CODE!!!
i've decided to practically shut this blog down.
not this account, though.
see, i work in a hospital, spending more that half of my time in the OR. i've had my share of really critical (resist the urge to call 'em cases, OK??) patients, some who were strong enough and fought back from their predicament, while some were not as strong nor as lucky.
the last patient of mine to die was a jolly man of 66 years. he underwent heart bypass surgery a couple of weeks back and by many indications, it seemed he was a good candidate to recover and extend his life by a good number of fruitful years. compared to some of our previous patients the week before whom we thought undergoing the procedure would be their death knell (kulang na lang isarado na yung kabaong...), Mr. X was an Olympian!
for reasons we don't know, almost everything that could go wrong post-op went wrong. we couldn't wean him off the ventilator, couldn't wean him of the inotropes and cardiac drugs...at some point, i even found myself performing CPR on this man, thinking "what the heck is wrong??"
he 'recovered' from that first arrest episode but it was all downhill from there. coronary angiography 4 days after his operation revealed that ALL the grafts were stenosed/blocked/occluded just the same, meaning all the surgery did to him was shorten his time on this earth... and, no, lest you're thinking that anybody from the team was at fault, no. everybody did their part well. somehow that doesn't seem so comforting, especially to the family.
two days from his first arrest,he finally said goodbye. this happened a few hours after his wife mustered enough courage to finally face him. "mag-ingat ka sa paglakbay mo" she said to him. i left the room shortly afterwards, feeling ashamed to have listened in on parts of their conversation.
"CODE!"
CPR was done but he was never revived after. from the moment 'code' was called, almost everybody in the room knew that his time was up.
what does this have to do with this blog? after writing that...introduction, the impetus for this post seems a wee bit insignificant. just the same. sometimes it just is best to let go and, when circumstances permit, start over.
so there. i'm flying blind no longer. i'm heading towards the horizon, and stangely enough, i'm actually nearing it.
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oh yeah. correction. mr. x wasn't the last. another curveball was thrown my/our way during my last day at TCVS. may you rest in peace too, sir.
not this account, though.
see, i work in a hospital, spending more that half of my time in the OR. i've had my share of really critical (resist the urge to call 'em cases, OK??) patients, some who were strong enough and fought back from their predicament, while some were not as strong nor as lucky.
the last patient of mine to die was a jolly man of 66 years. he underwent heart bypass surgery a couple of weeks back and by many indications, it seemed he was a good candidate to recover and extend his life by a good number of fruitful years. compared to some of our previous patients the week before whom we thought undergoing the procedure would be their death knell (kulang na lang isarado na yung kabaong...), Mr. X was an Olympian!
for reasons we don't know, almost everything that could go wrong post-op went wrong. we couldn't wean him off the ventilator, couldn't wean him of the inotropes and cardiac drugs...at some point, i even found myself performing CPR on this man, thinking "what the heck is wrong??"
he 'recovered' from that first arrest episode but it was all downhill from there. coronary angiography 4 days after his operation revealed that ALL the grafts were stenosed/blocked/occluded just the same, meaning all the surgery did to him was shorten his time on this earth... and, no, lest you're thinking that anybody from the team was at fault, no. everybody did their part well. somehow that doesn't seem so comforting, especially to the family.
two days from his first arrest,he finally said goodbye. this happened a few hours after his wife mustered enough courage to finally face him. "mag-ingat ka sa paglakbay mo" she said to him. i left the room shortly afterwards, feeling ashamed to have listened in on parts of their conversation.
"CODE!"
CPR was done but he was never revived after. from the moment 'code' was called, almost everybody in the room knew that his time was up.
what does this have to do with this blog? after writing that...introduction, the impetus for this post seems a wee bit insignificant. just the same. sometimes it just is best to let go and, when circumstances permit, start over.
so there. i'm flying blind no longer. i'm heading towards the horizon, and stangely enough, i'm actually nearing it.
---
oh yeah. correction. mr. x wasn't the last. another curveball was thrown my/our way during my last day at TCVS. may you rest in peace too, sir.
Labels: farewell..., so long
posted by D-Lo at 8/05/2008 03:36:00 PM
1 Comments:
kakaiyak naman...
Keps (long biatch, ca)
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