When the tables are turned

in writing •  8 months ago

I told myself that I wouldn't just publish a story here. After 7 days, there's no turning back. No changing your mind about something. I'd edit, and work on my stuff until I was ready to submit it for critiques at the workshop, and then work on it some more.

However. I was convinced that I couldn't face this story again. It's written from personal experience. As much as I needed to write this, and as much as I wanted to improve my writing skills, I cried numerous times as I was working on this short story, and told myself that I couldn't face editing it again. I lived through it when I was on call. I relived it during writing. But at the same time, writing this story felt a a lot like therapy.

Eventually, I did end up submitting it for review, and I can't begin to explain how helpful it has been.


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Thirty minutes to go. Minnie turned away from the clock on the wall and, smiling at the patient on the stretcher in front of her, raised the bedside rail and adjusted the elderly woman’s blanket.

“OK, Ms. Parker, I’m going to take you back to the ER, and the doctor will come and see you as soon as he’s had a look at your X-rays.”

“Are you taking me to the ER? Why? Where am I now?”

“You’re in radiology Ms. Parker. You fell down and hurt your hip, remember? We just took some X-rays.”

Minnie continued to answer the same questions over and over, while she covered the short distance to the ER to return her patient. She dragged her aching feet over to Joss, at the triage nurse’s desk, to let her know Ms. Parker was back.

“Minnie, honey, if I look as exhausted as you do, we both look awful. But then again, who wouldn’t, after the day we’ve had?”

“Definitely. I can’t wait for Rob to get here and take over, so I can go home. Ms. Parker is back, by the way. See you later, Joss.”

Minnie’s phone rang as she walked up to her desk to finish off some paperwork.

“Radiology, this is Minnie speaking. Is that you, Joss? Miss me already?”

“Heads-up, Minnie, we have a neuro case incoming. ETA in fifteen minutes,”

Minnie was about to jump into gear and get the CT-scan ready to go, when she noticed Joss’ hesitation. “Joss? What is it?”

“Min, there’s really no easy way to say this.” Minnie couldn’t stop her stomach from clenching, suddenly afraid of what Joss would say. “It’s your colleague. EMTs are bringing in Lily. Hang in there. We’ve all got your back, but you’ll need to focus.”

The adrenalin rush she’d felt at the word “incoming,” faded to numbness as she waited for the ER team to arrive. Sarah, the radiologist she’d been working with all day, joined her.

Joss has probably briefed her too.

The bulletproof Sarah that Minnie was used to having at her back was nowhere in sight this time, as she walked towards Minnie’s desk, wide-eyed, and looking scared.

Both women jumped up as the sliding door opened, but it wasn’t the ER team with Lily.

“Something tells me it's not me you two are waiting for,” said Rob, as he walked in, his easy smile faltering quickly, as he came closer. “What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

“EMTs are bringing in Lily for a head CT. Possible cerebral hemorrhage.” Minnie fought to keep it together, as she briefed her colleague on the situation. “I'll stay and help until we've scanned her.”

Rob looked at Minnie. “Sorry, what? Lily? Our Lily?” Minnie simply nodded, not knowing what else to say, as they silently waited for the arrival of the ER team, with Lily’s life in their hands.

All three sprang into action as the doors opened once more, to the sound of a beeping heart monitor and Carl, the ER doc, giving instructions to one of the nurses on his team.

The sight was not unfamiliar, but the patient curled up into a fetal position on the stretcher just didn't belong in that context. She should have been walking around in her scrubs, taking care of the patient, instead of wearing an oxygen mask and heart monitor leads.

Minnie turned to Carl. “What do you need?” She had to work. She couldn't allow herself to stop and think. One foot in front of the other. Keep going.

“We’ll start off with a head CT. How we proceed depends on the first scan. I know it's scary but you guys can do this. We've got your back."

Minnie nodded to Carl as she led the ER team into the CT room. Faced with a helpless Lily in a hospital gown, Minnie noticed that Rob was blinking away tears, and, with a look that communicated more than words ever could, they agreed to each do what they did best. Sarah joined Rob at the control panel, as Minnie headed back the other way to help transfer Lily to the scanning table.

“Lily, honey, you’re with us, now. We’re going to take care of you, OK? We’ve got you.” Lily turned her head towards the familiar voice, but her eyes couldn’t seem to find Minnie’s face. Did Lily still understand what was being said? Minnie could only hope so, as she tried to reassure her friend. What if she never saw those blue eyes smiling at her again? Focus, Min. Keep working. She struggled to blink away mental images of a smiling Lily in a flowery pink dress and hot pink stilettos. She needs you. Stay strong. More images surfaced of Lily, with a glass of champagne in her hand at the last office party, smiling as always. Minnie tried to ignore the slideshow in her head, and headed for the control room to watch the first set of images flashing across the screen.

Carl nodded. “OK, she is hemorrhaging, but it’s not massive. We can fight this. We’ll do an angio, and take her up to OR. Page neuro.”

