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THE
GROUND
FLOOR
A literary magazine
from Bellevues Emergency Room volunteers
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FROM THE
GROUND FLOOR
A Literary Magazine from
Bellevues Emergency Room Volunteers
Volume 1
Summer 2017
These are those stories. I can only hope that they inspire you as much as they
inspired us volunteers throughout the ten short weeks we spent at Bellevue.
Reflecting on a life-changing summer, I cant help but remember the words of
a resident on my first shift in the pediatric emergency room. After a teenage
mother was violently restrained by hospital staff, the young physician turned
to me and said, The first thing you have to realize is that this hospital isnt
normal. Its like nothing youve ever seen before.
And he was right. Bellevue isnt like anywhere else in the world. But thats
what has made this place, and the stories that lie within it, so special.
To the many editors who spent countless hours reviewing and editing these
pieces: thank you. To the authors who took time out of their summers to
chronicle their experiences: thank you. And to the patients who inspired this
journal: we are forever in your debt.
Prose
10:34 pm, Saturday 8 Libby Ho
A Humble Prayer 10 Divya Roy
The Boxer 12 Cristian Ramirez
A Patients Resilience 14 Erika Zambrano
Perspectives 17 Anjay Batra
Life Lessons 20 Iqra Tahir
The Patient, not the Prisoner 21 Saima Rehnuma
Allow me to tell you about 22 Austin McMeekin
Project Healthcare
A Loved One 26 Lenura Ziyadinova
Rewritten 28 Alexis Nduka
Up There 32 Sophia Song
Odaijini 34 Caroline Yao
Grammar School 36 Kevin Wang
To Process 40 Nathanael Rehmeyer
Code Blue 44 Anonymous Author
Thankful 46 Amira Cohan
Wednesday 47 Rachel Marks
Held Momentarily 48 Kristen Perez
Shagotom 49 Pooja Dutta
6/21: A Stream 51 Maya Graves
of Conscioussness
We are so lucky
to have two arms
to embrace our beloved,
and push away all we fear,
so lucky to have a heart, and a mind,
to understand how we feel,
and have our heart ignore it anyways.
We are so lucky.
A
man waved me over and asked me to happened to come into his bedroom at 3
give him some gloves and abdominal AM in the morning, drunk and looking for
pads, gesturing rather calmly at an weed. She saw him paralyzed, mouth wide
open flesh wound in his left leg. I hesitated, open and just gawking at her with terrified
wondering what in the world this patient eyes, and she yelled at the top of her lungs,
was planning on doing, playing doctor with Dude, whatever weed youre smoking, I
himself. He saw my look of bewilderment, dont think I want it no more! That was
chuckled, and assured me that he was just enough to wake up his grandma, who came
going to clean the wound. in, saw him, and immediately called 911.
If it hadnt been for that drunken cousin
I watched as he expertly put on his gloves, thinking he was smoking weed at 3 AM in
sprayed the wound with saline solution, the morning, he wouldnt have stayed alive.
wiped it clean with some sterile gauze, and
taped abdominal pads to dress the wound. The surgeons took a skin graft from his left
It was almost as if he was a doctor himself, leg to replace the rotten flesh from the ulcer
taking care of his wound dressings the same in his left hip. But the surgical wounds in his
way Id seen so many residents do over leg didnt heal very well and kept opening
the summer. After finishing, he took off up. That was why he had come over to the
his gloves and asked me to help slide him ED today, to fix up the nasty open wound in
into his diaper. Any other 29 year-old man his mangled left leg.
wouldnt have even dared contemplate the
thought of wearing a diaper, much less ask He told me he was trying to find a nursing
a nave little volunteer to help him into one. home or some facility that could help take
But he said it with the ease of someone who care of him in his crippled state. But no
had just finished dinner and was simply fol- nursing home would take him, because he
lowing his normal daily routine before going was only 29 and no one wanted to take care
to bed. of someone so young and still capable of do-
ing many crazy things. Race and his low-in-
His girlfriend had once shot him four times come status, unfortunately, were deciding
(he showed me the scars on his stomach, factors as well. So hed been stuck trying to
back, and hip) at 9:23 AM with his own be his own doctor until he could find a care
gun while he was sleeping. He ended up in facility willing to take him in. He said he
a wheelchair, unable to move his legs. Even did find one that had potential; it provided
today, he still couldnt figure out why his just the right amount of care he needed but
girlfriend did that to him. allowed some freedom for him to do the
things he wanted to do. But that was only in
After that incident, he got really paranoid the talks for now.
and sat on his gun all day, every day in his
wheelchair until he realized he had an ulcer He showed me pictures of his 4 year-old son.
in his left hip. He actually didnt even feel He was an adorable little kid peeking out
Look, he said, and I watched as he slowly, He gave me another toothy grin. Something
gingerly, in an act of proud defiance, raised to show just how cool he was.
his legs just over an inch above the stretch-
er. He looked me in the eyes and repeated
what he said. He was going to prove them
all wrong. He was going to prove them all
wrong. Because even as bad as all this was
(he gestured broadly at his wheelchair and
legs), there was always someone out there
who wished they could be in his situation.
Theres always someone worse off.
Larry.
Father God, you have led me today to this woman, to this beautiful
soul. Let your spirit fill her as we pray, and let not your spirit leave her
during these hard times in her life. Father God she has no one in this
land; no husband, no daughter, no mother or father. I pray that you
can fill in those empty spaces. Make her fearless and courageous so
that she can fight her battles. Make her a vessel to fulfill your purpose
and God I pray, take away her iniquities. For she needs you Father. In
this room filled with many faces, many problems, I hope you can see
hers too. In your name I pray, Amen.
I opened my eyes and I saw tear drops down her soft cheeks. She
held my hand tight, and eye to eye, we stood there silently for some
time. She couldnt speak and neither could I. We smiled at each other.
Believe me, for a brief moment we were speaking without any words.
I parted with her unwillingly hoping that I have left her safe in the
hands of God.
Also liberates
Quiets my fears.
Y
oure a fighter. You were then and you are now. The grime of the sooty ring
coated your face when youd get knocked down, but youd refuse to just
lie there. Your card read 0 KO until the last fight, a bad one. I want our
daughter to grow up with a father, Bill. You hung your gloves up and let the years
pass. Brain tumor, malignant, they said. Or no, a stroke. Maybe. Maybe an aneu-
rysm, tough to tell. Another MRI, another biopsy, who knows what it is. You refuse
to surrender, after 53 hard-fought years. Your body, swift, strong, statuesque, once.
