Working in a hospital

I am really hoping that some day a medical professional reads this blog and gives me some sound advice.

I am working 8 hour days, two days a week, in our county hospital for clinical study hours. It's required that I have 800 hours before I graduate. It has been the most nerve racking, eye opening, character building experience of my life.

I have seen four motorcycle accidents, 8 gunshot wounds, and 11 stabbings just this last week. What baffles me is over half of them are self inflicted. I have had a total of 3 people die while I was there. For the most part they go so quietly you have no idea they are gone until you check their vitals.

The most dramatic that I have seen is a 21 yr old Marine, who was home on leave, and was hit by a drunk driver while he was on his motorcycle. They drilled a hole in his head to relieve pressure and then the next day he went into full arrest and died. I wasn't too surprised because when I suctioned his nose he didn't cough, or react in anyway when I hit his tissue. For the most part I have always been a drama queen. I think time, maturity, and alot of hard knocks upside the head have cured me of that. (Every now and then I will develop some for my mom, but that's about it. haahaha) But when I saw this young man die I just stood there after we were done and the only thing I could think to say is, "Well shit, that sucks." My heart goes out to his family and I promise I am not unfeeling in any way. I just didn't feel the great remorse that I once did. I hope that means that I will do good in the hospital setting. Time will tell.