And the ground shook
If I had to make one sweeping generalized statement about the ICU, after 2 weeks of being there, it would be that life ceases to exist outside its four walls. For both patients and staff. I mean, there was a freakin’ earthquake yesterday, and that hardly put a dent in the carrying on of the beeps and dings that is the ICU.
“Did you feel that?”
“Yeah, what was that?”
“hmm, must of been”
I happened to exit the unit for a brief moment after the quake and head out into the general hospital. It was a low grade pandemonium, people everywhere, out in the hallway, chattering on about it, calling loved ones, practicing hiding in doorways, wondering if we should all evacuate, just carrying on in general. I’m not saying these people were wrong for getting all worked up, but it was just a contrast to the way people responded inside the unit. And it’s not intentional either. I don’t try to be all super focused or anything like that, but while you are there in the unit, it’s hard for any other aspect of life to penetrate in. As a counterbalance, I make an effort to call, message or email Mrs ERJ once a day during a shift, just to try to remind myself that I have a life outside of here that needs attending to as well.