the adventures of a veteran nurse in an inner city ER
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Its a pirates life for me
I'm tired ok? Really tired. The last couple of days have been killers. The kind of days where it is chaos. You don't know what chaos really is until you work in ER. The phone is ringing, the call lights are going off. Someone is screaming, an old person is calling nurse. Bed 2 wants something for pain, bed 4 wonders whats taking so long. Bed 5 wants something to eat. Bed 6 some footies. Bed 7 just vomitted. Bed 8 has to go to the bathroom. I have to call report on bed 9. Bed 10 needs an IV. Has anyone done an EKG on bed 11 yet? Surgery is on line 2. They want to come and get bed 12. Bed 13's packed cells just arrived. Bed 14 needs a cardioversion. Bed 15 is crying about something. Bed 16 needs to come off the backboard. Bed 17's family wonders what is taking so long to get a room. And on and on up to room 30. An alert red alarm was just announced (fire alarm) and the lights are flashing and the bells are ringing. There are two ambulances coming and two people in hall beds. Its 2 pm and I haven't been to lunch. I have to go pee. Someone fainted in the main lobby and their on their way to ER...and on and on and on....til 7 hours later when I finally drag my sorry butt out the door.
I need to have a couple of glasses of wine and put on my pirates hat...har. Yo ho ho...yup I've finally lost it folks.