Wednesday, July 2, 2008
(I'm catching up due to the lack of internet at my house)
On Wednesday morning I was driving home from the gym and see that my work is calling on my cell phone.
(I'm catching up due to the lack of internet at my house)
On Wednesday morning I was driving home from the gym and see that my work is calling on my cell phone.
"Hello?"
"Rebecca...there is a code yellow at the hospital. This is not a drill...I repeat, this is not a drill."
"Uh...uh..okay?"
"How soon can you be at the hospital?"
"Well...if I don't shower...20 minutes?"
"Okay, keep your phone by you. You may be called in to evacuate patients."
*Click*
So I did what any intelligent young nurse would do. I called my Mom to google what a code yellow was. I knew it was the most unused one and I didn't really memorize it in orientation because all you really need to know it code blue (patient dying), code red (fire), and maybe code pink (baby stealer). I shortly found out that a code yellow was in fact a bomb threat. You know how most office workers on Monday morning dread going into work because they have a lot of paperwork deadlines to take care of. Well I suddenly felt like that, except to the tenth degree because instead of having paperwork, I would have patients to do deal save. And instead of deadlines, it would just be a ticking time bomb. An actual bomb.
After many minutes/hours of freaking out, dreading a phone call, I got a call from work that said everything had been cleared. But I still had to go into work in ten minutes. Bummer.
"Uh...uh..okay?"
"How soon can you be at the hospital?"
"Well...if I don't shower...20 minutes?"
"Okay, keep your phone by you. You may be called in to evacuate patients."
*Click*
So I did what any intelligent young nurse would do. I called my Mom to google what a code yellow was. I knew it was the most unused one and I didn't really memorize it in orientation because all you really need to know it code blue (patient dying), code red (fire), and maybe code pink (baby stealer). I shortly found out that a code yellow was in fact a bomb threat. You know how most office workers on Monday morning dread going into work because they have a lot of paperwork deadlines to take care of. Well I suddenly felt like that, except to the tenth degree because instead of having paperwork, I would have patients to do deal save. And instead of deadlines, it would just be a ticking time bomb. An actual bomb.
After many minutes/hours of freaking out, dreading a phone call, I got a call from work that said everything had been cleared. But I still had to go into work in ten minutes. Bummer.
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