Just finished eating my lunch.

After this entry, I'll sleep once again.

Hay. I'm so tired from last night's duty. We are now assigned in East Avenue Medical Center. Last night, we had the chance of working in the Trauma section of ER. The Trauma section is where all the good stuff goes. You know, the very gruesome and the very bloody part of ER. Toxic kagabi! There were a lot of cases last night. Most of the cases were from stab wounds and gunshot wounds. Trust me when I say that it was such a bloody night. Of course, it was Sunday night. Alam mo na, ang mga tanggero ay nagkagulo. Ayun, nagsasaksakan. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

I was so excited with this rotation because I want to feel that adrenaline rush when a lot of things are happening. Eustress. I want to feel eustress. I want to be always on call. Do a lot of things. And, do these things right. I want to feel the drama of ER. I want it to be like Grey's Anatomy. I want it fast. Dramatic.

But, unfortunately (debatable statement), I was stuck with one patient. He got stabbed on his lower left thorax. Fortunately for him, the stab wound didn't hit any major organs. The x-ray and ultrasound came back negative. I was stuck with him the whole time - comforting him, explaining to him that his relatives were still looking for money to buy his meds, staying beside him while being super frustrated with the fact that my colleagues were assisting the doctors with suturing large cuts in the head and doing CPR to a dying person. I was miserable. Just standing there, talking to him. Doing nothing hmm... significant.

I want action. I want it fast. I want drama. I want to handle a patient that I could talk to then, suddenly goes to cardiac arrest and be the one to resuscitate him, then, he'd live. Argh... I guess that drama queen should just rely on House's and Grey's medical drama. Argh...

But, when I think about it. I did gain something from that experience. I do believe that out of all of us, I was the only one who really made a patient feel better. I was the only one who stayed with a patient long enough (very LONG, actually), that because of my company he really felt better that someone was there who will not leave his side.

Now I know why nurses work. It is the simple thank yous from their patients that keeps them going. It was nice to hear, "Salamat. Di mo ako iniwan."