Cool Story Bro’, Tell it Again
As I walked into the ED to start my shift yesterday I overheard the attending on the phone “We could take two level 1’s, a level 2 and about 5-6 walking wounded”. After another moment he hung up and turned to the charge nurse. “There’s been a major accident and we’re going to have incoming casualties”. Overhearing this, I could help but doing a little internal fist pump. While obviously I am not excited about people getting hurt, it’s phrases like “incoming casualties” that get your blood pumping and adrenaline flowing, and it’s one of the reasons I love this job. Things rarely turn out to be as bad as they initially sound and we ended up getting only 2 level 2’s and 3 walking wounded, plus a few just walking. The shift didn’t let up from there and I can’t think of a shift where I have been running like I was on this one. It was the first shift were I was managing several really sick people all at once. And while it was hectic, and I probably did a wretched job on my charts, and probably effectively ignored my not so sick patients, I think I did okay in the big picture. I had one guy trying to bleed death out his rectum, another trying to cut off his own oxygen supply, another getting all septic with a hemoglobin of 5. And I had a 1st year medical student trailing along all night who had me constantly fighting the urge to blurt out “Just please stop asking questions for 2 minutes so I can write one complete sentence in my chart here without being interrupted by something”. Not to mention the drunk assholes who were trying to land spit luggies on our desk while we worked. Which was fun in a way as I got to blow off a little steam breaking out a few pressure point control moves while we restrained and masked the guy. Who by the way, was later seen making out another drunk patient in one of the back hallways of the ED, while still restrained. So overall, yeah, it was a pretty awesome night and I pretty much floated home through the late night lights of the city.