I just heard the helicopter in the distance. They were faster than expected. It's going to the hospital I just came from.
About half an hour before the end of my shift, there was news of a transfer coming from a community hospital via air. They were dispatching the transfer team ASAP. The phone was ringing off the hook. Calls as physicians far and wide consulted each other.
The ICU doctor on call wanted to speak to our Emerg Physician. Our Emerg Physician needed the Radiologist, CT Tech and Neurosurgeon. Then the trauma team leader.
After everyone was on the phone, the patient was ID'd so we could register them as soon as they arrived. I wrote the info out neatly for the next ward clerk. That way, it would should only take her less than a minute to register the patient and order a stat head CT.
I wanted to be there when the patient came. I wanted to be the one to tend to the family. To direct them where they need to go. To order the stat everythings. To get the right doctors, technicians and specialists on the phone, or better yet, in person.
But I went home. My shift was over.
A few minutes ago, I heard the helicopter. I think I left part of my brain at work. I immeadiatly wanted to get on the phone and start paging people. And then I remembered that some days, you just need to let go.
About half an hour before the end of my shift, there was news of a transfer coming from a community hospital via air. They were dispatching the transfer team ASAP. The phone was ringing off the hook. Calls as physicians far and wide consulted each other.
The ICU doctor on call wanted to speak to our Emerg Physician. Our Emerg Physician needed the Radiologist, CT Tech and Neurosurgeon. Then the trauma team leader.
After everyone was on the phone, the patient was ID'd so we could register them as soon as they arrived. I wrote the info out neatly for the next ward clerk. That way, it would should only take her less than a minute to register the patient and order a stat head CT.
I wanted to be there when the patient came. I wanted to be the one to tend to the family. To direct them where they need to go. To order the stat everythings. To get the right doctors, technicians and specialists on the phone, or better yet, in person.
But I went home. My shift was over.
A few minutes ago, I heard the helicopter. I think I left part of my brain at work. I immeadiatly wanted to get on the phone and start paging people. And then I remembered that some days, you just need to let go.
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I was standing in my kitchen one day in the late 80's and heard an ambulance. I turned around with my hands on my hips and thought "Now where am I going to put them!"
Time for a vacation....
Leaving work at work is very hard to do, and whenever I hear an ambulance I instantly want to throw my scrubs on and run over to the hospital. Yet, if you're there all the time you're going to get burnt out. By the way, I love the title of your blog, I could live in scrubs(I practically do!). If you're looking for low price scrubs, check out Cherokee Medical Nursing Uniforms at Scrubs-Max!
this is exactly how i felt coming home after my shift today... =)
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