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My name is Cory. I am a mom, a wife, a NaNa, and a critical care nurse that lives in Nashville, TN. I have found my calling in ER/Trauma/ICU. Each day I find myself experiencing life changing events and hope that by reading my posts, you will experience and feel some of what I do. If you read nothing else, please take time to read "The Hardest Question Ever Asked". It's my very first posting. And if for some reason you think you see your story don't. It's not about you or anyone you know. =)


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Monday, January 08, 2007

Ya Gotta Be A Little Nuts To Work Nightshift SERIES - Story #4

Story #4
Ok, a short one:
Ya gotta hate when you forget to turn the volume down on your cell phone when you've previously thought it would be funny to assign "goofy" ringers for your family and friends. The first time this happened, I had a patient crumping (going bad, circling the drain, trying to get on the Jesus train) and I was up on the bed doing chest compressions when out of nowhere we hear (very loudly) "Hoooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeee WRECKER" (Gotta love that Gretchen Wilson)

The next time was not too long ago when I was talking to my manager before she left for the night. She tends to be very opinioned! (That's putting it nicely). Anyway, my daughter decided to call me because she was at her dad's house in KY. All of a sudden we hear "Little Miss, Little Miss, Little Miss Can't Be Wrong" (thanks Ash, didn't mind that one too much as I'm just appreciating the humor in it now.)
The last time I was in a dying patient's room I got a call from an "unknown" person and "I want to break free" started playing loudly. (Thank GOD there was no family present.)
The most memorable was probably in Trauma when we had a very well liked young man who his family said had a great sense of humor and he was being taken off of life support due to the severity of his injuries. The family were all around his bed reminiscing about the "good times" with him. We always kept the radios on at the bedside for the purpose of stimulating patient's as well as it made a hard job a wee bit easier. On the volume scale of 1-10, we kept them at about a 2-3 as "background" sound. All of a sudden "Stairway To Heaven" started blaring.......after the shock wore off, the family insisted it was his sense of humor and he must have done it. (Good thing it wasn't "Break on through to the other side" by the Doors) (thanks Shannon!)

CoryTraumaRN posted today at 10:01 AM

Oh my goodness - you made me seriously LOL with the ringtones. What a riot!
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That is so funny. The time I laughed over ringtones was when I was doing a blood pressure clinic with a colleague, and she was taking the blood pressure of a grizzled old rancher. All of a sudden her cell phone rang, and it sounds EXACTLY like a moo'ing cow. It totally bewildered (and startled!) the poor rancher when he realized the sound was coming from her pocket....
Equally embarrassing...My husband was in the middle of getting a vasectomy in his doc's office. I was supportive wife holding his hand. For some reason, doc had radio on. All of sudden, "Sexual healing" came on the radio! After a moment of uncomfortable silence, we all burst into laughter!
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