Saturday, November 21, 2015

Estoy contando los minutos.

The night is drawing to a close and not a single trauma has rolled through those automatic sliding doors with EMERGENCY in red letters written above it. Will the calm last? Only the next 76 minutes will tell.

Very odd for a Friday night/early Saturday morning, but welcome nonetheless. Almost as if karma was making up for last night when I arrived to work to find all three trauma bays freshly filled. Two more traumas rolling in within the hour and the trauma pager signaling two more to soon follow. It had decided to rain yesterday and apparently the people of New York had missed the memo.

The month of nights is moving along. Three weeks down, one and fraction to go. It’s been educational so far. I’ve gotten to put a few tubes in chests and a few catheters in central veins. Need a couple more yet to get the process down pat and be comfortable to do it on my own. But getting past the first couple is the biggest step. Even had the opportunity to put in a chest tube while the patient was being coded. Having someone pumping up and down in an effort to push blood from a patient’s heart throughout it’s body creates a moving target for your tube. I’ll be honest… I didn’t exactly hit the bull’s eye on that, but I’m thankful I at least took the shot. Next time, it’ll be the bull’s eye.

Will plan on heading up to CT once I get off work. It’s a nice thing about being night float; being able to make it to church every weekend. Makes for a rough Sunday night at work, but all in all one can really tell a positive difference.

Much Love.

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