Now, atrophied and disobedient. Your left leg collapses under the weight of grav-
ity and your smile droops. You cry as you look into the passing shiny orbs on the
ceiling. You stare at your reflection, interrupted by the grit-spackled tiles lining the
hallway leading to the CT room. You reach out to the side of the stretcher. Your
arm is marble-heavy, it twitches and lifts off in a winding trajectory before crashing
down onto the bed. Blind fury fills your gut and you want to hit the wall. You catch
a glimpse of your wifes auburn hair, you focus on her freckles, you ignore the worry
lines around her mouth, the dark circles around her eyes. Shes beautiful. She holds
your hand. You relax. A whimper comes from behind you. You wonder what they
told your daughter; does she understand? Shes been afraid to speak to you. Turtle,
you call her, because she loved to hide as a kid. You motion for her with your work-
ing arm. She carefully positions herself at your feet. Your back aches worse than
when you took 37 kidney punches in a single round, your head burns like its been
doused in kerosene and set ablaze, your right toes tingle and feel like theyre being
prickled by microscopic needles. You look up. A spiraling, concentric sun dome
shines the morning into the hospital room. The stained-glass panels scatter bright,
white light onto you, like the spotlights that surrounded the ring. The announcer
would scream your name when youd step under the lights, the crowd would go
wild. You wonder if heaven sits on the other side of those windows. A tap on your
foot interrupts your thoughts. Dont worry, dad, says your turtledove. Youre a
fighter.
Sedated.
Why couldnt you help me?
Why couldnt you save me?
My mind was racing,
I thought I was flying,
I saw an S on my chest,
a red cape around my neck,
and I wanted to flee,
so I tried and tried.
But I couldnt,
with restraints around my arms,
until I could.
And I soared,
Security is what they called for,
You held me down,
beat my head into the ground,
until I bled.
Why couldnt you help me?
Why couldnt you save me?
Violence is what they called for,
not one person,
not one human.
What is wrong with me?
I didnt know,
They didnt know,
But no one thought to know.
Blood gushing out my head,
until I was sedated,
Illness.
T
o me, the most gratifying and beauti- bothering the doctor. I often reassured
ful sight at Bellevue Hospitals Emer- them or asked the doctor or nurse myself if
gency Department was a patients they were simple, non-medical questions.
resilience and positivity. By saying this, I
do not mean to romanticize or generalize During one of my social work shifts, I was
patient pain and suffering. I refer to the able to talk to two Spanish-speaking patients
patients who, despite enduring lifes great- who had suffered from assault and helped
est hardships, remain resolute in fighting mediate the communication between the
for their survival. I deeply value each of the English-speaking social worker and the
patients I interacted with this summer. As patients. The first was an older woman in an
I gained their trust, they shared a painful abusive relationship who had moved from
moment of their lives with me, a complete Spain, following her husband. The second,
stranger. a man who had suffered an assault at gun-
point in his friends car.
An Emergency Department is full of a vari-
ety of medical cases, but Bellevue cares for After moving to the States with her hus-
New Yorks most marginalized populations. band, Olga suffered domestic abuse for four
Many patients come from underserved years. That day, she arrived at the hospital
communities that have suffered systemic with multiple bruises and a red eye. Holding
violence and state neglect. They are some of back tears, she recounted how her husband
the most broken but most resilient people I constantly belittled her and threatened her
have met in my life. that the police would never believe her
and that they would deport her due to her
Because I am one of the few Spanish-speak- undocumented immigration status. The
ing volunteers in the program and Bellevue social worker and I told her that police
caters to a large Spanish-speaking patient could help her with a restraining order so
population, I had a special connection with that she could leave her aggressor. However,
many immigrant patients. Immigrating to a we could not assure her that she would not
new country and not speaking its main lan- be vulnerable to possible deportation by
guage is an intimidating and difficult experi- engaging with law enforcement (NYPD),
ence. When many patients saw me walking especially in this current presidency that has
through the ER, I introduced myself or they repeatedly demonized immigrant commu-
called out to me hoping I could speak Span- nities. Even though I couldnt do more than
ish. As soon as I confirmed their suspicion, serve as an interpreter and offer compas-
they became more relaxed and friendlier. sionate support, Olga tearfully thanked me
for helping her. I felt a mixture of gratitude
I felt so happy and privileged to be able to for this kind woman and guilt at not being
provide some comfort just by communicat- able to assure the possibility of her safety
ing in our shared language. They happily and of her living situation. Although I am
engaged as we conversed about each others aware that the social realities that drove her
O
n June 12th, I left my dorm on 14th room and showed me how to properly fold
Street for my 6pm shift at Bellevue some oversized paper towels. She asked me
Hospital at roughly 5:15pm. Thank- to fold thirty of them. It was raining hard on
fully, it wasnt raining, but a downpour was the windows above me as I folded.
clearly imminent. Dark gray clouds hung
over the familiar Manhattan skyline, en- After I finished, I spent the next fifteen min-
shrouding the beautiful top of the Chrysler utes or so walking around the room, work-
Building. It was summer, so the sun was ing up the confidence to introduce myself
working overtime, diffusing its light through to patients and family members. I thought
the clouds. Occasionally, it would find its of what to say. Hi, my name is Anjay and
way through a small gap, reminding me that Im a volunteer. Please let me know if you
it was still there. need anything. That would work, right? The
first person I spoke to was a middle-aged
I made it to the hospital by 5:45pm, and woman, presumably the wife of the simi-
to the Emergency Ward, where I was as- larly-aged man in the patient bed. The man
signed that day, by about 5:55pm. The EW seemed to be asleep, with several plastic
is where patients go after being stabilized tubes connecting a wall of machinery to his
after a trauma, and they stay there either insides. A quick glance at his vitals moni-
until they can be admitted to a bed upstairs tor indicated that his heartbeat was wildly
or theyre discharged. Therefore, patients irregular. An elderly woman, presumably a
who are in the EW are typically very sick. relative, sat next to him, praying. I turned
The ward is a V-shaped room, with two rows to his wife and tried my line. Hi, my name
of patients intersecting at the apex of the is Anjay and Im a volunteer. Please let me
V and the nurses station in between. As I know if you need anything, I said, awk-
walked down one row of patients toward the wardly trying to balance friendliness with
nurses station, I heard slightly raised, tense solemnity. What could she possibly need
voices snapping back and forth, as though from me, though? This ladys greatest pri-
in an argument. I began to eavesdrop, when ority at the moment was probably to have
I heard a deep, low groan come from the her husband feel better and get out of the
patient room to my left. The sound was one hospital. Regardless, she smiled, nodded and
of a pure, piercing, pervading pain, the kind thanked me.
