I dont not even know where to start this blog. 2 nights ago a patient bled out in our trauma room because her boyfriend stabbed her 15-20 times in the chest and abdomen....and then I drive home and try to sleep and live my normal day to day life. I have not been the same.
Christmas eve: Night 1: absolutely not how I thought it was going to go. I figured okay everyone will be home with their families boy was I wrong. I ran my ass all night long. I guess there is more freedom on nights. The Emergency room was really busy but I did my job and went home to get some much needed rest...only GOD knew what was coming the next night.
Christmas: I come in...just clocked in and I run into the trauma room because we have a CPR in process and No Nurses in the room, likely because everyone had super sick patients and everyone was trying to save their lives. Patient had been down about an hour and despite many rounds of ACLS the patient died.
Sometimes I think that if I did not work nights and work with a certain doc I would be behind or miss out on seeing amazing talent and willpower to save a life. Nights are just crazy. Of course this night was extremely busy as the night before. I guess our 50plus bed ER is never a patient short but always short on staff. I ran by the trauma room to see my coworkers performing CPR, gowned and scrambling around and here we go. Here we had a 26yr old female who appears to have taken a significant beating and has been stabbed multiple times in the chest and abdomen, on scene she had a pulse....DR. Amazing cracks the chest, clamps the aorta and starts to manually massage the heart while having one of my coworkers take over he inserts a 5f cordis and everyone is on chairs pressure squeezing blood and fluids into the patient. We tried so hard...but despite the efforts the patient did not make it. Merry F'in Christmas. I felt helpless. immediatley after EMS brings in the "boyfriend" altered mental status who is covered in blood.....how do you switch and now take care of this man? I couldnt do it. Needless to say he medically checked out and is in custody. My coworkers and I could not stop talking about this event all night. Our therapy.
December 26-Sunday: hell....end of story.
Aww im sorry sister. It only makes you a strong nurse and all around person. I love you
ReplyDeleteHoly Moly girl. I can hardly read it I can't believe you had to live it. You are one tough cookie. I'm sure those days are awful but think about all the lives you've touched and saved by just being there. You're amazing! I love you!
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