Pedro and his Mets cap (When the Boy’s Heart Stopped)

October 13, 2010 Jo Cerrudo 12

“This is EMS. You’re getting a 9-year old boy in traumatic arrest after a direct blow to the chest with a baseball. He’s intubated; we’ll be there in 2 minutes. ” My hands shook when I replaced the EMS notification phone.

The baseball stunned our patient’s heart, and it was being squeezed to life by the frantic efforts of the paramedics. A nightmare coming to our doorsteps.

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The High as a Nurse

October 4, 2010 Nelson 5

My night shift started very busy. The call bells kept on buzzing. Patients kept on calling. I was assigned to hold the controlled drugs cabinet […]

LIFE, DEATH,AND RENEWAL

September 28, 2010 Jo Cerrudo 4

We stood at the bedside and shared each other’s anger. The thought of the carnage this man left behind made me recoil in disgust. I felt a need to cry; bile rose up in my throat. Even in repose, this man’s face looked so evil, almost satanic. Despite all the repulsion I felt, I had no choice; I had to take care of this patient. My training and my ethical responsibility will ensure that I give this patient the best of care, no matter what.

The OB Nurse

September 11, 2010 Clarrise E. 0

Volunteering in a tertiary government hospital in the OB-GYNE Ward will open one’s eyes to the chaotic but endearing world of a woman’s uterus and […]

My Colostomy Story

September 4, 2010 Nelson 13

A repost from my blog. Today, I had to deal with the dilemma of me being an experienced neurosurgery nurse, working in a general surgery […]

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We Are Patient

August 29, 2010 huzeyn 4

The word patient originally meant “one who suffers”. This is the reason why patients are called such; to serve as a reminder of how patience […]

Letting Go

August 18, 2010 Jo Cerrudo 25

I became a nurse and came face to face with the harsh realities of death. Suddenly, the finality of it forced me to see us as the mortals we are. I dealt with my patients’ dying by maintaining a “qué será será” attitude. It didn’t mean losing my humanity; it didn’t mean that I cared less for my patients. It just meant survival for me in a profession that sees a lot of suffering and death.