Code Blue Room 352

“Code Blue, ER. Code Blue, ER”. I can still hear that calm, unalarmed voice over the intercom. Seconds later, John Doe, a 50-year-old male, is rushed in through the double doors of the Emergency Room with an EMT pounding on his lifeless chest. Although the medical staff had been preparing for some time, it still appeared like a scramble to resuscitate this man’s life. It was my first shift as a medical scribe; I had no idea what to expect. While paramedics shouted the jargon-filled report, the surrounding chaos was quieted by the physician who maintained the room's composure. The instant the pulse was obtained, I was overcome with a foreign feeling that can only be described as pure exhilaration as if the epinephrine injected into the patient manifested its effects on me.

During this day, I was assigned to care to one of our sick residents and based on my assessment, her condition shows no sign of improvement from her chest infection so I checked her vital signs specifically her respirations. After assessing her, we rang in the GP to inform him about the condition of his patient and asked him to schedule a visit. Also, in the afternoon, we had a new admission from Eversley. Firstly, we greeted the patient, introduced ourselves and oriented the resident to the unit. Secondly, the nurse from Eversley informed us about the relevant information about the patient’s

Nearing the end of my shift in the Emergency Department, I was requested to accompany a patient while the nurse readied the discharge papers. Upon entering the bay, I met a very small and fragile patient who was anxious to go home. Conflicted between my primary duties and responsibilities to complete training for two inexperienced volunteers, I decided to put forth my interests in teaching by demonstrating compassionate care to my trainees. Although the patient repeatedly refused my assistance, I gave my best effort to calm her as I cloaked a warm blanket around her. As I listened to her confide in me of all of her hospital anxieties, I was shocked from the lack of quality care she had received which made her feel more sick after the first

During my first day of clinical, I encountered an issue that I believe is very significant. As a student nurse, our duty for this day was to follow our health care aide around the ward and assist in completing resident care. The resident required assistance in many of her daily tasks. The health care aide asked if I would perform one of those and do perineal care for her. I turned down her offer because I did not feel comfortable with my skill level. The resident had a bowel movement during the night. There was a significant odour in the room that overwhelmed me. I really wanted to leave the room because it was so unpleasant, but I stayed in the room so that the resident would not be embarrassed. This feeling of embarrassment, I assume,

So when my mentor Mary and I were preparing the trays we made sure that everything he wanted was on the trolley. As I was working under supervision of Mary and the Circulating nurse Mark, they were explaining to me about the importance of preparing the theatre according to each surgeon’s preferences. After all the necessary checking’s and preparations in the anaesthetic room done, Mr Dillon was brought into the theatre after he was given general anaesthesia and Mr Mann started the surgery. Everything was going well until Mr Mann started to fix the tibial implant. As per surgeon’s instructions we had it ready but unfortunately the ‘71’ size he had requested was a bit smaller and he asked for a ‘73’ size. But Mary told him that it is not available in the tray so she asked me to get it from the tray room. Mark left me to go on my own to the tray room and I could not find it. I was afraid to go back into theatre to tell the surgeon. When I finally went back and told, the surgeon that I could not find it, he started shouting. Mary stepped in and told me to go with Mark so I could see where it was kept. That made the surgeon to calm down. We ran back again and got it. Mary, Mark and I were so relieved. The time taken for such a small incident was almost 10 -15 minutes which was really stressful to the whole team and very dangerous to the patient. Luckily everything went

My day started off pretty well. I am familiar with 3C because my mom is a nurse on that floor. I found the respiratory therapists’ lounge without a problem. I walked in with one of the respiratory therapists and she told me that they all were expecting me, and thanked me for coming on time. I sat in on their meeting, which they do every morning at the beginning of their shift. In the meeting, they went over hospital regulations and reminders on how to use certain devices correctly so there are no errors. Also, they went over hand hygiene. Over all, the respiratory therapists averaged to a 95% of washing their hands in and out of a patient’s room. The manager stated that some of them were only at 50% though. Honestly, that grossed me out. I am a germaphobe. I always have been

I asked Mrs. Arrick, what happened. Mrs. Arrick advised me that Mrs. Leann Mercer came into her office and stated that she was about to pass out. Mrs. Mercer started jerking and not responsive. Mrs. Arrick immediately called code blue.

During my clinical competency placement, I was working on a surgical ward when a registered nurse on duty asked me to assist Mr. A with his shower. This incident happened on the fifth day of my clinical practice. He was a dementia patient and had undergone right knee total joint replacement. She also informed me that the patient did not like too many people in his room because of his dementia. When I went into his room, his wife was there with him. I talked to the patient about having a shower and getting dressed to look smart and he agreed to have a shower. The patient got out of the bed and walked to the bathroom and sat on the shower chair to have his shower. Then I asked his wife if I needs to stay with him to assist with shower, she said she can help him as she was taking care for him at home since he has been diagnosed with dementia. Therefore, I left the patient with his wife to help with his shower and told her to ring the bell if she needs any help. After some time I left the room, the wife rang the bell. As soon as I entered the room, I heard him shouting at his wife and she started crying and left the hospital. So I had to stay with him. He was very capable of washing himself and I just had to help him wash his back as he requested. After he had washed, I asked him if he was ready to get out of the bath, he started shouting at me.

