Sometimes Being a Flight Nurse Sucks

Yesterday The last three days have kicked my ass.

I love having busy days, but the senselessness of some of the injuries we see can make a girl wanna scream.

There are just some things I don’t want to get used to.

And others that just shouldn’t happen.

I am hoping the insanity that comes with a holiday weekend is calming down.

Yesterday’s flight requests by diagnosis or mechanism of injury:

–Head on collision, 5 people, 2 priority ones, one pin in
–Motorcycle vs truck
–Double drowning
–Horse and buggy roll over
–Septic infant
–Adult respiratory distress, intubated
–Explosion/ATV accident, 2 people, significant burns
–Anterior Wall MI

And that was over about 9 hours.

Last night, our flight communicators did an awesome job balancing our service and coordinating for other services in the state to respond. Although not all of those required a flight team, being up and down, ready to go was enough to wear a flight nurse out.

CPR does it to me too.

Yup, two more nights and I am off for a bit. Don’t take my whining to seriously. I am a good exhausted right now. Somehow doing my job, no matter how emotionally draining and physically demanding, makes my heart happy. I almost feel guilty (shaw right!) that I love my job so much.

Damn it is good to be flying again!

  1. Thank you, thank you, for appreciating my 12 years of work in researching Nurse Fairchild’s service record. I am her niece, Nelle, age 78. I’m not a writer, but once I started seeing what Aunt Helen went through, I had an obligation to tell, to show what she saw. I couldn’t really learn much about her, but I did grasp the horror of WWI, and my book brings this to life … again.
    People either cry, or lay the book down to compose themselves. You know what I mean. Do you own the book?
    I bow down to you and your work. You folks are Gods, in my estimation. I’ve used nursing services often, and living to 78 is a testamony to you nurses good care. Thanks, thanks so much.
    Nelle

  2. Thank you, thank you, for appreciating my 12 years of work in researching Nurse Fairchild’s service record. I am her niece, Nelle, age 78. I’m not a writer, but once I started seeing what Aunt Helen went through, I had an obligation to tell, to show what she saw. I couldn’t really learn much about her, but I did grasp the horror of WWI, and my book brings this to life … again.
    People either cry, or lay the book down to compose themselves. You know what I mean. Do you own the book?
    I bow down to you and your work. You folks are Gods, in my estimation. I’ve used nursing services often, and living to 78 is a testamony to you nurses good care. Thanks, thanks so much.
    Nelle

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