Episode 1-3 summary:
In episode 1-3 we learned that a resident in Moore’s Retirement Home had been sent to the emergency room causing other residents (especially females) to be upset. Olivia, not sure if she should even tell a story goes back and forth with the thought of doing it. Eventually it was decided that she should. Olivia thought of an appropriate story and began to share it with us.
She found herself in a busy emergency room working as fast as she could. While in a patient’s room a request came through her radio. Let’s read the final episode of this season today and find out what Olivia’s emergency room has in store for us.
For more details, if you haven’t already, read episode 1-3. If you’re caught up please join me as Olivia finishes telling us the rest of her story…
Episode 4:
I walked from one side of the ER toward the triage door, where our main entrance door was, to head out to the triage area. As soon as I rounded the corner to badge out of the triage door, I saw her: the nursing assistant who was sent down to help. She was in front of me, looking for something. She had a look of panic on her face, her head was turning in every direction, and she seemed to be out of breath. Immediately, my back straightened and my body stiffened as I asked, “What’s wrong?” I was ready to help with what was needed.
Now, listeners, follow me if you can as I continue. This woman was in a crouched-down position. Her arms were extended out, and her face was tight, so unbelievably intense. I knew something was wrong, but I didn’t know what she was looking for. After turning her head from left to right a few more times, she asked me, “Have you seen a baby running around?”
My head immediately turned, searching the hallway for a child. “WHAT?! There’s a lost baby! No one called a code pink; we need to call a code pink.”
“Well, didn’t you hear it on the radio?” She asked.
“Hear what?” I asked, upset, that I missed something as important as this.
“They said there was a baby run!” She projected loudly with her hand extended.
I laughed so hard I had to take a step back so the wall could hold me up preventing my fall. She had no idea what I was laughing at. Annoyed, she straightened herself up and watched as I tried to get the words out of my mouth. Only more laughter seeped out. She placed a hand on her waist and asked, “What’s so funny?”
“They called a baby run,” my laughter continued in between my words, “that means there’s a pregnant woman in triage that we need to take down to maternity.”
“Oh.” That was the only word that she could get out before laughter from both of us followed.
It took us about another minute or two to pull ourselves together. The radio went off announcing another task that needed to be done. My co-worker went out to take our patient to maternity while I went to complete the other task that was called over the radio.
By the time my shift ended, my feet still ached, the work still felt endless, and I was just as tired as before. But that moment in the hallway stayed with me. In the middle of all the rushing, ringing call bells, and nonstop demands, that misunderstanding gave us something we desperately needed, a reason to laugh. And sometimes, on the hardest days, one good laugh is enough to carry you the rest of the way through.
“Thank you for coming tonight to hear the story and thank you to my You Tube audience. This is Olivia signing off.”
I hope you enjoyed our second series of Olivia’s Stories. Stay tuned for the third series.
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