that would evoke sympathy and sadness in
even the most cold-hearted person. I tried to After introducing myself to the patients, I
shake it off and walked to the nurses station went back to the nurses and asked why the
to introduce myself. Although some tension unconscious patients vitals were so irregu-
still hung in the air from whatever had hap- lar. M lowered her voice and said, He had
pened earlier, the nurses introduced them- a hemorrhage on his brainstem, the part of
selves. The charge nurse, M, smiled as soon the brain that controls vital functions like
as she saw my bright, fire engine-red polo. heartbeat and breathing. Theres no hope
You guys are finally here for the summer! for him, but the family has waited a week to
The people that come to Bellevue dont need pity, they need love and respect.
As a volunteer, I became a supportive friend with one of the greatest responsi-
bilities in the hospital: to provide that love and respect. I also had the opportu-
nity to listen to diverse stories while caring for these patients. They taught me
about respect, empathy, happiness, and hardships. I realized then that a person
does not learn from a textbook or short story, you are inspired by the people
you meet, who unknowingly teach us life lessons and guide us to the right path.
It was another one of my emergency room shifts. I was tired from having shifts
consecutively and had a fever from the night before. I couldnt imagine staying
on my feet for 5 hours, but as I thought of this, I laughed to myself. This was
only the start of a career I have dreamt of and the hours were only going to get
longer.
I remembered the patient from Rikers Island, the one I refused to call prisoner,
who held my hand so tightly as he went in and out of seizures. His tired pale
body was curled up into a ball, his left arm hanging limply on the side of the bed
extended through the bars of the bed rail. His right arm, with veins that yearned
for hydration, appeared thin and pruned. Silver cuffs hung loosely grazing the
wrinkled skin of his ankles. With hardly any energy to muster, I cradled his
hand as we waited for the medicine to kick in, and to be taken to CT.
It gets lonely, thank you for being here with me, he whispered and smiled
bleakly. I wanted to say I understand but I didnt. I didnt know how it felt to
be in prison for 37 years, to be kept isolated from the world, and only to interact
with people when brought to the hospital. Could it be that this was as good as
it could get for him? I didnt want to think that. I wanted to tell him it would be
alright and that he would be alright, but every thought I had seemed futile. And
all I could do, at that moment, was squeeze his hand.
The officer that came with him told me to stay away, dismissing the patient. It
was an interesting relationship; we were both players of the same team trying to
help the public, but we had such different approaches. I was a volunteer of the
hospital, and like the staff here, I worked to help anyone who walked in. But he?
He was quick to dismiss and push aside, but I learned quickly to give everyone
the benefit of the doubt.
A
keeps everything afloat. Everyone is a cog
llow me to tell you about Project in a healthcare machinery that makes up
Healthcare. Unfortunately, Project the emergency department. But what are
Healthcare is a one-of-a-kind 30+ we as volunteers? What does it mean to be a
year old summer program for young adults patient advocate?
to volunteer in Bellevues Emergency De- Simply put, we attend to the needs
partment. I say unfortunately because of John Smith. John Smith, while a patient,
sadly a program like this has yet to become also has a name, a family, a mental well-
a staple in emergency departments across being, and a brain that is trying to process
the country. Its beauty and power lie in what is happening in the emergency room.
the expanded roles us volunteers have the And sometimes while each cog in our ED
privilege of undertaking, which surpasses machine is turning with one another, one
most medical volunteering positions in this might be a little off centered, or not well-lu-
nation or at least the ones Ive seen as a bricated, or a bit cracked. In the end, our
veteran pre-medical student. At first, I was a patient John Smith is the one that is affect-
bit puzzled by the continuous remarks from ed. So what are we as volunteers? We are the
the emergency department staff doctors, adjusters, the lubricators, and the repairmen
nurses, patient care technicians, social work- that have the privilege of not having our
ers, and administrative staff regarding how own cog but the oversight to see all of these
happy and appreciative they were that we, moving pieces. In doing so, we can catch
as volunteers, were here. And it made me those little moments that affect our health-
wonder: why are we so helpful? Were only care machinery and work to make them
volunteers. We have little power and our better for the sake of Mr. Smith.
absence would not vitally impact the normal When I saw a female patient lurch-
functions of the ED, or so I thought. ing in pain on her stretcher one day, I
After weeks of sitting on this idea, approached her with the intention of under-
I realized our power lies in our expansive standing the situation. Through her visible
roles as patient advocates. We were informed discomfort, she informed me that the doctor
of this title at the beginning of the program, said he would get her pain medication a half
but its meaning had little substance in my hour ago. A red flag immediately went off
mind. However, volunteering in the adult in my head; a cog had potentially become
and pediatric emergency rooms, the urgent out of place. With the freedom bestowed to
care unit, the emergency ward, social work us volunteers, I drifted to the whiteboard,
office, and so much more has shown me found the patients provider, and sought him
a side of medicine that I began to see was down to ask for clarification. In my wander-
severely lacking in the regular emergency ing I came across a 4th year medical student
department operations. Within this ED, wearing an I.D. badge with the name I was
everyone has their responsibilities. Doctors looking for. I stepped closer as he relayed
attend to the medical needs of the patient, information of this particular woman to the
Im not a monster!
I dont have schizophrenia.
Doctor, youre so smart, no one else could find out whats wrong.
You made my day a little brighter.
Tell my husband, I love you, I miss you and I cant wait till I see you again.
Its my birthday, a volunteer made me this card!
Bellevue is my home.
It has its ups and downs, but I wouldnt stay if I didnt enjoy my job.
You cant make this stuff up.
I love Bellevue.
