As the clock slowly pushed toward three o’clock, motionless hands grinding the gears that perpetuate the workday stood as a moribund reminder of each still moment. Like the last grains of sand in an hourglass waiting to fall, time stood completely still. Conversations with coworkers and small talk about life filled the void that time left behind. When the call came from the fire department that a full arrest was a few minutes out, everyone was ready.
Everyone took their place and found an intrinsic comfort in the chaos that swarms a code. Everyone but me, that is. I had not been in a code before and just completed my Advanced Cardiac Life Support (ACLS) training. The emotions crawled into every nook and cranny of my thought process, leaving me with doubt, anxiety, and hopelessness. As I aimlessly circled the room, looking for something to do…something impossible to mess up, I found myself lost in the moment. I tried to collect my thoughts and remember everything that I learned in class. That’s when the attending told his residents that nurses have more experience and training in codes.
In fewer than 5 minutes, I went from a confused . . .