- Jun 5, 2005
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Perhaps this will all be a bit rhetorical, but seriously why do people feel the need to kill others?
Many people here in ATOT know I work in an inner city trauma hospital ER, and I worked last night. And last night there were 6 homicides...the easy answer is to say oh it's Detroit blah blah blah. But thats tired bullsh!t. It happens all over America every day. What gets us to the point that we don't even value real life? What gets me to the point that when one our the homicides came into the ER as a trauma code one(single gunshot to the chest) and here comes the paramedics their faces grime as they run into the trauma bay performing CPR as they run in, blood everywhere, for a moment everything is just surreal...almost movie like...what gets me to the point that it doesnt even bother me or really truly effect me...
And as they run in all the doctors, nurses, support staff, we all know he's gone. His toes are a grayish blue, as is the rest of his body that isn't covered in blood. The senior trauma physician yells out a question of what was done for this man and how long had he been down. 3 rounds of epi(epinephrine/adrenaline) and 3 rounds of atropine, and 3 shocks at 360, downtime 20 minutes shouts the paramedic. The physician calls for an ultrasound machine and uses it to quickly scan his heart for any activity. For a moment it becomes surreal again as everyone looks at the ultrasound machine. Yet there is no cardiac activity. 0142 in the morning...............Thats it he's gone she yells. No heroics this time...just another victim of senseless violence.
And yet there I was and we all felt the same defeat, you hate losing a patient, especially in a violent manner but at the same time I felt nothing. Like I was numb. Perhaps you wonder what this man could have done if he lived. What was he like, what did he do that someone would so callously take his life? It doesn't make for an easy job sometimes. And sometimes I question what I do. But in the end for all those patients you lose, you also win and save someone and damn does it feel amazing and make all the sufferings, hardship and emotions worth it.....even if just for a brief, fleeting moment. And that moment of saving someones life...it is an addiction and one that I won't mind feeding for the rest of my life...
Just thought I'd share my rambling thoughts with you all...
Many people here in ATOT know I work in an inner city trauma hospital ER, and I worked last night. And last night there were 6 homicides...the easy answer is to say oh it's Detroit blah blah blah. But thats tired bullsh!t. It happens all over America every day. What gets us to the point that we don't even value real life? What gets me to the point that when one our the homicides came into the ER as a trauma code one(single gunshot to the chest) and here comes the paramedics their faces grime as they run into the trauma bay performing CPR as they run in, blood everywhere, for a moment everything is just surreal...almost movie like...what gets me to the point that it doesnt even bother me or really truly effect me...
And as they run in all the doctors, nurses, support staff, we all know he's gone. His toes are a grayish blue, as is the rest of his body that isn't covered in blood. The senior trauma physician yells out a question of what was done for this man and how long had he been down. 3 rounds of epi(epinephrine/adrenaline) and 3 rounds of atropine, and 3 shocks at 360, downtime 20 minutes shouts the paramedic. The physician calls for an ultrasound machine and uses it to quickly scan his heart for any activity. For a moment it becomes surreal again as everyone looks at the ultrasound machine. Yet there is no cardiac activity. 0142 in the morning...............Thats it he's gone she yells. No heroics this time...just another victim of senseless violence.
And yet there I was and we all felt the same defeat, you hate losing a patient, especially in a violent manner but at the same time I felt nothing. Like I was numb. Perhaps you wonder what this man could have done if he lived. What was he like, what did he do that someone would so callously take his life? It doesn't make for an easy job sometimes. And sometimes I question what I do. But in the end for all those patients you lose, you also win and save someone and damn does it feel amazing and make all the sufferings, hardship and emotions worth it.....even if just for a brief, fleeting moment. And that moment of saving someones life...it is an addiction and one that I won't mind feeding for the rest of my life...
Just thought I'd share my rambling thoughts with you all...