Last Breath

Sepsis, Cardiogenic Shock, ruptured Aortic Aneurism and a few other conditions........therapies have changed, become more precise, and yet, mortality is still very high. Our bodies are just to frickin' complex. What happened in 1995, would look the same today.

Last Breath

Not everything I write about is funny

Quite often I write about death,

As a Critical-Care Nurse, I was present

When Billy Bob took his last breath.........

And here I am editing

Words and experiences

Written way back in '95,

A shadow of PTSD

Reawakens, and I am alive,

In the moment of back then

When the night was so long

And the Reaper, was the winner that round,

Why do our memories

Work quite this way

Is this a gem or a bear-trap I've found?

Who was there, I don't know

Just good nurses as usual, per the case,

I  remember the Cardiology Fellow; by name

I saw him at a seminar, and recognized his face,

And we worked our butts off, on this man from Stockton

Already in heart-shock before he would arrive,

Were we foolish to think, that our great solutions

Were the magic to keep him alive?

Memories can be monsters

In the complexity of our brain, they don't erase,

Working on the front-lines of life and death

It is something that we all have to face.

Fibril_late;

6/22/13