Settling In

 

Once the initial shock of foreign dials and tubes wore off I was starting to fall into the rhythm of how the unit works. In reality a lot of it is pretty cookbook, and I was getting better at baking. There are only so many paths to walk down when someone comes in with respiratory failure, or septic shock. As I caught on I really started to enjoy it. The MICU is just as busy as the CCU, but far more enjoyable because in my mind its real medicine and not a bunch of referencing to some obscure cardiology study to guide treatment. I started making decisions about treatment by just using common sense and wasn’t chastised for it, sounds like that would be simple enough to understand, but on the CCU I felt like I needed to be well versed in the “I went to third grade” trial before I could confidently tie my shoes without fear of punishment. Settling In