Thursday, June 17, 2010
Video: Spanish Love Song
I'm locked, loaded, and Rosetta Stoneded...(whatever)...seriously though I should have learned this stuff along time ago :S
A Dying Doll
All of the interns got together for neonatal resuscitation training today. It was pretty interesting and low stress, as there is too much to learn in one sitting. We just did alot of scenarios with dummies (plenty of repetition). The very beginning is a 2-3 hour video going over all of the material in one broad swoop by doing reenactments of recussitations again using dummies. Everybody has seen a billion of these between all the other similar courses we take, so when we see some soap opera show actors trying to make a very obvious plastic doll-resuccitation look real, all the while shouting all kinds of made for tv movie cliche's, we have to snicker a little...or alot :P.
But then it came to the 7th and last lesson, which was a neonate born too young which was going to die (like had 99.9% chance of it). Even though it was a plastic doll and the acting was again abysmal, the class was totally silent. We've seen all these things throughout medical school, some of which are really sad, and we're used to dealing with most of them, but I don't think many or any of us had experienced the end of life care of a neonate. As the doctor discussed the choices the parents had, when they pulled out a very small, very fake plastic doll, when the doctor came to tell the parents they had stopped providing respirations for the small "dying" doll, and the mother gave out this long hammy whail, throughout the whole thing the room was in complete silence.
Whether or not my fellow classmates were stunned for the same reason, I can't say. For me, I was spooked by the idea of that doll being my son, or for that matter, any of the other dolls in any of the other scenarios I had laughed at...whatever the reason for everyone else, that 30 minute section got passed every single one of our desensitizations and guards leaving us completely silent at this seemingly dying doll.
But then it came to the 7th and last lesson, which was a neonate born too young which was going to die (like had 99.9% chance of it). Even though it was a plastic doll and the acting was again abysmal, the class was totally silent. We've seen all these things throughout medical school, some of which are really sad, and we're used to dealing with most of them, but I don't think many or any of us had experienced the end of life care of a neonate. As the doctor discussed the choices the parents had, when they pulled out a very small, very fake plastic doll, when the doctor came to tell the parents they had stopped providing respirations for the small "dying" doll, and the mother gave out this long hammy whail, throughout the whole thing the room was in complete silence.
Whether or not my fellow classmates were stunned for the same reason, I can't say. For me, I was spooked by the idea of that doll being my son, or for that matter, any of the other dolls in any of the other scenarios I had laughed at...whatever the reason for everyone else, that 30 minute section got passed every single one of our desensitizations and guards leaving us completely silent at this seemingly dying doll.
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