The Deadwood Insititute Prologue

Meanwhile, elsewhere in Habersham County, Tom was feeling slightly nervous as he exited the staff lounge and entered the hustle and bustle of County Hospital’s ER to begin his first shift as an RN. The first few hours of his shift passed slowly as Tom mostly checked vital signs and listened to patients complain about various aches, pains, coughs, and sniffles. He realized that the attending physician, Dr. Greene, who was rather “old school” in general about how he interacted with nursing staff, wanted to start him out slowly. Tom knew, though, that the paramedics could bring in a trauma patient at any time.

But, from the head of the stairs, a glaring ray of sunshine slid through. A worn, black door stood ajar, making room for the blazing warmth to intrude.

The kitchen was quiet as he opened the door. Through the glass window near the sink, he could see the sun was just starting to rise from behind the once dark horizon. A rooster crowed from outside, signaling the start of the day. A fresh, cool breeze floated in through the open window. On the table was a very small dark wooden bed which had a small heart craved into the centerpiece. It also had a small white mattress, a red and blue sheets, and a beautiful down quilt.

Loud footsteps were heard miles away, sounds as if someone was running. The door was swung open to reveal, Dr. Grisha Yeager with a scared look. The weak male slowly turned his head to the side to see Dr. Grisha with a large needle filled with an unknown medication.

I looked around the cramped waiting room and took a deep breath. I took another one as I tried to sink further into the uncomfortable black plastic chairs that everybody who waited for him sat in.There were a lot of things about this room that made me want to bolt out of the door- the sound the secretary’s long claws made as she typed on her computer, the smell that could only be described as a cross between sterile hospital and forest, Everyone else that was sitting inside of that office pulling at their collars and making noises to draw attention away from themselves, and the big gold letters on the wall that spelled out Dr. Luke Jones M.D..

The patient was sitting in the corner of the hallway, when the clinical staff got engaged with her and explained

Soon the photograph doubled. An almost exact copy, but with a single difference that could have been easily missed if one was not careful. His body raised over the table a few inches higher. His angle, was now only slight.

Across the room, he saw Dietrich Gerber lying on a clean hospital bed, his condition having been stabilized several minutes earlier. Following his stabilization, Gerber’s wounds were being tended by Siegrune and Waltraute. The others in the room were either leaning on the still sturdy walls around them

In order to provide this patient with the best care possible, his nurse tries to contact the physician. It is the weekend and the nurse is only able to page the on-call doctor. She anxiously awaits a return phone call, while explaining this situation to his distressed family. The pain appears to be increasing. Twenty minutes later the physician

Letting out a sour belch, opened his other eye and drew himself up into a sitting position, and was immediately assaulted by angry morning sunlight boring into his eyeballs through his open bedroom window. Slamming his eyes shut against the

The paramedics swerve between the double yellow lines, nearly missing another ambulance headed for a pickup. Quickly parking the truck in the emergency parking, jumping out and grabbing the stretcher. I hop out after them, as a paramedic straddles Tommy, providing treatment and unhooking him from the trucks machines. They burst through the double doors, the wheels of the stretcher screeching on the freshly buffed floor. The only thing I can hear are my pounding footsteps.

He hadn’t slept in days. He wouldn’t sleep until everything was somewhat normal. He had made everyone stay up all night until they had a plan. They didn’t sleep very well that night.

Around two o’clock that afternoon, from out of nowhere the rapid response alarm goes off. Amy, two other nurses, and I rush down four flights of stairs to the first floor to help an older lady who had fallen and felt light headed. She told us she was here to have a MRI done. We took her to the emergency room and informed the nurse of what

Since the nurses did not know their patients after report, there was a delay in proper treatment. The nursing staff therefore did not have sufficient information in order to improve the quality of care. From this incident, the staff then collectively ran through the charts, identifying other precautions for other patients, while trying to minimalize missing any details. The nursing staff was able to realize the unwanted outcome that came from the patient having a seizure and reevaluated the plan of care for this patient.

that her muscles felt weak, she felt dizzy and all of a sudden collapsed. As the staff helped her to her feet and escorted her back to her room then she was put back in her bed. They had to check her vitals to make sure she was ok. The noticed a bruise on her right wrist and asked he was it before. She stated no and the nurse checked her wrist for any fractures and put a topical medication on it. The nurse then proceeded to check her medications and noticed that the dosage of one of them was too high. She then called her doctor to tell him what had happened.