Are things maybe getting better where I work?
We had a good weekend. Not too crazy, not so slow that time drags: enough time to actually take care of patients, to get to know them and talk to them and be pleasant, instead of running around like crazy, flinging medications and treatments at them. I really feel as if I made people feel better. (Corny, I know!)
And the icing on the cake for me was when a woman approached me and said, "You probably don't remember me, but you saved my life." It took a second, but I did recognize her. She had come in with excruciating abdominal pain with referred pain to her shoulder, having syncopized--her blood pressure was 75/40 and she was pale. Yup, ruptured ectopic. We got her up to the OR in about 18 minutes flat, emergent transfusion running all the while. I actually recognized her husband first; he had been so worried about her, was crying, and wouldn't leave her side. They both told me that I made them feel so safe, that everything was going to be OK. And everything did turn out to be all right (whew)!
It was really, really nice to hear. Ok, I'm happy to be a nurse again.