Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Some days are hard

Today was an extremely trying day at work/school. It didn't start off too hotly with a confrontation with one of the Dr's about a shot I took that was ok'd by my clinical coordinator, but was not a good shot. Put me in a crappy position.

Abput 2:30 we get an order for a wrist. I decided I'd try to comp it. I go to the ER to get the pt. Turns out it's a 6 yr old boy, and it's for a forearm not a wrist. When I see his arm all wrapped up and immobilized I decided it wasn't a good one to comp.

That was a really smart move. Turns out the little guy's ulna and radius were both broken right above the wrist. He was crying, and his mom was having a hard time watching. I almost started crying at one point, but I was able to compose myself and finish up with no problems.

I was so proud of myself for not losing it. Normally if I get that 'feeling' I can't help but start crying, but I just kept repeating, I'm not his mom, I'm not his mom, and I was able to move on.

His mom was asking as I was wheeling him back to the ER if it was broken or dislocated, and I just said the Dr's would discuss all of that with him. It was VERY obviously broken, his forearm was kinked. Having to pick it up and move it was what killed me.

Sorry this is all disjointed and rambly, I is tired. Off to beddy bye time.

6 comments:

Pink Rocket said...

sorry you had a rough day! it sounds like you're doing pretty well though!

i use to work on the children's floor at a hospital in texas so i know how you feel...there were many times when i had to help hold a child down or help insert tubes where they shouldn't be...not fun. hang in there!

Carrie said...

(((Mary))) I'm sorry it was a hard day. WTG for keeping your composure when helping the little boy. That would have been so hard.

Keep it up, woman!!

mama_tulip said...

Way to go Mary...keeping your composure while treating that little boy must have been really hard. I don't know if I could have done that. That's awesome, and a great skill to hone in the beginning.

Kim: The Mom, The Myth said...

Urgh. I could never deal with hurt kids. I'd be a mess. And I'm very glad there are people like you who can do it and do it well!

Chelle Y. said...

That's sad. My son is six, and I would hate for that to happy to him.

EE said...

I'd be a crying mess. I tear up at the littlest things. WTG on keeping your compusure. There is no way I would be able to. *hugs*

 

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