I took a position at a local hospital doing admitting for the emergency room. I went from dying of boredom and stale ideas to over stimulation and remembering why my name on a name tag raises the quiestion "How do you say your name?" My tally yesterday was nineteen. Nineteen times yesterday I pronounced my name (Bahiyyih) to strangers... Some with broken bones a few fevers a couple myocardial infractions all want to know "How do you say your name?"
Yes so there is that. The name. The questions.
It is a hard way to live in the midst of some sort of Emergency for eight hours a day. I guess I have found I care for people a little more than I thought. I cant stand to see people cry without feeling consumed and teary. It takes everything in my being to not let it take me. I swear I have prayed for more strangers than you could ever imagine! Sitting there choking back tears and begging God not to let it be Pink Eye, again! I have been praying like Im at the Casino!Its draining really but angel work. I do what I can.
It is a lot. I started smoking again. Yes! That is an angle. I started smoking again because of this overwhelming job state.
You can't take anything personal in an Emergency Room because well yes it all an Emergency. Everyone in the place is running on adrenaline. People may be short with you and you got to just let it roll of your back. There are things bigger than that going on like trying not to catch MRSA or scabies.
Now I have to go get into the shower and prepare for THE THUNDER DOME!
By the way I wear a suit and it is hilarious.