In medicine internationally you have different colored codes in hospitals each one means something, the code is a sign that can be given in a hospital to give the workers a warning about something or to call for help, the Blue one, for example, is a code to give a sign that someone is on cardiac arrest and that they need help for that.
But why all these details you might ask ?? The other day we had a blue code in the hospital, while I am spending my time in the cardiology clinic we get the call we run behind our doctor to see the case (as we call it) that 15 mins between us knowing about the code and reaching the pt room was one of the weirdest times crossed me my entire life. Emotional tornado crushed me, I left the clinic exited running to keep my place as the second in a row after doctor, second in a row means more chances for me to intervene we were running all around with excited glow out of our eyes, a glow of learning something new, intervening with what we haven't seen before, but when I reached the ER room I found out the reality I found out about the irony
of life, I entire the ER I see a women crying, praying another woman was trying to chill her down, the hospital security everywhere trying to keep thing in the hands, and under control, everyone is running and the place is in big mess, here where was the irony at this moment I realized that different stories have different sides, the same story that made an entire class thrilled to see running on stories of hospitals, is the same story that broke someone's heart. This is the worst part of medicine what makes us happy and excited is education clinical in particular, but what makes us happy makes other people sad and might break their life in pieces. But what shall we do? The only thing we have in our hands is to keep our empathy high and keep our professional acts always to control the situation, and always remember that our job is changing things that might turn people lives to hell into good things that make people happy again.
of life, I entire the ER I see a women crying, praying another woman was trying to chill her down, the hospital security everywhere trying to keep thing in the hands, and under control, everyone is running and the place is in big mess, here where was the irony at this moment I realized that different stories have different sides, the same story that made an entire class thrilled to see running on stories of hospitals, is the same story that broke someone's heart. This is the worst part of medicine what makes us happy and excited is education clinical in particular, but what makes us happy makes other people sad and might break their life in pieces. But what shall we do? The only thing we have in our hands is to keep our empathy high and keep our professional acts always to control the situation, and always remember that our job is changing things that might turn people lives to hell into good things that make people happy again.