I
he was now the son, husband, and grand-
t was a busy afternoon in Bellevues father who meant the world to his family.
Emergency Room when a new trauma Despite the severity of the news delivered to
case was brought in by EMS. Having had her, his wife stood strong and held back the
an early notice, doctors huddled up to discuss tears. Was she in shock? I kept wondering.
the course of action. The patient was found She approached her husband, held his hand
unresponsive at his work place. As he was and whispered something into his ear. It
wheeled into the trauma slot, his gaze was seemed like nothing around them mattered
fixed. He did not move, nor did he talk. Was at this point. The environment around them
it a stroke or a brain bleed? The possibilities was hectic: nurses passing by ensuring IVs
seemed endless. Curiosity and anxiousness are in place, doctors overlooking the patients
filled me as I stood on the side observing the breathing, medical students calling an elevator
team examining the patient, inserting IVs and for him to be transferred upstairs. But for the
prepping him to go for a CT scan. I was fas- couple, time stood still. Her simple touch and
cinated by the abilities of doctors and nurses loving words were the only thing needed for
to think and act so rapidly under pressure: her husband in this scary situation. I stood
one doctor intubated the patient, another and watched them next to one another, as she
was ventilating, while nurses administered affectionately stroked his hair and rubbed his
medicine for what was now confirmed to be hand to make them just a bit warmer. I waited
a stroke. Every minute was important, every by her side until her husband was taken into
minute was crucial to saving this mans life. the operating room. She wanted to be strong
for her husband and only when he was no
As a student interested in medicine, any new longer in her sight did she let her emotions
case brought into the emergency room is seen take over. She sobbed as I hugged her. She
as an opportunity learn more about anatomy, asked me to help her dial a number on her cell
pathology, and medicine. Yet, we are often re- phone. Her hands were too weak.
minded that medicine is not about treating a
disease but about saving a human being. This Weeks after the incident I came to know that
trauma case was just another reminder. As this man has fallen into a coma. Palliative care
soon as the patient was stabilized, I followed has been advised for his family and hopes re-
two of the doctors to the family waiting room. main low. At times, I wonder about his grand-
As we walked inside, we saw a middle-aged kids who can no longer play with their grand-
woman sitting in the corner, staring blankly father, about his children who come to see
into a wall. She quickly stood up the moment their loving father in such a helpless situation.
we came in, and fearfully looked at the doc- Lastly, I wonder about his wife who is most
tors. She was mortified as her husband, her surely fighting and hoping for his recovery. I
loved one, was lying on a stretcher hooked try to hold back the tears remembering that
up to monitors, unable to breathe. Perhaps hectic day. I realize that a clear and concen-
she simply couldnt believe that the same trated mind is key for any medical profession-
man, who just earlier that day kissed her on al, but emotions are the true humanity that
the forehead as he left for his job at the local elevates a patient from a body to a loved one.
When you told me of how an angel had wrongfully taken your father
away,
Flashbacks of my fathers death flooded my mind.
I looked down at my crimson red shirt, and said look, youre doing
well
T
he minute Pak was rushed in from pet dog for some time. His face lit up when I
triage, he was surrounded by a bevy revealed my upbringing in Japan.
of residents, medical students, and
nurses. Pak thought he had the common Do you speak Japanese? He seemed aston-
cold before taking some cough medicine and ished as I nodded. Suddenly animated, he
experiencing worsening abdominal pain. A started recounting the origins of his Japa-
layer of sweat covered his tanned face. He nese nickname as if his pain had stopped
clutched his front as he violently shivered bothering him. I enthusiastically nodded
under a thin sheet. at Paks references, feeling triumphant that
I was able to provide a sense of familiarity
Hes febrile, diaphoretic, and guarding his and comfort for him 6,000 miles away from
abdomen. He might be septic... home.
His blood pressure is 80 over 40, we need to Fortunately, Paks CAT scan revealed no
give him fluids now... abnormalities, but his blood pressure was
still dangerously low even after four liters
Under the fluorescent lights, behind the of fluid. The resident relayed the need for a
blood-splattered, baby blue curtains of Bel- central line and expressed his sympathy. Pak
levues emergency room, residents hooked quickly agreed; yet, his eyes darted fearfully
Pak up to a monitor, and attempted to take to me as the risks were listed: pneumotho-
blood samples. Pak was so dehydrated that rax, thrombosis, infection. I smiled sympa-
the nurses struggled to find a suitable vein thetically and touched his hand, which was
to start the IV. Eventually, they succeeded dotted with marks of failed IV insertions.
and he was put on a four-liter saline drip He smiled back bravely.
and some painkillers. Bewildered and mar-
veled, I gripped some blue nitrile gloves as I The team of residents and medical students
watched the flurry of action. swept in again to prepare for the line. Before
Pak was covered under the sterile drapes, he
Thank you, you guys are amazing... Pak asked me to remove his flip flops, and place
forced out the words amidst his groans. them underneath the bed for fear he would
catch an infection from the bacteria. How
The attending physician kindly smiled back silly is that request, I initially thought as I
at him, No, youre amazing. I love my job slipped the shoes off his feet. Instantly, I felt
because I get to meet people like you. Pak a pang of guilt. Given the risks, I would have
laughed weakly. done the same.
As another volunteer and I stayed to assist Soon after, all I could see of Pak was the
Pak with drinking sterile water for his CAT site of insertion on his neck. The whole
scan, I learned he had taken some medica-
tion that his friends recommended. I joking- Editors Note: Odaijini is Japanese for Please take care
of yourself. It is usually said as a familiar parting phrase
by the caretaker to every patient when he or she leaves
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procedure was understandably detached. faced the central line that would cause more
Lidocaine, ultrasound, needle. The resident discomfort. Through his openness, he gave
painstakingly inched the needle forward un- me an invaluable lesson on how to confront
til dark blood aspirated. The atmosphere was adversity. He showed me, as a volunteer,
tense and the half-dozen staff were quiet, the significant difference I could make for a
save for an occasional groan and squirm that patient, no matter how dismissive my role
reminded me Pak was underneath the blue seemed.