We arrived at Clearview at 2231 Hrs. and took the patient to room 14. I went back outside and began to put our unit back together when Supervisor Carlock approached me and in a very agitated voice said: “WHY DID YOU PULL OFF?” Surprised, I said “What are you talking about?” He said loudly, “I TOLD YOU TO STOP AND YOU DIDN’T!” I replied, “Jeff was telling me not to stop because we had a pulse back.” He said “I DON’T CARE WHAT JEFF SAID, I’M YOUR SUPERVISOR AND I TOLD YOU TO STOP!” I said “Dennis, I think you’re talking to the wrong person, you need to be talking to Jeff, I was doing what he told me to do.” He replied “WHO’S YOUR SUPERVISOR, WHO’S YOUR SUPERVISOR, I AM, NOT JEFF, YOU DO WHAT I SAY!” I said ”yes, you are the supervisor, but at that moment I was doing what the Paramedic in charge of patient care was telling me to do, and what I felt was best for the Pt., since we had a 41 Y/O patient who had a pulse.” He said “I DON’T CARE, YOU DO WHAT I SAY!

She introduces herself as Dr. Vanessa and just when I think that I'm in heaven a young Asian girl in her early twenties she has a face of innocence. The girl was about 5 and a half feet tall wear tight pink scrubs and she had her hair gathered up into a ponytail. Dr. Vanessa kindly explained that she has taken a young medical student under her wing, then she asks if her intern may stay to observe and practice. In the back of my mind I have the vilest thoughts but a gather my composure and give her permission. Dr Vanessa steps out to allow her intern to take my vitals. I awkwardly begin to strike up a conversation while she is taking my vitals I learn that her name is bekka and she has been in med schools for one year. I figure that I have nothing to lose so I tell her a crude joke and to ,y surprise she loses her composure and abruptly laughs but, before I can react she returns to her serious persona. Bekka opens the drawer and removes a thermometer and some KY jelly. nearly smilling she asks me"have you ever had ur temperature taken rectally." I have a face of pure shock point at my genitals and she responds with a nod. The next thing I hear bekkha snapping one a

Jack, a 5th grade boy in room 105 Ms.Stretchberry has been working a unit in their class. They are learning about poetry and how to write it jack has discovered several things about poetry. For example, he has learned how to use repetition, imagery, onomatopoeia and different types of poems. For example one thing he has learned is how to use is repetition like when he said ‘’my brain is pop pop popping’’ page 35 he was using repetition. He was using repetition since the words were repeating (pop pop popping).In addition to repetition he has discovered to use imagery an example of him using imagery is when he said ‘’long red tongue’’, ‘’big black eye’’

During a late shift on the ward, my mentor asked if I would stay with Mrs Smith whilst she gave out medication in order to ensure she wouldn’t be left on her own and fall. I introduced myself to Mrs Smith and sat with her in her room. It became apparent to me quite quickly that she was obviously very confused and she was not fully aware that she was in a hospital, as she repeatedly asked me where she was. On being told she was in hospital she would say no and shake her head. It wasn’t long before she asked me when her husband would be there to take her home, to which I replied

I had the chance to shadow Carlson through a family friend that she works with. I have always been fascinated by emergency medicine, so I was naturally very excited to shadow her. Through email Carlson told me her shift was from 10am - 6pm. She also told me to wear comfortable shoes, since her job is very faced-paced. I arrived at Parkland Medical Center at 9:55. I checked in at the front desk in the emergency room. I waited for fifteen minutes, the lady at the front desk said she was caught up with a patient. “Already?” I thought, I knew then I was in for a busy day.

“Code blue in the emergency department, all personnel to room three.” These words droned over the loudspeaker, again and again, sending every trained staff member into a state of emergency. Code blue: the signal for an adult medical emergency. In a matter of seconds, the head nurse gave each staff member their orders and like an efficient machine, everyone went straight to work. My instinct was to run. Right in front of my eyes a patient’s heart had ceased to beat. The room filled with urgency as I filled with enough panic I nearly choked on it. With difficulty, I swallowed the lump in my throat containing all my fear and looked to my internship supervisor for instruction. It goes without questioning, nothing can prepare someone for what I

When I woke up, I was surprised to find a weird, padded board with red and green stripes on it, wrapped up onto my arm so it would stay. I was told that they could not get my elbow back in and I was transferred to a different hospital. I didn’t enjoy the presence of the people in the second ambulance with me nearly as much as I liked the first two people because, they weren 't nearly as good at comedy. Although, second ambulance made me feel a bit safer because I had already experienced what riding in an ambulance was like. I was familiar with the white interior and the medical equipment with bright red crosses on the cover hanging on the walls. I had already known the pain in my arm as the vehicle bumped into the