I took care of my first ruptured AAA last night. Can I just say...HOLY SHIT that was scary.
More coherent posts will follow, but I just needed to get that off my chest so I can sleep today.
One day I woke up and realized I'm not a baby nurse anymore. I'm not even a young nurse. I'm a real adult who has now been doing this for years, and I'm definitely expected to know what I'm doing at all times. And that's fucking terrifying.