I feel good tonight! I just wanted to share something with you all:
About a month ago I went out to a man hit by a taxi cab. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't in a good way. I tubed and ventilated him and transported him to my hospital. A little later that evening he was transferred to a cardiothoracic centre for major aortic surgery. I didn't expect he would survive, and indeed, I didn't hear anything positive from the hospital, just that he needed more surgery.
Fade to this evening:
I am standing in A&E, coat on, just about to leave to go home. BlarneyNurse walks up to me. He stops, and points his pen at me. I wait, patiently. "Someone's looking for you," he mutters. I wait, patiently. "Cubicle 2," he eventually says, and wanders off.
I pop off my coat and go and see who wants me. A family member? A barely recognised friend, who wants to jump the queue? No, not this time.
Lying there in Cubicle 2, smiling up at me, is the man from the taxi. (Well, from under the taxi, but you get my drift.) He looks well, considering. He and his wife have been asking after me. They are in because one of his stitches needs removing.
We chat, the three of us. She tells me about the agonising wait outside Theatre, repeated only a few days later. He tells me about waking up in ITU, 2 weeks of his life just ... gone.
Then they both tell me about their family; how their 8-year old and 10-year old want to thank me for making sure they still had a Daddy.
I take out his stitch, wish them both well, and float home.
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