The work gave Minnie something to focus on, and the detachment she struggled to find, came back to her, as she shrugged on a lead apron to monitor Lily’s contrast injection from inside the CT room.

“OK, Lil, we’re going to do an angio. I’m hooking you up to the injection system, and we’ll get started right away. I’ll be here the whole time.”

Minnie nodded to Rob on the other side of the control room window, looked down at Lily, and prayed every prayer she could remember, for her friend to be all right.

Five minutes later, Minnie, Rob and Sarah watched as their colleagues wheeled Lily out through the doors she had so often walked through after her shift was done.

Minnie kept her emotions in check as she said goodbye to Rob and Sarah. Barely, but it was enough. All she could think of was getting home. One foot in front of the other. She blinked, startled when her phone started ringing, and realised she was standing in front of her bike, still chained to the employees’ bicycle stand.

“Minnie speaking.”

“Min? Baby, what’s taking so long? I was getting really worried. You’re never home this late.”

“Rob needed my help with a critical patient, so I stayed longer. I’m getting on my bike now. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll be home in fifteen minutes. You know I love you, right?”

I can’t even tell him about this. Patient confidentiality. Oh, God. I can’t do this now. I can’t break down in in the middle of the parking lot. Just keep breathing. Don’t cry. Not yet.

She was almost home when the first sobs came.


So this was my little story. Thank you so much for reading it. Writing this meant a lot to me. That doesn't mean I won't appreciate constructive criticism, though. I do. But it felt very therapeutic, and the decision to publish, and no longer being able to edit this, means letting go just a little bit. After 15 months of carrying it with me, this feels nice.

And it feels really nice to share it with all of you. I needed to write this, because of how I experienced it, but also because I'm proud of my job. I'm a radiology tech. We take pictures and those pictures help doctors save lives. But we're also human. We have aches and pains. We feel like crying along with some patients. And we are often the first to see people's verdicts, whether it's 6 weeks in a cast, or something more serious. Every time, we look into our patients' eyes, as they anxiously ask if we've seen anything yet. And we have to smile and tell them we haven't seen anything. Even if we have. Sometimes it's hard, but I'm still so glad I chose this profession. And I liked sharing some of it with you. So thank you.

Also, here's thank you to everyone at the PALnet fiction workshop for the encouragement, and the patience, in coaching this digital blonde through the submission of this story for their excellent reviewing skills. And thank you so much, @rhondak for getting me to submit it in the first place.

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Really touching story, thank you for sharing it. You made the right decision as it would be heavier carrying it with you. How's Lilly now?

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First of all, thanks again for reading it. I changed the names, even though chances are rather small that one of the people that were with me that day will actually ever read it. But you never know, of course.

The first week, we all expected her not to make it. Neurology, however, is a very unpredictable field of medicine. Against all odds, she woke up, but her entire right side was paralysed. She had a lot of trouble speaking, but the first time she was awake as the surgeon came for rounds, she said: "Oh, hey, it's you. Don't ever quit your job and decide to become a hair stylist" (surgeons had to shave the top of her head, leaving her with what she referred to as an inverted mohawk), at which point we knew she'd be OK. She fought so hard to get to where she is right now (walking around, being as independent as she can be), but we begin to suspect she'll never return to work with us. The stress and stimuli of a large department that sees an average of 400 patients a day will probably always be too much for her to handle. Still, we're all glad she's still around. The first time, I saw her after she was awake and coherent, we cried together, because all I wanted was to help her that day, and she felt exactly the same about me.

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I am glad to hear she is ok. It's difficult to deal with the injuries and life-long challenges one might face after an episode like that, but I am sure she will be fine. What doesn't kill you, does make you stronger. She probably needs people's emotional support more than physical. I hope everything works out for her. And you hang in there :)

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Thank you so much for reading.

Very nice story @tinypaleokitchen. It may be therapeutic for you, but it also gives those of us not in the medical field a little window into what that world can be like.

Yours is an often underappreciated profession. When you deserve so much more. Everyone at the hospital, from the reception desk, to radiology, to surgeons all play a regular part in saving lives. You are a Wonder Woman, whether people walking in off the street know it or not.

Thank You!

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Thank YOU. The idea is not so much to show people I'm a hero, but to know that even health care workers are human and fallible, and that they person caring for you may be grieving or hurting as well.

Okay if you want my opinion yeap its a nice story and i want you to try to write it in papers or a book😻

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Thank you for your opinion. I don't feel like I'm ready to have my words in print just yet. I mostly want to develop some skill as a writer. I'll stick with publishing on steemit for now. ;-)

Great Story, and I hope you feel better after publishing it.

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Thank you so much.

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You mention critiquing in the workshop - are you referring to the fiction workshop on PALnet? I'm involved over there and we would love to have you. I like your writing!

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That is actually the one I was referring to. And thank you for your kind comment! This one was kind of like therapy. What I'm currently working on is more of a fantasy thing.
You have no idea what it means to have people actually enjoying my writing, and understanding the need to write.

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I don't know what to say. For the record: that does not happen very often.
I'm just so, so honoured.