Post by Darcy Vance on Apr 5, 2024 20:02:27 GMT -5
“Your son’s surgery went smoothly, but I really must insist you let him get some rest. He’s got a long road of recovery ahead of him.” With a curt nod, Darcy turned on her heel and headed back up the hallway toward the nurse’s station to ensure they got the updates on her young patient’s room change so his visitors weren’t misdirected.
And she just preferred to put a bit more distance in between herself and the panicked mother she just spoke with. There was something about working with kids and talking to their parents that always made Darcy feel uneasy. There was a reason she didn’t pursue pediatrics when she was picking her specialty. As a mother, she just couldn’t handle all her patients being children, especially when not all of them would make it.
“Gideon Ramzi’s room won’t update in the automated system for some reason, it might just be my tablet, but he’s now in recovery room 310. His parents are there now, he’s got a three visitor limit while we try to keep him from getting overly excited… we don’t need his stitches tearing.” She gave a polite smile to the nurse who made a note and assured her she would be checking the system regularly to see when the update finally took.
As convenient as the automated charting system was supposed to be, it still wasn’t perfect and had its moments. Darcy gave a nod and a simple ‘thank-you.’ as she headed toward the cafeteria for a hot coffee. She still had another three hours of her shift and she’d just spend that last four hours in surgery. She needed a minute to just sit and catch her breath. Thankfully, the ER wasn’t particularly busy right now and she could take a coffee break. Even if the coffee wasn’t anything to write home about, it was hot and gave her something to focus on that wasn’t her frustrating work schedule.
It was 4AM, she knew better than to text her husband at this hour. If he was sleeping, she didn’t want to wake him, and if he was up; she didn’t want him to worry. She’d wait until she was off the clock to text him. Though they’d already asked her to be on-call when she went home, and she stupidly agreed. Darcy’s dark curls were pulled back in a mostly neat bun, her dark blue scrubs quite the contrast to her white coat as she snuck down into a chair, her pager being placed on the table before her as she took another drink of the hot, slightly burnt coffee. Her lips twisting in a slight frown.
Tag: Jasmine Fisher
Notes: Just give me a nudge if you’d like me to modify anything!
And she just preferred to put a bit more distance in between herself and the panicked mother she just spoke with. There was something about working with kids and talking to their parents that always made Darcy feel uneasy. There was a reason she didn’t pursue pediatrics when she was picking her specialty. As a mother, she just couldn’t handle all her patients being children, especially when not all of them would make it.
“Gideon Ramzi’s room won’t update in the automated system for some reason, it might just be my tablet, but he’s now in recovery room 310. His parents are there now, he’s got a three visitor limit while we try to keep him from getting overly excited… we don’t need his stitches tearing.” She gave a polite smile to the nurse who made a note and assured her she would be checking the system regularly to see when the update finally took.
As convenient as the automated charting system was supposed to be, it still wasn’t perfect and had its moments. Darcy gave a nod and a simple ‘thank-you.’ as she headed toward the cafeteria for a hot coffee. She still had another three hours of her shift and she’d just spend that last four hours in surgery. She needed a minute to just sit and catch her breath. Thankfully, the ER wasn’t particularly busy right now and she could take a coffee break. Even if the coffee wasn’t anything to write home about, it was hot and gave her something to focus on that wasn’t her frustrating work schedule.
It was 4AM, she knew better than to text her husband at this hour. If he was sleeping, she didn’t want to wake him, and if he was up; she didn’t want him to worry. She’d wait until she was off the clock to text him. Though they’d already asked her to be on-call when she went home, and she stupidly agreed. Darcy’s dark curls were pulled back in a mostly neat bun, her dark blue scrubs quite the contrast to her white coat as she snuck down into a chair, her pager being placed on the table before her as she took another drink of the hot, slightly burnt coffee. Her lips twisting in a slight frown.
Tag: Jasmine Fisher
Notes: Just give me a nudge if you’d like me to modify anything!
