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Relative Quiet

It's 3:30 a.m. Sunday morning, and only in the past hour and a half has it been eventful.  It's been a relatively quiet On-Call at Washington Hospital Center.  The two MedSTAR pages which rustled me up out of bed at 2 a.m. included a superficial knife wound and some broken bones.
 
Case I - the stab wound - was to the patient/victim's right shoulder in the muscled area.  Seems an argument with a good friend escalated badly and a blade was pulled.  By the patient's report, it was just unfortunate that emotions had run high.  Perhaps alcohol was involved also,  but that's purely conjecture on my part.

The other - Case 2 - involved a teenage female who, climbing on a jungle gym in flip flops, lost her footing and fell 7 feet, breaking both her ankles.  Kinda late to be playing on the jungle gym.  More conjecture, but I imagine alcohol was involved here also.

Neither one was looking for much spiritual care from a chaplain, although the young lady appreciated my presence more so than the other gentlemen.  So my customary charting notes for instances like this read "Offered ministry of presence & silent prayer."

The most interesting thing about MedSTAR in these instances were the number of people present.  There are some medical interns doing rotations in different Trauma units as part of their education/formation.  One bloke from the U.K. is in his second of three weeks at WHC.  I like him.  I watched him suture the knife wound.  Good technique.  Probably little scarring.  He'll make his way back to London for a day before taking off to South Africa for six weeks.  After that, three more 3-month rotations before graduation.  He's a good guy.  God Speed, Chris.

Some other folks present were two young men and one older gentleman from Oregon.  They serve as "Mercy Flights" EMTs.  They'd been at the Boy Scout Jamboree at Fort A. P. Hill (outside Richmond, VA), toured Washington D.C., and were doing an observation rotation at WHC before winging their way back to the Left Coast. (Our friend, PW, from AZ was a geologist presenter for the Boy Scouts Jamboree at Fort A.P. Hill; by the sounds of it, there were plenty of booths there and P was an exhibitor.)  Nice young men, but YOUNG doesn't say the half of it.  One of the guys took particular interest in my combo Book of Common Prayer/NRSV Bible.
 
I've now just returned from a Code Blue response just down the hall.  Everything seemed too calm for a resuscitation and I saw no chest compressions or bagging (CPR) being administered.  By the time I came to a stop to observe the situation, the "All Clear" came through on my pager.  Nothing to see here. Move along, please.

As schoolmate CB says, praying for a quiet night is mutually beneficial for all parties involved.  It's not a bad thing.