Sunday, January 5, 2020
Automatic Sliding Glass Doors Whoosh Open - 1572 Words
Two automatic sliding glass doors whoosh open. You walk in, nervous and scared faces surround you. A stale bleach smell fills your lungs. Men and women, young and old dressed in varying shades of blue scrubs file paperwork, pound on a keyboard, or chat with patients families. You are in the Desert Springs emergency room in Las Vegas, Nevada. People say that it takes a special kind of person to work in the emergency room. Someone who can handle the most unsightly wounds, someone who can forget everything theyââ¬â¢ve seen as soon as they walk out the door of the hospital, someone who works well under pressure, and someone who can put up a front to handle patients families even in worst case scenarios. But who really are these employees? Is it as easy as they make it seem to forget about a patient who you just witnessed take their last breaths or tell a crying mother that their son may never walk again? The emergency room was slow and sleepy, a patient limps in while others waited fo r bandages or medication for an allergic reaction. The nurses sat casually at a desk labeled ââ¬Å"Emergency Room Check Inâ⬠. Almost as though they had their own language, they barked orders at each other. ââ¬Å"22 needs to be cleaned nowâ⬠and ââ¬Å"When was the last time alphaââ¬â¢s heart rate was taken in 4?â⬠I approach a young female nurse who asked that I donââ¬â¢t use her name, weââ¬â¢ll call her Pixie because of her whimsical ear length hair style. I ask Pixie, ââ¬Å"Is there some sort of unspoken ER language?â⬠She looks
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