13 January 2013
Dual Credit English
A Day in The Emergency Room
I had sweaty palms, a flushed face and shaky hands. Needless to say, I was nervous. It was my first day in the ER/ trauma rotation in the hospital and I didnâ€™t know where to go, or who to talk to. Not only was I nervous as can be, but I had no idea what I was getting myself into. A thousand questions raced through my mind, which nurse am I with? Where do I go? What am I going to see?
Apprehensively, I walked down a crowded hallway, shaking at the knees when suddenly, I saw a familiar face! Is that Tyler?!
â€œTyler wait!â€ I yelled. We exchanged nervous smiles and brief small talk.
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Dr. D frantically ran into the room with a monitor of some sort and began pushing buttons. All I heard the whole time were loud beeping noises, along with voices filled with fear.
â€œSuction!â€ somebody yelled and I saw a lady wearing all blue shove a long tube down the patientâ€™s throat. This is the first time I really get to see the large patient. Her eyes were closed, but tears glistened on her cheeks. Her dark hair is brushed back into a puddle on the bed, and her large body lays there, shaking. Moments passed by when I finally realize that I have been staring at this woman for several minutes. I quickly learn that this is the end of her life and I am going to watch this poor lady die, whether I want to or not.
As I am standing there watching this woman, Dr. D comes in and begins to listen to the patientâ€™s heart beat. In what seems like a calmer moment, the tall, red headed lady approaches Tyler and I and begins to explain the details. â€œI am sorry about all of this. Iâ€™m Stacy by the way. I know I shouldnâ€™t have brought you in here, but I had no choice. This patient came in here with an overdose of chemo, sheâ€™s been suffering from leukemia for almost two years, but it looks like she may be stabilized for now. If you need me, Iâ€™ll be over here charting.â€ Stacyâ€™s voice was plain, without emotion. Has she been through this before? Is this routine for her?
Quiet moments passed and I glanced over at the patient, laying there still on the bed. My heart breaks for her. I say a quiet prayer in my head, just hoping that sheâ€™ll be okay. I glance at Tyler, not noticing the tears in my eyes. Holy crap, Al. Stop crying. Heâ€™ll see you crying. Stop it. Stop it now. It took me by surprise when he took me into a warm hug and told me to just pray. It seemed as at this...