I have been lurking for months, maybe close to a year now. I'm in the middle of a career change to nursing; I left the financial industry in October, got my CNA and a lower paying job than I left, and started on the pre-reqs for my 2nd degree bsn program.
Fast forward to Dec. 23rd. I start on the oncology floor at my local hospital as an aide. Needless to say, this is a small floor that only uses 1 aide for 11 beds, so we run our tails off most days. Tuesday, I literally did not sit down all day, except for a 10 minute lunch in the back while charting. Wednesday, my aide supposed to be training me no called no show, so I was on my own. At 3, they found someone to help me, and by 6 pm we were caught up and getting things organized to give report. 6:15 I go clean up and turn one of our compassionate care patients who is now unresponsive, etc etc. While walking out of that patients room, I hear a chime.
What is that? Call light? No. Bed Alarm? No. OH CRAP!!!!! Then came the words "Code Blue. 5th floor. Oncology"
Okay- who? Where? What now?
All I can think is "I'M STILL IN FREAKING ORIENTATION! WE DIDN'T GO OVER THIS!" The only death I saw in my training was a peaceful passing in the nursing home during clinicals. Nothing like this.
So of course, adrenaline kicks in. I have to figure out wth I'm supposed to be doing! I walk into the room where one of the nurses is trying to suction (the pt aspirated), the tech is grabbing the crash cart, and i start pulling crap out of the room. Within seconds it seems the room is full of doctors, RT, etc etc. So then I step back and just watch. I did a couple of sprints to the clean storage and linen, etc but mostly just observed.
I really wish I could describe my feelings a bit more, but it was so AMAZING to see that code team spring into action. WHAT TEAMWORK! I felt like I was in a tv show. My memories are so dazed now... It's all a blur. Someone start compressions. Nurse rattling off brief history. Charging. Everyone clear. Shocking. Nothing.
Continue compressions. Yelling for drugs, calling out times to the recorder. Charging. Clear. Shocking. Nothing.
Are we gonna call it?
Let's try one last time. Charging. Clear. Shocking. HE'S IN A FIB!
But then... there's no room in the ICU. REALLY?!? Someone call House Sup he is going to ICU.
I don't know how they found a place for him that quickly but within minutes they were on the elevator to ICU.
But now what? I'm left on the floor trying to sort out my emotions, my actions, what should I learn from this?
So I do the only thing I know to do to help: check on all my patients and proceed to clean up the room from the chaos. It seemed dumb at the time, just some mindless task to be done, but now I get it. It was my own form of closure on the events that just happened. I'm not capable of making life sustaining decisions yet, but I know that sometimes you just have to pick up the pieces and do the best you can.
Hello all!
I have been lurking for months, maybe close to a year now. I'm in the middle of a career change to nursing; I left the financial industry in October, got my CNA and a lower paying job than I left, and started on the pre-reqs for my 2nd degree bsn program.
Fast forward to Dec. 23rd. I start on the oncology floor at my local hospital as an aide. Needless to say, this is a small floor that only uses 1 aide for 11 beds, so we run our tails off most days. Tuesday, I literally did not sit down all day, except for a 10 minute lunch in the back while charting. Wednesday, my aide supposed to be training me no called no show, so I was on my own. At 3, they found someone to help me, and by 6 pm we were caught up and getting things organized to give report. 6:15 I go clean up and turn one of our compassionate care patients who is now unresponsive, etc etc. While walking out of that patients room, I hear a chime.
What is that? Call light? No. Bed Alarm? No. OH CRAP!!!!! Then came the words "Code Blue. 5th floor. Oncology"
Okay- who? Where? What now?
All I can think is "I'M STILL IN FREAKING ORIENTATION! WE DIDN'T GO OVER THIS!" The only death I saw in my training was a peaceful passing in the nursing home during clinicals. Nothing like this.
So of course, adrenaline kicks in. I have to figure out wth I'm supposed to be doing! I walk into the room where one of the nurses is trying to suction (the pt aspirated), the tech is grabbing the crash cart, and i start pulling crap out of the room. Within seconds it seems the room is full of doctors, RT, etc etc. So then I step back and just watch. I did a couple of sprints to the clean storage and linen, etc but mostly just observed.
I really wish I could describe my feelings a bit more, but it was so AMAZING to see that code team spring into action. WHAT TEAMWORK! I felt like I was in a tv show. My memories are so dazed now... It's all a blur. Someone start compressions. Nurse rattling off brief history. Charging. Everyone clear. Shocking. Nothing.
Continue compressions. Yelling for drugs, calling out times to the recorder. Charging. Clear. Shocking. Nothing.
Are we gonna call it?
Let's try one last time. Charging. Clear. Shocking. HE'S IN A FIB!
But then... there's no room in the ICU. REALLY?!? Someone call House Sup he is going to ICU.
I don't know how they found a place for him that quickly but within minutes they were on the elevator to ICU.
But now what? I'm left on the floor trying to sort out my emotions, my actions, what should I learn from this?
So I do the only thing I know to do to help: check on all my patients and proceed to clean up the room from the chaos. It seemed dumb at the time, just some mindless task to be done, but now I get it. It was my own form of closure on the events that just happened. I'm not capable of making life sustaining decisions yet, but I know that sometimes you just have to pick up the pieces and do the best you can.