Aftermath of a Code Crimson at my hospital the other night. My friend works in the ER and took this photo and sent me the following:
“Car rolled three times, became on fire. Transported to us for intubation then supposed to be transferred to ________ [higher acuity hospital omitted for HIPPA reasons] but then she coded. She was a mess. Blood everywhere. Bones sticking out of the skin. Adipose tissue out. Depressed frontal skull fracture. Mid forties. She died.”
The aftermath of a life not saved.
The life of a nurse..
Sometimes I sit in bed mentally berating myself.
Why I can’t be happy? Why I can’t be the person I used to be - the one people used to enjoy spending time with? What the fuck is wrong with me?
Nothing makes you feel more like a piece of crap than when everyone in your life simply ignores you.
Ah, but is he hot?
He’s not really my type, but the general consensus is - yes, he’s very good-looking. And if he brings us cakeballs he must be a winner, right?
One of the coolest Hospitalists at work bought cake balls for the nursing unit yesterday. Doctor Peeta much?
This is one of the major bridges in my hometown right now closed down because of the ice jams. Welcome to the Midwest.
That was seriously a once in a lifetime occurrence haha. I’m so happy that it was a highlight of your week though. And while I would probably not get psyched about the Lego movie, the popcorn is definitely something to get excited about. I’m too cheap to buy snacks at the movies.