My life...in Emergency Room.

First aid I hated him. At the time of the apprenticeship, in the third year they all started to be assigned to the emergency room, I was there among the last files to hope for an internship in some medicine.

I was indifferent to that world, indifferent to first aid. É.R. He had never convinced me with his scenes of pure urgency.
In my head, the emergency room was not a place of care, rather a passage, a sort of busy station. But no care, that was done in the wards.

Even the patients when they came up in the department told you about scary scenes that lived in that place.

Everyone in the ward we had with the emergency department: hospitalization at delivery times, patients always with joints in the elbow fold, never perfect patches ... In short, we hated these ps's nurses a bit.

Of them, however, we envied the stories: those in the emergency room have got this, their nurses have fought and done the other, those are the favorites, those are united, they are respected, not as we ...
Emergency nurses were heroes, but spooky! Those who believe it, in short, but then actually we were better because - you know - nobody knows better than nurses working in medicine.

Then the arrival in emergency room.

It was not love at first sight. Not even the second
For a nurse in a medicine it is not easy to adapt to the reality of a first aid. You miss your patients, long chats during the care, you miss seeing the patient's evolution and that great satisfaction when they came back to you.

It seemed to me that it was over in a whirlwind that turned without an apparent reason, everything was moving so fast.

Love for First Aid was born by chance, a night in astonishment, thanks to a woman. One of those who had said she had fallen from the stairs and who, then, who knows why, wanted to tell me about that violent love.
Really, I do not know why he told it to me after five of them had already asked for something.

I had found my place, I had found the sense of first aid. The hospital is one thing, the emergency room is another. A sort of soul shelter in pain, I say. From the staff.

Fight against sleep, hunger, cold, heat, the territory that is not there, the justice that is not there, the civic sense that there is no love that is not there. And those battles will never forget you
Try asking any first-aid nurse if you leave that place. Initially he would hesitate to tell you yes, but then you would see him catch a bit in his face, caught in the anxiety of "where am I going?"

A nursing homeowner is always a little orphaned, like the soldiers who leave their brow: Certainly they are happy in quieter areas, but the front is always missing. After the front, every department feels a bit sad, emptied and speeches are always those: when I was working there ...

If you work in emergency room you always have good stories to tell your friends and you can satisfy all kinds. It goes from the macabre, with the story of some road accidents that Gray's Anatomy makes you a whore, to the fun, to the stories of certain rituals of foreign bodies, to the romantic, talking to the two elderly social, The stories of the indefinite dwelling and so on.

At certain times you get to hate that place. Well, by the way, of course, nursing moms hate those in the ward: they do nothing at night, they earn as much as we but they work less, hospitalizations are done at any time, I get patients 24 hours because they do not? They are more united, they have more advantages ... In the end the truth is that one does not know each other.

The truth is that the first aid is yes an arrival station, but not just people. It is the shelter of many who can not find shelter, is the place of care for fears and anxieties.

An army deployed in battle against death: Sometimes you win, sometimes you lost ...