Posts Tagged ‘E.R.’

i’m listening…

Last night it was pretty quiet on my ER shift except for this Jersey Shore-ish family, “The LOUDS” who made a scene in the Hallways, in Triage, in Trauma — basically everywhere they felt they had an AUDIENCE!
Then —

SECURITY to Room 16 STAT!

—  and like eight security guards rush in to break things up.

But other than that, it was actually uneventful. So I took eavesdrop-notes (on my Post-its) because even though I think I’ll always remember the hospital’s conversational gems, I don’t always.

I don’t think I’m breeching PATIENT CONFIDENTIALITY (at least I hope not!) because I’m not naming any names. Read the rest of this entry »

you can do it!

We all have different styles when it comes to reacting to stress. Some of us have a gut-reaction, which results in an IUR (immediate uncensored response). Others need time to process. There’s not necessarily a good or bad way – whatever our way is, it’s ours.

take it easy!

Like Anthony Chan our Triage Nurse for instance:  One never has to wonder what Anthony is thinking – he can be judge-y, abrupt, off-putting… but you always know where you stand with him. Read the rest of this entry »

I highly recommend it

Flirting is fun, free and invigorating. You can do it wherever you are, whenever you feel like it (usually).  It’s an easy smile and a little oomph added to the day. It can be the smallest moment that doesn’t lead to anything, or it can be the beginning of something big. Regardless, it’s what makes an ordinary day a little more interesting and it’s usually not planned —  it just happens organically.

Flirting is Most Interesting When You Least Expect it —

This cute anesthesiologist I’d never seen before — Dr. P — was passing through the ER during my shift last Thursday asking if anyone had scissors. No one did. I offered to help and knocked on Feng the Storekeeper’s door. Feng’s the go-to guy when I need to restock the Triage Coloring Books or find some random thing that’s usually stocked in an ER Room, but missing.  Unfortunately scissors were “on order.”

So I tracked down hottie Dr. P and relayed the bad-scissors-news. Read the rest of this entry »

if you mean it, say it!

Feeling Appreciated —

• motivates us
• moves us
• connects us

When we FEEL APPRECIATED, we want to go the EXTRA STEP; feel that good feeling again. It’s such a HUGE element in just about every relationship and it can make the difference between THINGS WORKING OR NOT.  When we stop feeling appreciated, we feel like giving up—or finding something or someone  else .  Feeling “Taken For Granted” is the BEGINNING OF THE END.

I mean, listen to your friends complaints about almost any relationship… (does this sound familiar?) — Read the rest of this entry »

Now what?

Recently I was rushing to my ER shift (late as usual) and got into the WRONG hospital elevator. Wrong because for my first time ever, it wouldn’t open. Like many, I’d played out this scenario countless times before, wondering how I’d deal with it.

Would I:

• Be Claustrophobic?
• Be Panicky?
• Calm others?

Actually my first thought was:

At least I’ll have a good excuse for being late. Read the rest of this entry »

Inhaling a bunch of BS

Hospital Employees say the craziest things when they think no one’s listening —  in the Halls, in the Elevators, on the Stairs, in the Restrooms, in the Parking Lot — need I go on?

The thing is —

In the Hospital EVERYONE’s Listening!

Can’t use names of course (Hospital Policy) — but there’s no law against using initials. So here’s the first post (of MANY, I’m sure) called: “Doctors Say The Dummest Things.” Read the rest of this entry »

stay open to possibility

Yesterday I got a DM from a Twitter Follower asking why I didn’t do a “Happy New Year Resolution Post” again this year. Oops! What did I write last year? Feeling brave I took a look at my lofty 2011 goals to DO, BE and GIVE more!

So much easier said than done —

I won’t start with excuses. I really did try. Some things went better than others. You’ll see. Um, maybe we should go in reverse order: Read the rest of this entry »