A quarter before our shift ends, there’s was an elderly who as rushed by his relatives to the ER. He was immediately wheeled into the ER on a stretcher. A few seconds after I attached the pulse oxymeter, the reading remains on zero. I looked at the man and his eyes and mouth were open. He was so pale and did not respond to voice command. I checked his carotid pulse and he was pulseless. Code has been called.
Cardiac board was immediately placed on his back and the doctor intubated him.
I was asked to begin with chest compressions and was immediately asked to step back because they wanted hard compressions. I began ambubagging.
IV line was hooked and epinephrines were pushed but still the man remained on flatline.
The code team was all exhausted, exchanging turns on the ambubag and chest compression. I was the last person doing the latter when the doctor finally said it is over.
The time of death was called.
Another CPR case was added to my checklist of tasks but am I happy? Heck no.
I want a CPR case where my patient survives.
I can still imagine the look in his face. The look that is hard to shake off my mind.