sheets. Like an anxious, invested fan from
the sideline of a game, I worriedly peered Paks case also gives me hope. Too many
at the ultrasound--- a jumble of black and times, I have witnessed frustrated residents
white pixels I could not comprehend. After call for beds upstairs for patients who need-
straining my neck for some time, I finally ed to be admitted, and disgruntled patients
breathed a sigh of relief as the resident suc- trapped and hungry in the emergency room
cessfully inserted the guideline and the cen- because of delayed test results. Too many
tral line into the vein, then placed a couple of times, I also have seen residents shake their
sutures. The attending came by to congratu- heads at the homeless patient that had
late Pak on his good work. Eventually, Paks walked in for the third time that week, and
blood pressure rose, and he felt much better. nurses running short of patience with the
patient who repeatedly demanded to eat or
As our shifts came to a close, the other leave. As those instances chipped away at
volunteer and I said our goodbyes to Pak. my idealistic vision of healthcare, Paks case
Looking at both of us with sincerity, he renewed my belief in the efficiency, sensitiv-
heartwarmingly remarked, You are like ity, and compassion of Bellevues emergency
angels sent from heaven. The other volun- staff. His care showed how quickly Bellevues
teer and I grinned embarrassingly at each staff could come together to resolve a critical
other. Inevitably, a tinge of regret crept into situation, and how much the staff not only
my mind: it was too bad that I could not stay cared for their patients physical health, but
and confirm his recovery with my own eyes. their mental and emotional well-being as
I gave Paks hand one last lingering squeeze, well.
then left him to video chat with his pet-sitter
and dog. I wish you well, Mr. Pak, and I would like to
see you sometime again to see how you are
Pak is forever etched into my memory not doing. But in the likely chance that we never
because of the severity of his condition or meet again, I just wanted to say: Odaijini
the complexity of his case, but because of his and arigato, Pak-san. to make up for our
strength and positive attitude in the face of premature farewell.
life-threatening disease and a painful medi-
cal procedure. He arrived at the emergency
room in excruciating agony, yet he made his
appreciation for the doctors known, expend-
ed his energy engaging with the volunteers,
and even remembered his dog. Despite
his fear towards the procedures uncertain
outcome and being stuck by needles more
times than I could count, Pak courageously
O
the edge of the streets, looking my best as
nce again, the worlds spinning always. And then theyd roll their eyes, even
around me. My head is throbbing. farther back than they did the last time they
Its a dull ache that persists, suffi- saw me, and make no effort to conceal their
ciently pulsating through my head to set groans as they haul me into an ambulance.
itself apart from the usual, one Ive learned My moneys also on them making a joke out
all too well to live with. Its almost as if Im of me; heck, Im probably still the laughing
pulsing with it, drifting in and out of sleep as stock on the tip of their tongues. Here he
it breathes poison through my bloodstream, goes again, they would say, laughing on as
gnawing at whatevers left inside of me. But if I dont hear them mocking me. Not like
it really is most tranquil, me in my state of theyd give a shit if they knew Id heard. But
God-knows-where, knowing that theres not like I really give a shit myself, anyway. It
enough of me left to feel what a drink or two really isnt much different from the looks I
of refreshing booze can do to bring you back get from passersby on a daily basis, if I even
to life. get one in the first place. An odd amalga-
The usual ache feels different though, mation of pity, disgust, repulsion, conde-
deeper and darker. Much like the unknown scension, and, every once in a blue moon,
creatures lurking in the perpetual night of a sparing dash of sympathy. Bottom line:
the ocean depths. Its too deep for me to Im used to it. The only difference is that the
reach and grasp, for me to do something officers wear it on their sleeves, fitting right
about it. I didnt ask for them to hop aboard there along with their badges and fancy
my ship, only to sink me into suffocation. stripes, serving the glamorous City of New
Many times Ive tried, more than anyone York. Minus me, of course, the patron they
here would care to believe, to wrestle my all could do without. But on the flipside,
way out of their looming presence. Its like its perhaps quite the honor, frankly, to be a
swimming underwater towards the sunlight fervent topic of conversation. I almost forgot
I
After about an hour when the man
entered Bellevue at 5:50 pm, knowing
left, I went to search for the books in the
I had just enough time to get changed
Pediatric Emergency Department. There
and sign in, to start my 6 to 11 PM
was an awkward moment when scrambling
shift in the Adult Emergency Department.
through the books, I wondered what pre-ad-
I felt tired but was looking forward to the
olescent girls looked for in a book. I played
normal shift and the additional one from
it safe, grabbing a Guinness World Records
11:30 pm to 2:30 am afterwards to shadow
book from 2014, a word puzzle, and an Ar-
my resident mentor. But I was not nervous.
chie comic. The girls were elated and quickly
By week eight I knew how the Emergency
turned their focus to flipping through the
Department functioned and my role in it. I
records and finding words. Congratulating
was prepared to talk to patients and poten-
myself on a job well done, I gave them space
tially bother some residents as they worked.
to read and headed out to do other good
The volunteer I was replacing pointed out a
deeds.
young man on a stretcher in the hallway and
I returned soon after, excited to
said, Go talk to him; he has an interesting
see how they were doing. I love working
story. Seeing that nothing needed to be ur-
with children and my favorite shifts are in
gently done on the rest of my side, I headed
pediatrics, so I was ecstatic to be able to
over and started a conversation. It was a
interact with some in the Adult Emergency
great interaction as he opened up about his
Department. They started sharing about the
life. His story is powerful but not the point
records they had found and ones they would
of this piece and I do not think I have a right
like to beat, as well as words they had cir-
to share it anyways. However, it was the
cled. The girls seemed excited to have some-
family in the room behind his stretcher that
one to talk to and in a rush I learned they
compels me to write now as I continue to
were vacationing in the USA from Ecuador.
process.
I got detailed information on the drama at
I first noticed an older woman walk
school and when it was starting again, much
into the Emergency Department with two
to the girls disgust. In addition, I learned
children at the beginning of my shift. I rarely
that the girls were cousins, the woman was
saw children here. They really did not belong
their grandmother, and the patient was their
in the fast-moving and sometimes aggressive
grandfather who had fallen that morning.
environment of the Emergency Department.
