There’s many reasons I maintain this blog. It started talking about my thoughts on design (both database and real word) and on metacognition and other topics. Often I spoke about caving and the NCRC. But sometimes I write, because I have to. This is one of those.
Let me start with two recent things shaping my current thought processes. My Pharm exam this morning. I won’t get a grade until Friday probably. And despite how hard I studied for it, I don’t expect it to be good. Pharmacology is my nemesis. It stresses me out. So, I’m completely stressed right now and to be honest, wondering if all the stress is worth it. But that’s a topic for another day. (Though you can read my thoughts from the end of last semester here.)
The second part was learning one of our cats has cancer that has metastasized. Many folks don’t believe us when we say we have two cats because they never see this one. Pisantar definitely is a bit skittish and tends to hide when company is around. But, of the two, he’s ultimately the more curious and probably more intelligent one. I have bonds with both cats, but sometimes I think I identify with Pi (as we call him) a bit more. So, that double whammy has me down.
But, what I really wanted to write about is something that finally gelled in my mind the other night. By now we’re all familiar with the shocking killing of Alex Pretti. When I saw the first video released I was shocked, upset, and sick to my stomach. Things haven’t gotten much better. If anything in some ways worse. And then the other night it hit me. He was an ICU nurse. He was one of us.
In over thirty-five years of IT, I’ve worked with teams large and small. And along the way, a few have passed, all from natural causes, including Covid. Honestly, one, given his health, didn’t surprise me at all. But, I’ll be honest, even though I’ve made friends, the closeness has never been as much as it has been with my coworkers in the ER. Even ones I might not consider close friends, I share a close, intimate bond with. I think it’s because in my IT jobs, the worst that could happen was a database might crash, some money might be lost, even jobs might be lost, but no life was saved or lost. Obviously in the ER it’s different. We have a common goal and a common enemy. We struggle to keep people alive for one more day. It doesn’t matter who they are or why they are there. They need help. We help.
In the ER I’ve encountered the best of the people and the worst. I’ve been punched. I’ve seen my coworkers be called the worst names (I once threatened to have a person ejected because of their behavior). I’ve seen threats be made. But I’ve also seen the family member cry on the shoulder of a nurse because we saved their mother. I’ve seen the wife smile, knowing her husband’s chest pains are just indigestion from her dinner, not a heart attack that could have made her a widow. I’ve seen the satisfaction on the team’s face when our compressions and meds were successful and we know the person was discharged, neurologically intact. We’re there. We’re making a difference, no matter who the patient is.
And, no matter who our coworkers are. There are coworkers whose political believes I disagree with. There are the coworkers who have rubbed me the wrong way. But, when push comes to shove, those are the very same coworkers I know will do everything in their power to try to save someone. We work as a team. We are a team.
No one I know goes into Emergency Medicine for the money. We do it because it’s who we are. Because we want to make a difference. We want to be part of something bigger and better than our individual contributions. We want to be part of a team.
Now in some ways, the ICU is a different place. It’s quieter. Far less chaotic. But at the end of the day, it’s the same thing. People doing their best to help their patients. People are there to make a difference. They’re a team.
And this extends beyond the ER. Many of my coworkers are also EMTs and paramedics. Or rescue animals. Or do other acts of service. It’s why I’ve done the NCRC for so long, it makes a difference. We’re one.
So, I realized, when Alex Pretti died, it was like a coworker died. It was someone I could have been close to. Someone I could have worked with to save a life.
I couldn’t imagine going into work knowing one of my coworkers had had their last shift. That one of my coworkers had run their last code. That one of my coworkers had pulled drugs from the Pyxis for the last time. We had lost one of our own. When I saw his flag draped coffin rolling out for the last time with his coworkers standing there, I realized, I was there too, in spirit.
It could have been any of the team I work with. And I realized, too, that knowing me and my spirit and desire to be out there, helping, it could have been me.

