Time to Move On :: Personal Narrative Essays

Time to Move On   charm I was driving to work on a Thursday even out in November at 1000 p.m., for my first night of training on the graveyard shift at Medical Centers Radiology Department. I was imagining the types of exams that could observe to the department from the ER, praying that I would non have to x-ray a rummy or someone that had been in a bad car accident.   When I finally arrived to work at 1100 p.m., I walked through the ER to get to the radiology department. So far the ER was having a authentically slow night. After putting my things away, I met the technologist (Bob) that I would be working with for the next eight hours. Since the department was so quiet, Bob and I had some time to discuss what the graveyard technologists responsibilities included, such as hanging all the x-rays from the night for the Radiologist to read, and getting the paper work hit for the in hospital portable x-rays to be done at 530a.m. before the shift ends at 700a. m.   Now it was going on 100a.m. Bob and I had gotten aquatinted, and I knew all my responsibilities . Since we still had not heard from the ER we both tried to get some sleep. When I was drifting off to sleep, I was hoping that if the ER did call it would only be for easy exams and preferably no drunks.   It was 400a.m. when I awoke to the ringing of the auditory sensation . I knew it was going to be the ER calling to send a patient over for x-rays. When I answered the phone, I was again praying it was something quick and easy. The declare on the other end of the Line said, We have a titty x-ray with a sigh of relief I said, Send them to display panel 3 .   After finishing the chest x-ray, I walked the patient subscribe to the ER. This is when I saw what I had been hoping would not happen on my shift. Doctors and nurses were charge into ER Room 8 where I saw a upstart man (high school age) laying on a back board with a cervical collar on and his he ad had been split open.