The grandmother injected bits of infor-
It caught my eye and I watched as they en-
mation here and there but otherwise just
tered the room next to where the man and
laughed at the interactions between myself
I were conversing. The isolation room, as
and her grandchildren. The grandfather
its calledtypically reserved for infectious
returned from a test and I left again with an
patients is separated from the rest of the de-
enormous smile on my face, fueled by their
partment. However, it was being used today
energy.
as overflow and held an elderly gentleman
Later on, a friend in the city came to
in obvious pain. I was already with a patient,
pick up the girls for the night and I walked
but I observed other volunteers bring the
them out. We said goodbye and on the way
I see you
Covered in bruises, blood, iodine stains
Bundled up, under thick white sheets
I smell you
The alcohol swabs and packages of candy
All opened, all tasted, as if you were looking for something
But were never quite satisfied
I hear you
Between beeps of monitors,
Dreaming of what you would do if
you were ever healthy again.
A beach.
Crystal blue waters, and peach colored toe nails
Playing in the white crunchy sand.
That is where you long to be.
I
chest of a lifeless body.
entered AES (Adult Emergency Services)
and immediately noticed how busy it
There was one resident directing the chaos:
was, which Ive heard can be rather
which probably was not chaos at all, but
normal for a Monday. With seventeen to
it seemed like that to me, having no other
twenty-two patients per team, it took a while
benchmarks to compare it to. There were
to navigate in search of the person on the
two attendings amidst the slew of people,
previous clinical aide shift, a shift designated
asking for updates along the way. One
to shadowing physicians in the Emergency
attending reminded the resident that after
Department. I soon learned that I would
this much timeabout 60 minutes after
find the outgoing clinical aide volunteer in
onset of cardiac arresteven if a heartbeat
the trauma slot. Given past lectures about
was restored, brain activity would not be
volunteers overcrowding the trauma slot, I
regained. The other attending brought in
questioned whether or not I should go in. I
the family, who were rather calm despite the
decided to enter, though with little idea of
circumstances. This gesture was done mostly
what I was walking into.
to show the family that all efforts had been
made to resuscitate their loved one. Though
When I walked into the room, one trauma
calm, they asked many questions that could
case was in the process of dispersing. The
not be answered at the time.
other was just the opposite. There was a
huddle of twenty or so people around the
When the family walked in, this patient,
stretcher, many of whom were involved in
though lifeless, became more human to me.
some way or another with the performance
of CPR. There were pulse checks, rounds of
Throughout the code, I stood very still,
epi, and deliverance of shocks. All things I
gripping my hands together as if to hold my
had either learned in CPR certification or
own hands. I had been nervous about this
heard of elsewhere but had never seen in
moment or type of situation for a long time
front of me. This was all in an effort to save
coming, probably about seven years, with
an 83-year-old man with dementia who
varying intensities. Anxiety about death is
was in cardiac arrest. Technically speaking,
not necessarily common for a twenty one
though not something I processed in the
year old, especially when it sets in at the
moment, this man was already deceased the
age of thirteen. Though for children who
whole time I had been present.
face the trauma of childhood disease and/
or serious surgeries, like me, this may not be
Watching this resuscitation effort, I noticed
the case. In my case, the likely trigger was
and felt things I would not have expected.
open-heart surgery at thirteen.
There were sounds and creaks, maybe from
the cracking ribs or movement of the body
Thoughts surrounding the transition from
on the backboard. There were unpleasant
life to deathof myself, my family and
odors. In the moments when compressions
friends, and strangerspop into my head
were halted or exchanged, I noticed the
more frequently than I would like. They can
I
problem goes unnoticed. I am fascinated
t has been a while since I have written
by just observing AES, watching how the
about my past weeks at Bellevue. The
patients sit or lay in their beds, watching
summer is flying by, and the weeks run
how the staff interacts, and watching people
together especially when I have weekend
come and go. One afternoon in AES around
shifts. However, aside from the whirlwind of
four oclock an older woman came into the
a schedule, my time here is only improving.
center of Team 1. She was brought in by an
I have adjusted to the hospital and its staff
ambulance because she had fallen on the
and from them I have learned such a great
street. As she lay in the bed bleeding pro-
amount. I have met great people: both pa-
fusely from the cut on her forehead doctors
tients and providers. When I think back on
and nurses filled in around her. She had no
the past six or seven weeks I feel extremely
family with her and I could tell she was not
lucky to have been chosen to be part of Proj-
comfortable. I noticed that she was reaching
ect Healthcare. I feel extremely privileged to
her hand out toward me even though I was
be allowed in all the areas of the hospital and
far from her at the foot of her stretcher. I
to lend a hand, whether its assisting with
looked around to see if any of the providers
a task, bringing a patient food, or simply
or medical students that were beside her
extending my ears as a listener. I no longer
would take her hand. No one seemed to
worry about making sure the conversation
notice it. Immediately I wedged myself in
flows or continues because I am confident
between the medical student and the bed
that it will go on naturally. Which, is proof
and grabbed her hand. She took my hand
that my interpersonal skills have improved
and held it tightly. I held her hand until the
greatly. I now am able to talk to anyone and
end of my shift that afternoon and when
have found myself more willing to engage
it was time for me to go I passed her onto
with people on the street or those around
the next volunteer to make sure she did not
me, even when I am not at the hospital. It
have to be alone. After, I could not help but
is hard to think about how only three more
think about how nobody noticed or thought
weeks remain, and I am reluctant to see my
to grab her hand. I vowed to myself to never
role here this summer come to a close. I will
forget how something so simple can help a
try to engage with the community in Boston
patient so much.
when I return to school but it will not be the
same. Bellevue is an extremely special place
More recently, I have left my shifts feeling
and I dont know of any other hospitals
like I really made a difference. I feel like my
like it.
role is so important. I do not need the pa-
tient to thank me or let me know I was help-
I consider myself very observant. When I
ful, I can tell on my own, by the tone in their
am not talking or occupied with a task I
voice or if their body language changed, that
am watching. I consider this a skill because
my presence was appreciated and made their
I notice little occurrences and if some-
time in AES more tolerable.
thing I see is concerning I will vocalize my
thoughts. I believe attention to detail is very
I am thankful. Thankful that I have always
important, especially when working with
had good access to healthcare. Thankful for
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my family members who support me. I am I followed the doctors into the trauma slot,
thankful. Thankful to be able to be a part of which was already crowded with nurses and
Project Healthcare. Thankful for my coordi- paramedics and an unresponsive woman
nators and supervisor who work so hard. I laying in the middle of it all. It seemed as
am thankful. Thankful to be given the ability though half of the hospital was in the slot at
to work in Bellevue. Thankful to have met that moment, yet everyone was totally calm.
