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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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Everyone always says “No blah blah blah!” but what if we tried saying, “YES blah blah blah”?

#ThePowerOfPositiveBlahBlahBlahThinking

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[ID: 1. A screencap of Kirk from Miri, saying “No blah blah blah!” to the Onlies, with a red no sign edited on top. 2. The same screencap, with the ‘no’ edited out and replaced with ‘yes’ and a green checkmark on top instead.]

Having all these Star Trek screencaps on hand is enabling me far too much.

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Live,

Laugh,

Grup

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Concept: “YES Blah Blah Blah” and “Live, Laugh, Grup” as a paired cross stitch set

star trek star trek tos miri jim kirk cross stitch no blah blah blah yes blah blah blah live laugh grup i don't know from cross stitch but it's tempting to be fair jim does probably say yes blah blah blah when one of his senior officers is on a rant that only they understand but it makes him happy to listen kid antics though are right out
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Brief

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I had a short post about running my first code. In truth, I ran it for a hot second until our code team came up. But he was my patient and I stuck around for the whole thing. Did compressions. Sent labs. Once it happened, it just…happened. What led up to it was far more impactful. 

The nurse told me to come quick- our patient was short of breath. Now, he was earlier that morning. We got a CXR on rounds and it showed, as expected, fluid in his lungs. We diuresed him and he improved. But then he got nauseous. And the nurse got me. He threw up and said he had chest pain. He was diaphoretic and looked like shit. 

I was the ONLY provider on the floor. 

I immediately start going down the acute coronary syndrome path. Let’s get 100% O2. Stat ECG. Morphine. Aspirin. I stepped just outside the room to pop an order in and the guy passes out. He is pulseless.

It was in that moment that I felt completely and utterly alone and helpless. I cannot adequately describe this feeling. You feel both hollow and weighed down at the same time. In truth, I wasn’t alone. I had great veteran nurses who stepped up and helped me. Our code team was quick to arrive. But in that moment, it hit me:

I’m the provider. I’m responsible. Fuck. 

I’ve seen countless codes. This was the first where I had responsibility. A role. The first time I walked into a patient’s room and saw a shit storm about to occur and then it did. And I was the only provider around. 

It was a weird moment. We debriefed and I was told I did everything correctly. To be honest, I wouldn’t change anything about the situation. But it was still surreal. Still impactful. Still strange. 

I am not upset that the patient coded. It happens- given the circumstances (retrospectively) it wasn’t super surprising with this patient. But the weight of the responsibility finally hit me. THAT I wasn’t prepared for. And that, ultimately, is what made me feel so drained and scared when it was all said and done. THAT is what makes my already overwhelming imposter syndrome so menacing. 

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Hey, @populationpensive, you “imposter” you… thanks for sharing this with the rest of us imposters. :)

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