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Success Being Relative

August 8, 2012

By Marcy Phipps, RN, a regular contributor to this blog. Her essay, “The Love Song of Frank,” was published in the May issue of AJN.

blood bags/ by montuno, via flickr

We trouped in from the parking garage through the fading starlight of early dawn to find most of night shift gathered in one room. Portable surgical lights added to the overhead fluorescence, casting a striking glare on the scene. The patient was ominously flat: his positioning and pallor an instant indicator of his perfusion status, which was confirmed by a quick glance at the monitor. His blood pressure, we said among ourselves, was “in the toilet.”

He’d been in a motor vehicle accident and had suffered a prolonged extrication. There’d been a fatality at the scene. He wasn’t my patient (although he was everyone’s patient, really), so I’m not the one who got the long report. I didn’t know each and every one of his injuries, but I knew the only one that was relevant at the time—his liver was badly fractured and he was bleeding out. His abdomen was hugely distended and firm. He was cold to the touch, and his skin bore the expected pallor of a man in shock.

We worked the way we always work in such situations. That is to say we were relentless; we were vigilant and indefatigable. And fastidious . . . when he eventually woke up, balancing sedation and analgesia with his blood pressure was a delicate task.

It’s hard to describe the workings of a trauma team in a way that doesn’t feel overdramatic or clichéd. In hindsight, especially, I’m often surprised by how smoothly things happen—by the way we slip into roles and never leave slack, by how orchestrated things seem, and by how much is shared in the briefest of exchanges. We work together with such focused intensity. As a team, we become incredibly bonded through these efforts.

We didn’t think this man would live. It wasn’t something we talked about, but I remember the moment we acknowledged it. He’d temporarily stabilized. The trauma surgeon, with nothing left to do, had stepped away. My colleagues and I stood back and took stock. Read the rest of this entry ?

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