Best and worst

 The absolute best part of staying in the hospital is the heated blankets.  Nothing beats them!  I always have a desire to go tent camping in the Fall when I’m covered with a warmed blanket. 

The worst by far is something new this trip.  Whenever there is a Code Blue, an intercom comes alive telling what floor, room and that it’s a Code blue.  I have heard it a handful of times.  Heartbreaking each time.

One of my favorite nurses, Isabel shared that it happens because many doctors and surgeons go between specialities and floors.  So the mass intercom message that goes to every floor helps them get to the Code Blue as fast as possible.  There was one today over in the cardiac ICU I was in.  It is sad regardless of who it is but I did ask my surgeons PA if it was the “Boy Next door “ from a previous blog post.  It was not him.

Isabel also shared that every time it goes off, she and fellow nurses stop what they are doing, bow their heads say a prayer of their personal choice for a few seconds and move on with their day.  She also was quick to remind me that Code Blue doesn’t always end in death.  She had one situation where the heart guy was definitely flatlined.  They chose to shock him one more time. Last time was the charm.  He was back and acted as if he didn’t just die.  Amazing.

Now I’m off to surf the web for tents.  Lucky Grif!🤣