First two days on the job...

The past two days have been extremely stressfull for me.
Its hard to find someone to talk to who understands.
I mean I've talked to a few people and my mom but I don't think
they fully understand how I feel.
My new job is intense.
Classroom time is fine monotnous, sleepy, and boring.
I'm a hands on person and that's how I learn best.
Unfortunately you can't fake the funk on the trauma intensive care unit aka ticu.
So I know its only been two days of actual training on the floor
but I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed.
Usually when a patient goes bad at my old job we send them to ticu
and thats it.
Now when a patient goes bad there's no where to send them.
We're it.
I cringed when they offered me the code pager yesterday.
Of course they were joking but still I thought what have I gotten myself into.

One situation yesterday was so exciting, scary and stressfull at the same time.
Whenever someone goes for a test like xray, ct, mri ect... we call it a road trip
It really is, you need the ticu nurse, a helper and a respiratory therapist to go with you.
Well we took a couple yesterday.
I'm bagging a patient in the mean while forgetting to look at the monitor to make sure
the patient is alive cause I'm pushing this heavy ass bed down the hall.
Note to self do more sprints at the gym.
Once you get to your destination you have to fix all these plastic tubing to make sure
they don't get tangled or caught up in the xray machine or whatever machine we put them in.
Don't forget the expensive ass rods in their brains that can fall out at any second.
ARGGHHH are you stressed cause I am thinking about it.
AND NOBODY WANTS TO TAKE RESPONSBILITY BECAUSE THATS NOT THEIR JOB ITS YOUR JOB YOUR THE RN THE REGISTERED NURSE THAT WAS TRAINED FOR ALL THOSE FREAKIN DEVICES.
Finally they take a few pics of the patient.
We take the elevator from the first floor to the top floor the 8th floor.
Once we get off all these people are in the way.
The monitor alarm starts going off loudly.
My heart starts beating like crazy and I start breathing heavily and the sweat is pouring out.
Suddenly we are running like crazy down the hall.
Yelling at people to get out of the way.
Of course they are in a daze cause their loved ones are sick and aren't paying attention.
We practically ran two lil kids over.
Truly it was like in the movies.
We get into the room and chaos begins.
Everyone is screaming, trying to do their part, ideas are being shouted out, the surgical residents are thinking, the nurses are telling them what to do the alarms are going off
and
I'm standing there I feel like I'm in the way drawing up crazy ass drugs and trying to make sure I label them correctly while people are screaming at me to hurry the fck up..

This goes on for like twenty mins for everyone but for me and my preceptor it doesn't end till four hours later. Cleaning the room, checking orders, calling pharmacy and surgical residents, and finally dealing with the family members who've only had about 10 hours to take all this in.
DABDA
Denial everyone is in denial in the ticu.
I'm use to acceptance.

So anyways I know I will start close friendships in the unit but in the mean while blogger is all I have to release a lil bit of stress. My mom just doesn't get it. I don't think she ever will. The responsibility. Oh yeah and we work closely with the CRNAs. Damn their smart. They know their drugs. I was impressed.