so many people from so many places. I am I grabbed a pile of warm sheets and stood in
thankful. Thankful to have learned. Thankful the corner, gripping them close to my body
for the ability to make a difference, no matter as I watched the doctors take over chest
how small. Thankful that the help I offer is so compressions. They pushed down on her
willingly taken. I am thankful. I am thankful. body harder and faster than I imagined they
I am thankful. would. This was no practice dummy. The
doctors compressed relentlessly for ten min-
utes, while they shot epinephrine and Nar-
Wednesday can into her, in the hope that drugs would
induce some sign of life. Eventually they
Rachel Marks paused to check the pulse. No pulse. And
just like that, it was over. Time of death,
I
t was on a Wednesday when I saw my 8:24. I waited, expecting a wave of emotion
first death. I walked into the emergency to pass over me. But there was nothing. No
room at 8am, my drowsiness quickly sadness, no anger, only a bit dazed at how
falling away as the now-familiar smell of an- fast it was all over. I never even saw her face.
tiseptic wipes and hospital food washed over As I was standing there watching the staff
me. People claim that hospitals smell like wrap up the body, another trauma came
illness and death, but over the course of the into the slot, with the usual slew of doctors
summer, it had become one of my favorite behind it. No one looked twice at the body.
smells. Team 1 had only a few patients on it Instead, they surrounded the patient that
when I arrived, two of whom were still deep was still alive, the heart that was still beating.
in sleep. The only awake patient was a wom- Because as a doctor, as a human, thats all
an who looked to be in her early thirties, you can do. Keep moving forward.
and was clearly not too thrilled with being It was on a Wednesday when I saw my first
in our ED. I went over and started talking to life. The pregnant woman from Team 1 was
her, trying my best to distract her from her brought into the GYN room and a resident
pain. I discovered that she was twelve weeks grabbed me on his way in to chaperone. It
pregnant, and that she was on a business trip was always a privilege to observe a pelvic
to New York when she started feeling sharp exam, because its such a vulnerable moment
pain in her abdomen and decided to come in a womans life. The patient was clearly
to Bellevue. After a few minutes of chatting frightened, nervous about the status of her
and even a few smiles from my patient, the baby. Although this was her third child,
overhead speaker interrupted us with a loud she had never felt abdominal pain like this
and clear cardiac arrest, Team 1. My heart before, which is why she was so worried. As
jumped, as it does every time my team is the doctor conducted the exam, she winced
called to the trauma slot, even though as a and screamed in pain, and it broke my heart
volunteer I have no real responsibility laying to see her so in distress. Thankfully, the
on my shoulders. exam did not reveal anything of concern. I
wheeled her back to her room and layered
From The Ground Floor | Page 47
sheets on top of her to help her feel warm Ward was to start in one hour; lateness would
and safe again. A while later, I was chatting not be tolerated. Furious at the MTAs inability
with her when the resident returned with to follow a schedule, I silently chided myself for
an ultrasound in tow. I watched, holding not learning how to drive sooner. After what felt
my breath as the probe focused on the little like an eternity, the train finally screeched into
being inside of her uterus. Even at twelve the station. As I eagerly leapt into the metal car
weeks old, it resembled a developed baby, to be pressed against the window like a sardine, I
with a round little head and a heart that practically wept tears of joy because reaching my
fluttered rapidly in its chest. I looked over at destination was a possibility at that moment.
the mother and she was grinning, her eyes
shining. Can we listen to it? she asked. And I strolled through the EW exactly one hour later,
so with me standing right next to her, she proud of myself for making it on time to my
heard her babys heartbeat for the first time. shift. However, the pat on my back was imme-
It was a rapid collection of clicks that sound- diately interrupted by the commotion from the
ed nothing like the heartbeat we all have, yet trauma slot. As I peeked through the tiny red
it was absolutely breathtaking. window looking directly into that room, a team
In school, Wednesdays are the worst day of of nurses and doctors had already begun to
the week, already dragged down by assign- wheel out the body of a man who was lost in a
ments but too far away from the weekend sea of blankets, blood, and medical equipment.
to feel any sense of relief. During Project Poor soul, I thought to myself as I walked to
Healthcare, Wednesdays dont really exist. the nurses station. Curiosity infected my mind.
With the unconventionally scheduled shifts, Who was the man? What happened to him? Did
it is easy to lose track of little things like the he have any family? I wasnt ready to hear the
days of the week. But for doctors, Wednes- answers. I couldnt bear the thought of being
days could amount to anything. A trauma invested in the life of a dying man.
case, a surgery. A life, a death. And thats Instead, I distracted myself by keeping busy with
what intrigues me so much about this pro- my shifts. This plan was successful up until the
fession. This is no office job where the daily EW nurses received John Does belongings. As
agenda is sitting on your desk, waiting to be they rummaged through his personal items, I
checked off. Every day is something new. could no longer contain my desire to know how
Everyday has the potential to leave you with the mystery man landed in the hospital.
a wondrous, humbling experience. Do you know what happened to the last
person in the trauma slot? I asked.
He tried to kill himself. Jumped in front
of a train, said one of the nurses nonchalantly.
I
way that anyone could be so casual about self-
stood on the train platform, slowly harm.
suffocating from the summer humidity No sweetie, this was intentional. Unfor-
and the stench of stale vomit and urine. tunately, this sort of thing is not uncommon at
My phone told me that it was only 7:00 in Bellevue, said the other nurse somberly.
the morning, but I still felt anxious. My first The temperature of the room dropped
volunteer shift in the Bellevue Emergency ten degrees. Even though I was wearing a thick
G
the D line to show up sickened me. But, he
rowing up as a South Asian-Ameri-
was surrounded by a team of doctors and
can in New York City is both excit-
nurses after all. Perhaps he was still alive.
ing and enlightening. My hyphenat-
Its a shame that he died. He had
ed identity offers the chance to experience
such beautiful children.
the vibrancy and grandeur of both cultures,
as well as its fusion through concerts by
The nurses popped my bubble of optimism
underground rappers like Anik Khan and
faster than the thought could leave my head.
