The Unforgetable Man

Derek Achterfeldt
Eng 101
10/14/96 Remembered Event

The Unforgettable Man

Being an orderly at Scottsdale Memorial Hospital was a fun job that required a strong heart. The hospital was a great place for me to experience the beauty of life and the unwanted death of humans. Throughout my year of employment at the Community Hospital, I was able to enjoy my work by interacting with many kinds of interesting patients. Without the hospital, I would have never imagined to be carrying on conversations with most of these people. Aiding curses required many long exhilarating hours of work each day, but I loved experiencing the daily recovery of patients, in which I was able to be some part.
The night of August sixth became a different story. Just as my shift was coming to a normal close, a nurseıs call light from one of the patientıs rooms had illuminated. On one of my many repetitive walks down from the station to a patientıs room, I had nothing else on my mind except for my evening plans with friends. I was extremely happy that this would surely be the last call light I would be answering that shift. As I entered the room, a crying relative came yelling at me. ³He is going, something happened, do something, do something now!², demanded the distressed lady standing right at the bed side. I had seen this man before, although I had never spoken to him. I had know idea that he was not in a stable health.
³All right, all right,² I replied in frustration, not knowing exactly what to do first. I looked at the 84 year old overweight male patient. He appeared very pale with his brown colored eyes half shut looking desperately at me for some sort of help. My mind was becoming blank, as I could not believe what I was about to experience. In training we were told this could happen from time, to time, but I never thought with me. We were also told how to deal with the death of a patient, although I never thought I would be a part in this type of situation. Regardless, I could not think straight. I could not move as I started to panic. I looked around before I noticed that I was the only help available. I became scared. I then all at once, ran out of the room, screaming for help to any one that would be able to hear me, ³Code Blue, Code Blue, room 219 now!² Running back into the room, I stepped behind the bed and pulled the call light on again. The high pitched sound was louder than ever. I stood there waiting, it seemed forever not knowing exactly what I should be doing. The young lady relative was looking at me expecting that I would bring this man back to life. I wanted to do just that, but I did not know exactly how.
Finally, two registered nurses and then a third came veering into the room.
³Whatıs happening?,² the first nurse exclaimed.
³The man just stopped breathing,² I announced to every one.
I reported to the nurses that I was unable to find a pulse and the patientıs respiration rate could not be seen. As I backed off two nurses came racing up to the patient trying to locate a pulse. ³Nothing, nothing,² a nurse concluded as two of them began performing CPR. Within five extremely long minutes, the oldest nurse whispered, ³Itıs too late.²
Right on the spot, the nurse had pronounced the patient dead. I could not believe this scene was actually taking place. For the first time I saw a human die right in front of my own eyes. The death to me did not sink in my head, until a nurse ordered me to call the funeral home, while she would be talking to the family. When I hung up the phone I was again in the room alone with a corpse who seemed to just stare at me. The room now seemed to carry a different indescribable scent that I will never forget. Nurse Jane then walked in the room. She wanted me to clean the body before the coroner would arrive.
Before cleaning the