An Early Saturday in CinCity Post and Is Oscar Fever a Reason To Call In Sick??

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It's my weekend again to work. I made the mistake of listening to the news while I was cooking dinner so not only did I hear the weatherman talking about more snow and a freezing wintery mix--rather gleefully I might add--I got a heads up on some patients Life Flighted our way. We just lost a 23 year old young woman from a "worst-headache-in-her-life" brain bleed. The outside hospital had left her sitting in their ER waiting area for three hours before they CAT scanned her head and saw all the blood. By the time we got her there wasn't much left to save. She may not have made it in any event. A third of all subarachnoid bleeds don't make it to the hospital and, out of those that do, another third don't survive. But, watching the families, especially when they're so young, and having so little to offer them is heart wrenching. Not looking forward to another go round of grief.


Thankfully Oscar's on the way. I make no excuses for it, I love the whole kit and kaboodle of the Academy Awards show. I love the red carpet performances, the gowns, the hair, the jewels, the long and over-drawn thank you speeches. I love Jack in the front row with his shades on, still the cool cat of celebrity-ness. Every year Hubby and I say we're going to see all the contenders for the next year's show. Every year we don't. What can I say? Life happens.



On Sunday night we will be rooting for our favorite movie, Slumdog Millionaire. Loved it from beginning to end. Especially the end. Life doesn't get much better than singing and dancing in unison in a train station. May it one day happen for you.

Happy Weekend.

Comments

  1. La FraméricaineFebruary 20, 2009 at 8:04 PM

    I am genuinely sorry to hear about the young woman whose life was lost to a cerebral hemorrhage. Poor baby. I regret her having suffered for those three vital hours. It will be a hard knowledge for her family to bear. It touches me that you are able to bear witness for your patients and their loved ones here.

    I too love the long, drawn-out thank you speeches and full-court hoopla! I'll keep my fingers crossed for your pick for best film!

    Take good care of yourself, dearest Distracted.

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  2. debraFebruary 20, 2009 at 9:29 PM

    I hope your weekend is a good one.
    I haven't yet seen Slumdog Millionaire--it's on my list.
    Be good to yourself :-)

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  3. RudeeFebruary 20, 2009 at 11:19 PM

    Only my father in law could survive a SAH. Read my post today.

    I'm sorry about the 23 year old. I once had an ER patient who was only 16 that had a SAH. We walked him to CT-he didn't want to go on a gurney. Lucky for him, ER and CT were slow that day-he was seen in a few minutes and in transport to a trauma center within an hour. I hope it made a difference for him.

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  4. ElisabethFebruary 22, 2009 at 5:47 AM

    I always wonder how you can sustain being constantly in situations like the one you described (premature death of a 23-year old to a brain hemorrhage)...

    Yeah for Slumdog Millionaire. Great film. I am so glad it came to my crappy local theater.

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  5. English RiderFebruary 22, 2009 at 8:15 PM

    3 hours doesn't sound unreasonable in a busy E.R. especially on a weekend. Her body failed her, not her doctors. Life is imperfect, and then...

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  6. mouse (aka kimy)February 23, 2009 at 1:03 PM

    glad the oscars were there to buffer the sadness of being present at death of that young woman....

    I love watching the oscars and this year I sent the goal to see the 5 best film nominees....shockingly I met the goal....it was fairly realistic....

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  7. modyMarch 1, 2009 at 7:48 PM

    I always wonder how you can sustain being constantly in situations like the one you described (premature death of a 23-year old to a brain hemorrhage)...

    Yeah for Slumdog Millionaire. Great film. I am so glad it came to my crappy local theater.

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