This is a post I'm going to have to wait a while on, since the subject matter is so new and so fresh and so personal. I saved someone's life yesterday. I felt really crappy about it at first, like instead of saving them all I had done was narrowly avoid fucking up their care. When I look back on it now, though, that wasn't the case at all. It was all me, and I need to just stop being embarrassed about accepting responsibility for it. I was chatting with Paul about it later and when I took a minute to put John to bed, when I came back he said "Save anyone while you were gone, Jesus?" That made me laugh and brought me back to my senses. This wasn't the first time that quick action by me has made a big difference to a patient, but this was the first time it was ALL me, and it was the first time that it wasn't just avoiding something but rather recognizing something that was happening behind the scenes and escalating their care at a critical moment when if I hadn't they were virtually guaranteed to be in the ground today. I bought myself a nice Bluetooth Jawbone headset to celebrate. And I drank a bottle of Coke. And I lost my cellphone at Target and had to have the nice security ladies help me realize that I had inadvertantly stuck it in the belly pouch of my Gap sweatshirt.
Oh well. Whatever. Bring it, world. I saved somebody's life today. w00t! *dances* Yay me! What was that? I can't hear you over the sound of how fucking awesome I am.