
Intermountain Medical Center.... IMC. Lately it seems like this is my home away from home. I am here on Mondays, Tuesday, and Wednesdays for clinicals and then I venture on up to the rehab floor whenever I have time to sit with my Grandma. For those who don't know, my Grandma had a hemorrhagic stroke 3 weeks ago when she came down to Utah for the Jazz game and has been recovering here ever since.
I have been thinking alot lately about this career that I have chosen, and watching someone that I love struggle back to health has given me an entire new perspective on medicine. All of a sudden an IV bag is not just something I need to hurry and change, but something that is helping to pull the fluid off of my Grandmother's brain, a feeding tube went from something that slowed me down while giving morning meds to the only thing that is providing nutrition to the woman who has fed me countless times throughout my childhood. I am suddenly grateful for this hospital: for the smells, for the medicine, and for all the people who save lives everyday. It really is different to see this process from the eyes of the patient's family. I hope that I can carry this feeling and this lesson with me throughout my career in healthcare and remember that every patient is not just another case, not just someone I need to chart on... but a real person with feelings and worries and loved ones. My Grandma is a fighter and I know she is going to pull through this, and if I had to come to this hospital every day for the rest of my life: I would be happy to call it my new home.




