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Tuesday, November 25, 2014

an ER doc goes to work



"I’m about to go to work. I’m an emergency room doctor and I work the 10 PM to 8 AM shift."
"What’s been your proudest moment as a doctor?"
"Probably just the moment when I finally felt comfortable— it took about three years, and one day it just kinda clicked. Starting a shift in the emergency room is like the feeling before a giant battle in a movie like Braveheart or Lord of the Rings. You just have no idea what’s going to come through the door. Sometimes five serious cases can come in at the exact same time, and you have a lot of decisions to make, and you have to know exactly how long each procedure takes, and what can wait, and what can’t. I think my proudest moment was when I finally stopped feeling nervous, because I’d reached a level of experience where I could make the correct decisions without thinking about them.”

Doctors and Nurses Fight Back; Proposal to Link Hospital CEO Salaries to Employee Satisfaction Passes Senate

Hilarious story on one of my favorite blogs: the Gomer blog

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Genocide: the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation.

Monday, November 24, 2014

young people die in the emergency room too

Sometimes a couple of hours into a 12 hour shift something bad happens.  Your patient dies. And its a really young patient.

Its really rough. A young life gone. A family in shock.

The thing is this happens in the middle of a very busy day. The day doesn't end because this happens. It goes on. There are more criticals. The lobby is full. You have to move on. You have to move on after you tried to close the eyes of the young patient and they wouldn't close. You move on after you talked on the phone to the hysterical family. You don't get to go somewhere and think about what just happened.

You move on to the next one. The next one could be a stubbed toe. Or it could be another critical patient. You spend the next 10 hours running your butt off. That patient is still on your mind. You are exhausted. Cranky. The shift seems to go on forever.

When you get home, that's when you can think about the patient, wonder about how their family is doing, look at your son and feel thankful he is OK.