the ones that made it
i have so many stories that i have neglected to tell.
i have a few good ones, with good outcomes, which i want to relay.
last night was my last night of trauma call for a while, and it was good beacause we saved someone's life...it's always nice when that happens. because when you're on trauma, that's really what you look forward to. damage control. who know why this person shoots that person, but, as the surgeon, you open them up, and you give them back their life.
if they make it, they re-live those moments in the trauma bay over and over. us cutting off their clothes, rushing them up to the elevator, blood hanging near both hips. they re-live those moments and are thankful for their lives.
yesterday a young man what shot 5 times, and we saved him.
last week i sent home a patient that i had been following from the time i started work...from the ICU to the floor down to the discharge summary, and then packing his diapered 19 year old bottom onto a transport stretcher. when i asked if he was happy to be getting out of the hospital he shook his head and said that he was nervous and didn't want to leave. he looked over at me and grabbed my hand with his mangled, deformed hands and said "you're the only thing that make this place o.k. for me, everyday." i almost lost it right there, but i held it together cause crying in that moment just wouldn't have been right. this is a guy who was in a motor cycle accident, who came into the hospital as a rock...GCS of 1-1-1, which is essentially brain dead. he almost died in the unit so many times. but he's one of the ICU miracles. and i will always remember him as the guy that made it out.
i made him promise to walk back into the hospital and see me when he is better...i know he will.
i have a few good ones, with good outcomes, which i want to relay.
last night was my last night of trauma call for a while, and it was good beacause we saved someone's life...it's always nice when that happens. because when you're on trauma, that's really what you look forward to. damage control. who know why this person shoots that person, but, as the surgeon, you open them up, and you give them back their life.
if they make it, they re-live those moments in the trauma bay over and over. us cutting off their clothes, rushing them up to the elevator, blood hanging near both hips. they re-live those moments and are thankful for their lives.
yesterday a young man what shot 5 times, and we saved him.
last week i sent home a patient that i had been following from the time i started work...from the ICU to the floor down to the discharge summary, and then packing his diapered 19 year old bottom onto a transport stretcher. when i asked if he was happy to be getting out of the hospital he shook his head and said that he was nervous and didn't want to leave. he looked over at me and grabbed my hand with his mangled, deformed hands and said "you're the only thing that make this place o.k. for me, everyday." i almost lost it right there, but i held it together cause crying in that moment just wouldn't have been right. this is a guy who was in a motor cycle accident, who came into the hospital as a rock...GCS of 1-1-1, which is essentially brain dead. he almost died in the unit so many times. but he's one of the ICU miracles. and i will always remember him as the guy that made it out.
i made him promise to walk back into the hospital and see me when he is better...i know he will.
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