When I learned about codes it was in an ALF where all the sudden I was the only person to get things started till paramedics arrived. Needless to say it was pretty much trial by fire. Thankfully I did marry a paramedic and had heard so many stories that after my first time, I really wasn't too stressed out about them anymore.
I don't know what it is really...I just kinda go into 'code mode', not quite an automatic pilot, but just...well nothing else is happening at all except that code in my mind. That tends to help me. Also realizing that if someone is not breathing, and has no pulse...they are dead, so whatever you do to bring them back is one heck of a big bonus! I mean, I only know of one other being that has ever truely done that..LOL!
But wow, after a code, my adreniline is up so high I think I may start throwing some PVC's of my own! LOL! It is hard to continue working on other patients when all I can think about is that code and going over it in my mind to make sure I did my part right and helped others on theirs. And well...I tend to also have a smile a mile long after a code (if sucessful) and people must wonder "what is she thinking?"....LOL!
I am lucky we don't have many codes on our floor (med/surge ortho), but strokes are something we have to watch for carefully...to bad the signs and symptoms of that aren't typically as clear as most of the pre-code symptoms I have seen. Strokes...now that one scares me since there is virtually nothing I can do but get them down to ICU to start immediate treatments and scans. I kinda feel less involved and helpful in those cases like I do cardiopulmonary codes. (I know I am very important by simply seeing the signs and getting help fast...but you know what I mean...).
THe last code (last week) the poor nurse had JUST been in the pts room and he was fine, then two minutes later she returned with some bed bath supplies and the dude was grey! She called the rapid responce team and I came running to help. First thing I saw was the typcial open mouth no breather, and greyish blue all over....I said "oh no sweety, call the code, this is a dead dude!". I hit the button, freed his IV line, got the bed into CPR mode, and jumped on and started compressions even before the code cart got there..and it was three rooms away! LOL! HE LIVED! But everyone joked about how matter of fact I was when I said so calmly "dead dude"...they said, it certainly stated the point...got action going...and allowed for some giggle time after we were done. LOL!~