There are a lot of reason why I love this job. There are just these moments that happen from time to time, that are nothing short of surreal. Some are grand and chaotic, some are quiet and subdued. Last night was a bit of both, but the part that stuck out was the quiet before the storm. The haste alert goes off, a strange voice is piped into the ED from a speaker hidden deep in the ceiling. ” Attention please, Medic 34 B in route with 42 year old male, unstable vitals, ETA 5 minutes.” Nothing more, only that we need to be ready for whatever is about to come through the doors 300 seconds from now.
Over the past few months, I’ve grown to really enjoy working with the other staff in the ED. Top to bottom the ED nurses and tech’s are a solid bunch, skilled at what they do, but also good peeps. Most with a wicked sense of humor as well. I think I’ve earned their respect as well, and they’ve actually told me such on multiple occasions. There is definitely that easy camaraderie that comes from getting through a few heavy shifts together. It’s a great feeling, knowing that some serious shit might be on your doorstep in a hot minute, that you can trust the people around you. You know they are going to do what they need to do, and they know you are going to do the same. So it’s in those moments before the doors slide open and the medics come barreling in, they are just surreal at times, dressed in full trauma battle gear, a quiet confidence among those gathered to wait, an easy joke passed around. No one knows whats coming, but we know that we got this, whatever “this” may be. And it’s a good feeling, a good moment, one that I think few other lines of work, much less lines of medicine can provide. Just another reason why I love the job.