808 ALL DAY, Maui born.
22 and in Love. [03.19.11]
Roots & Reggae is my thing.
We had many ups and downs but at the end of every day, even if I’m mad at him and don’t wanna talk to him, I admit to myself that I’m crazy in love with him, and that’s why I’m still holding on. We found “us” again. :)
So I woke up today thinking to myself, “I feel like going to thrift stores.” So, I got my partner in crime, and I’m going to them damn thrift stores so I can create new high-waisted shorts. Hopefully I spot some colored jeans. :) It’s gonna be a good day.
My boyfriend is gonna KILL me for getting clothes…again! I literally get new clothes every single fucking week and it annoys the living shit outta him. Hahaha oops!
SICK!
….. My mind is blown forever…. i just… woah… THE POSSIBLITIES!!!!!!
(Source: videohall, via timothydelaghetto)
So for the last 3 weeks I started my 2nd clinical rotation. It was crazy. The ER and Pediatric unit was tight. I seen a lot of cool things. I’ve seen patients come and go. I’ve seen dislocated bones and helped put them back into place, I’ve seen one too many intubations and was there to bag and set up ventilators and care for each patient, I seen one too many people (COPDers) come in SOB and gave them breathing treatments. I’ve seen patients come in from a car/motorcycle accident bloody from head to toe, bones shattered and what not and was able to bag a few and just hung out on standby in case they crash. I’ve seen patients I’ve helped my first clinical rotation come back for the same problems. I’ve seen a lot and done a lot. Last night though, was kind of an emotional night for me. A patient came to the ER already intubated and already crashed but the firemen were still doing CPR. They reported they’ve been doing CPR for 20 minutes before arriving to the ER so when they got there the trauma team (including myself) took over. I bagged the patient, performed compressions when my preceptor got tired. I broke a few sweats here and there. After 20 more minutes of compressions, shocks, bagging, and trying to get the patient back, the doctor announced that the patient was dead. I stood there and realized that this is my first patient that I’ve lost right before my eyes. I cried a little but you know what, that’s part of my job. It’s gonna happen over and over again. 15 minutes later I sucked it up and moved on to the next patients. It was a bad experience but a good experience at the same time. A moment I’ll never forget. It’s tough, it really is. Anyway, I love what I’m doing, career-wise, and that’s all that matters. If I can help someone that’s amazing. If I can’t, at least I tried my best until the big announcement.
No offense but please do not mistake me as a nurse btw. I’m a respiratory therapist in training. Not a nurse, an RT. :)