savoring pork belly paratha tacos at Smor-
Shivering, I looked over the counter to see
gasburgs Goa Taco. However, I have also
them sadly examining several photos of John
grown aware of a concerning generational
Does family that they retrieved from his
gap amongst South Asian, especially Bengali,
wallet. They also discovered an NYU card
immigrants who were unable to assimilate
amidst his other items, suggesting that Doe
as well as our younger generation and as a
was either an alumnus or professor at the
result, were frequently misled, confused, and
college.
separated from integrating into the Western
majority culture. Consequently, I have been
Sensing my distress, one of the patient care
consumed with responsibility to address
technicians decided to have a long conver-
these cultural and deeply-rooted develop-
sation with me about the varying degrees
mental issues. Working at Bellevue Hospital
of injury that are often seen in the EW , the
has given me the opportunity to not only
most common being suicide. I sat there and
serve a large underserved population, but
listened to her speak, unable to move. She
also cultivate this personal mission.
asked what I thought about the man sleeping
peacefully on the bed across from us.
I was walking around the adult emergency
He has a giant bandage around his
room one morning, peeking over at each
throat, I said.
patients bed to find an inviting face to talk
What else? Look closely, she said
to. I came across a middle-aged South Asian
patiently.
woman lying with her eyes closed, twisting
and turning in bed, writhing in pain. I went
My heart sank. His thin arms were tightly
up to her and introduced myself.
strapped to both sides of the bed, inhibiting
any upper-body movement. He tried to kill
No response.
himself too? I asked desperately. Many
times, she sighed. But as long as he is here,
I mentioned that I was a volunteer and here
we will not allow him to do that.
to help her with anything she needed.
When my shift ended, I walked past the
bandaged man who was now struggling to
No response.
maintain consciousness. Just kill me, he
pleaded. I want to die, he said louder. I
She seemed very confused and I had an-
kept moving forward. No matter how fast I
ticipated that she had many unanswered
walked, however, I could not escape the chill
questions from this ER visit. Despite being
that had permanently settled within me.
T
oday is my sixth shift, and I final- chart I learned that he had fallen at home
ly get it. I finally understand what and the providers were worried about his
the coordinators were talking about heart function due to how out of breath he
during the entire orientation week. I finally became from the smallest tasks.
understand how a patientsomeone with
no agenda to change someones perspective If theres anything Ive learned thus far,
or impact someones daycan make you feel its that you have to connect with people
emotion that you had never felt until today. I in your own individual way, at your own
think today I was consciously empathetic for unique level, for the conversation to be both
the first time in my life. lasting and meaningful. Mr. Young and I
connected through his reminiscing early
The Emergency Ward is a very quiet place, life stories. I found out that he had been a
which is an anomaly in Bellevues Emergen- part of a circus for most of his life (which
cy Department. Rarely do you have anyone I found fascinating! Who do you know
yelling behind a blue curtain because they that grew up as part of a circus?), and he
want food, juice, sweatpants, or simply the also acted at La Mama, a theater run by a
attention of any part of the staff as they revolutionary African American woman in
would like their IV to be removed. Con- the 50s. La Mama to my surprise is just a
versely, in the EW are some of the sickest couple blocks from where I live. I mentally
patients in the ED that have been brought in noted to make it there one day and see it.
by transport (typically a trauma) or walk in. A little while after chatting, I was asked to
Sickness is interesting, though. Aside from transport Mr. Young to receive an echocar-
physical trauma, one can often not gauge the diogram. The nurse had given us the wrong
level of illness from which one is suffering. location, so I was thankful that Mr. Young
In my case, today, among the three patients was so kind, understanding, and did not
that I spoke with, only one of them appeared become frustrated when I took a couple
sick as he had a gauze 4x4 taped on his wrong turns while wheeling him around the
neck spanning from below his left to right Hospital. After I dropped Mr. Young off a
ear. couple floors up, I attempted to spend time
with other patients. One thing I have found
I came into my Emergency Ward shift is that, being a young African American
mentally preparing for this to be one of woman, it is sometimes hard to approach
the more uneventful or lonely shifts as men that are not quite old and also not
there are no other red shirts (volunteers) on quite young, but father age, as I like to see
the shift with you. However, right from the it. I dont know why I feel this bias against
get-go, Anu, another volunteer, introduced them, or feel like they will not want to talk
me to her favorite patients of the day. One to me or will feel awkward talking to me,
of Anus favorites, a man named Mr. Young but I do and I am trying one day at a time to
would soon be one of mine as well, impact- conquer it.
ing me more than he knew that afternoon.
Much like Robert, Mr. Young too asked me if I Im sure you have done some noble things,
was going to be back tomorrow and if I would and some awful,
mind stopping by to say Hello and whole whoever you were, you became a part of me,
heartedly I said I would. Three patients that I when I heard cardiac arrest, team 3.
thought would perceive me as nothing more You were dying and I was watching.
than the current volunteer who was doing They did everything they could they said.
her job had asked me, me personally, to come I hope they did.
back to check on them and I dont think Ive I will never know you, but you will forever
never felt as warm or needed as I did at Bel- be entrenched in my mind.
levue as a volunteer anywhere else in my life.
To know that these perfect strangers who I I also cried for you.
had only met five hours previously appreciated I didnt even know your name,
my presence and allowed me to contribute to and I still cried.
their care in the simplest way meant more to Maybe that was a sign of weakness,
me than I know they will ever even be aware. or strength, but whatever it was,
Although it is only my sixth day, there is one I hope you felt my love for you.
thing about emergency medicine that I know Because nobody deserves to die,
for sureit is not for me. I do not think that I as another patient,
can spend time with a patient treating, caring lesson,
for, getting to know and empathizing with and or a spectators show.
then just send them on their way to never see
again. I kid you not, I came home and tried to I was there with you.
find Robert on Facebook, but I didnt catch his I hope you felt it too.
last name when I was in the EW and I failed I hope God welcomes you,
to pay enough attention to the whiteboard to and treats you well.
remember now. It saddens me to know that if
these patients are discharged tomorrow before
my shift at 1 pm, I may never see them again.
But it also warms me to know that while Ill
never forget them, hopefully they will not
forget me, either. And I hope that I changed
their days in a way that made their Bellevue
experience that much better. I hope I see them
tomorrowI really hope I do.
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