Code Blue
Death is INEVITABLE.
We all know that. But the concept of it is still so hard to grasp. When my classmate's patient coded and 3 physicians, 2 respiratory therapists, 2 RNs, 2 student nurses, and 3 other people whose credentials I couldn't remember responded to his code, I couldn't help but give in to my sympathetic NS response. I became so tachycardic I had to do the valsalva maneuver. But of course I had to do it really quick and sneakily so nobody sees me or else they'd think I'm about to poop! :-D I didn't get to see what happened since I am taking care of my own patient but according to my classmate's pretty vivid descriptions, when they did their compressions in attempt to resuscitate the pt, blood were shooting off the numerous tubes attached to the guy and that she even had broken his ribs when she was doing chest compressions. They tried to resuscitate him for about 20 minutes before they pronounced him dead.
I've had so many deaths in my immediate family that by now I should've been used to it. My grandparents on my dad's side died before I was even born. My dad followed when I was 7. Then my tatang (grandfather) on my mom's side died when I was 17. My aunt Jul, who took care of my sibs and I (since I was in grade school til I started college) died 2 years ago.
For someone who works in the healthcare field, I know I should get used to this. This is very hard, but then, harder things have been done. I might not be able to completely get used to dealing with death but I guess I could look at it in a different way. But I don't like the clichés that say "oh he/she's gone to a better place" or that "this happened for a reason" or that "God has better plans for him/her." I think those are just bunch of BSs.
I'm still starting my quest in finding a "different way" to look at death. When I'll find the answers I'll let you know. Or if you have any suggestions, feel free to send them to me.
We all know that. But the concept of it is still so hard to grasp. When my classmate's patient coded and 3 physicians, 2 respiratory therapists, 2 RNs, 2 student nurses, and 3 other people whose credentials I couldn't remember responded to his code, I couldn't help but give in to my sympathetic NS response. I became so tachycardic I had to do the valsalva maneuver. But of course I had to do it really quick and sneakily so nobody sees me or else they'd think I'm about to poop! :-D I didn't get to see what happened since I am taking care of my own patient but according to my classmate's pretty vivid descriptions, when they did their compressions in attempt to resuscitate the pt, blood were shooting off the numerous tubes attached to the guy and that she even had broken his ribs when she was doing chest compressions. They tried to resuscitate him for about 20 minutes before they pronounced him dead.
I've had so many deaths in my immediate family that by now I should've been used to it. My grandparents on my dad's side died before I was even born. My dad followed when I was 7. Then my tatang (grandfather) on my mom's side died when I was 17. My aunt Jul, who took care of my sibs and I (since I was in grade school til I started college) died 2 years ago.
For someone who works in the healthcare field, I know I should get used to this. This is very hard, but then, harder things have been done. I might not be able to completely get used to dealing with death but I guess I could look at it in a different way. But I don't like the clichés that say "oh he/she's gone to a better place" or that "this happened for a reason" or that "God has better plans for him/her." I think those are just bunch of BSs.
I'm still starting my quest in finding a "different way" to look at death. When I'll find the answers I'll let you know. Or if you have any suggestions, feel free to send them to me.
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