The people bursting through the hospital doors,
Yelling blood pressures, heartbeats per minute, and conditions.
The rush of adrenaline running through my body,
I realize that time is ticking.
The heartbeat starts getting faster— tachycardiac.
Think fast, I start telling myself.
I begin yelling at the nurses, but before I can,
The heartbeat stops; flatline.
Oh no, now what? Defibrillating.
“Charging to 300 . . . Clear!”
The body jumps in a jolting motion;
The heart begins beating again.
Blood pressures are beginning to return to normal,
Body temperature at 97.8 degrees fahrenheit.
Heart rate at 74 beats per minute.
Success, I tell myself.
I take a deep breath,
and move on to the next trauma room.
The child laying in the bed,
her entire body covered in bruises and cuts.
To check for internal bleeding,
I take her in to get a CT scan.
The child is bleeding internally in her stomach,
Sh*t, she needs a surgery.
I start scrubbing my arms and all the way up my elbows.
Going through the doors, my hands still wet,
Waiting for the nurses to hand me a towel.
Pulling the gloves over the cuffs of my gown,
I approach the girl lying on the table.
I begin cutting vertically and sagittally across the abdomen.
Using the forceps, I carefully take the clots out from the lining of the stomach.
I catch my breath by sighing with relief.
Walking out the trauma and surgery rooms,
I see the families worrying about their children,
their husbands, wives, grandparents, aunts, and uncles.
I have more than one patient— multiple families, to attend.
Many of them begin sobbing as I tell them what had happened,
Those families are unfortunate with losses.
The adrenaline I get from seeing each patient.
The feeling I get when a heart begins beating again,
The smiles on a patient’s face when they awaken from a coma or surgery,
Are just a few of the many things that could change my life forever.
One job, not only can change my own life but another’s
That job, is to become a surgeon;
To save a life.