmed down to soft sobs as we transported Mandy upstairs, I gave him her ring. I will never forget the look he gave me as his eyes welled up once more- "thank you so much for all that you all have done for her."
Finding out she died that night was like a physical blow. I was winded. I was with her at the last moment of consciousness she ever knew. What did I do to deserve that honor?
I am not sure, but in the months since I briefly flitted into the life of Mandy and others like her, I have found that there is too much in this world to live for and too many people who want to live who can’t.
Live, love, and appreciate the people you have. Anything can change in a moment.
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
S: Well, Mr. Pesto, have a good night. I wish you the best of luck.
Mr. Pesto: Well I'm pesto-something! Message me sometime so I can have yours! Maybe we can hang out. ;-)
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Ms. E pulls up her shirt. DOES THIS LOOK PREGNANT TO YOU??
Ms E: I gotta rash! One is between my legs and the other is under my breasts. Can you take a look for me?
Monday, July 18, 2011
I love working on the helipad. I am not there very often, but I always get a rush when I hear "lifestar tech report, lifestar tech report" on the intercom.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
"Well, that's why you're here, so they can prevent that from happening."
"You think this is drunk? This is how I always am. Usually I would still be drinking. But I guess I'll wait on that. But please, can you check to see if the dinner cart is here?"
I barely sat down when I heard...
"I won't run away, promise."
"You're going to have to wait, I'm sorry."
"I really appreciate it though, it was the first time I ate anything in weeks."
"I just drink. I use all my money for drinking. You can call me Lister."
"What is your drink of choice? Dubra?"
"Why do you have a gun?"
"How does your daughter feel about your drinking?"
"Has she ever come here?"
"No, she usually goes to (other hospital in the city)."
"I don't like the way she treats her mother. I get mad at her when she tells her mother to **** off. (shrug)"
I took a chance on him.
"Listen, you're a real special girl. Just beautiful. If I had a nice girl like you, I'd quit drinking."
"Will you come visit me?"
"That's ok, honey, I usually don't eat anything for weeks. Just alcohol. Thanks for the one earlier today."
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
IE: Oh yeah, that's because it just took so long and I was feeling better... (trails off)
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Great. Now I feel like a pervert.
"More?" She nodded.
Monday, July 11, 2011
According to UrbanDictionary.com:
I heard a mental gasp from everyone around me as the facade of honesty and pure youth lifted from their faces.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
"So that means that you are pretty useless, since you're not a nurse or a doctor or anybody important."
"According to that definition, I guess am pretty useless, Chris."
Thursday, July 7, 2011
"Of course, dear."
A security officer pulled me aside later and told me: Mr. LOM was once a very prominent, well-known lawyer who was lately placed into a nursing home for advancing dementia.