Courage and Magic

I’m sitting up here on the same rooftop deck in Tel Aviv that I started my unforgettable journey almost three weeks ago! The late afternoon sun is starting to set over the Mediterranean Sea and the intoxicating breezes drift over me, telling me that I surely will be back here. I was born to live by the sea, and I am bewitched by this city and country, by the waves and the salt, the sand, the coolness of the ocean air, and the most beautiful boardwalk I have ever seen in which to take it all in.

I left off my last blog about to start my Jordanian cooking class, but I think I just wanted to get some general thoughts and experiences out on paper before I go to pack and get ready for one last night out before flying home tomorrow morning.

Over the last few years, I have had the privilege of traveling – a lot – and to many different countries and cultures. This has not only been a deliberate choice but something that was in my blood I think from an early age. Everyone laughed at me when I said in all the serious thoughtfulness of a young child that I wanted to be a professional tourist when I grew up. I used to pour over maps imagining what it would be like to actually travel to all those countries. I’m a bit obsessed with globes and still pour over maps. I’m curious and I love trying new things. I love meeting new people and making friends. I love home and family and always want a real home to come back to – I don’t think I could be one of those that travel indefinitely over years and years – but there’s nothing quite like the excitement of planning for a trip, the rush of airports, and the deep joy that comes from experiencing moments of breathtaking beauty in this incredible world we live in.

I guess I have heard so many times that traveling is “an escape from reality.” Nothing could be further from the truth. Travel drops you smack right into the middle of reality and demands that you confront what you see, feel, experience. Traveling requires guts. Guts to face the challenges to whatever worldview you might have or been brought up with. It requires courage to face yourself. Wandering through cities or wilderness or wherever by yourself, you are brought face to face with WHO YOU ARE: your assumptions about other people and cultures and countries. Perhaps you start to realize that that upper-middle class white American existence that was all you’ve ever known – and the concomitant worldview that accompanies it – is not the only valid way to think. Perhaps you realize that relationship you’re in is not really the right one for you. Perhaps you become aware of how crazy blessed you are when you see whole villages that have next to nothing and you tell yourself you will never complain about anything again. And because there are so many practical challenges with travel, you also are confronted always with CHOICE. Do you choose to live in and embrace the moment? – The bus schedules written in a foreign language, the missed train, the hard bed and getting lost for hours in a strange city, the forgotten toothbrush, or stolen bag. Of course, we have these opportunities every.single.day. to choose, to change, to examine who we are but all I’m trying to, perhaps inadequately, say is that travel accelerates that process in a crazy way.

And just as travel is about shattering worldviews, confronting assumptions and prejudices, travel is also about MAGIC. I have had my senses filled with so much beauty that the joy threatened to shatter my soul. It seemed at times too big to contain. I will never forget standing in the pure snow of Iceland as it whipped around me gazing into the glowing, gold horizon over a sea fronted by a black beach and the tears just came to my eyes. I thought perhaps it was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever experienced. I remember weeping my way through the Jewish center of Prague, just unable to contain the emotion from the thousands of lives lost and the children that had to go through such unspeakable things. I remember where laughter trumped any need for a common language in a little mountain village in Thailand as we sat around sharing a meal and an unforgettable evening. I remember the complete exhilaration of sailboat racing in Sweden with some of the finest people I’ve met in my life: a group of friends whose love for each other was so real and tangible and who opened that love to include me.   And just this trip I remember so much – the moment my guide, Mahmoud, led me blindfolded to the edge of a cliff to surprise me with a view of the Treasury in Petra, the crazy beautiful slot canyons, the delight of scuba diving – always – seeing enormous fish the size of bathtubs, sunken wrecks, crazy funny puffer fish, and the blues, yellows, greens, reds of coral. Its hard to even convey the magic. (and there’s my plug for scuba diving, people…do it. It’s the closest thing I can imagine to being on another planetJ One of my favorite things in all the world. …

Anyway, I’m not really sure I conveyed all that was on my heart, but I guess I’m just trying to encourage everyone to be open to new people, experiences, ideas, cultures. Perhaps the ideas you have about the Middle East are a bit skewed – mine were before coming here. Perhaps you just want to try something new! Don’t be scared! Step out. All I know is that my life has been indelibly changed and enriched by stepping outside my comfort zone and experiencing this awesome world we all share together. Shalom…

Border crossings, travel hiccups,…and finally, Jordan!

I finally arrived in Tel Aviv, having flown the last leg of my journey from Instanbul with an abnormally high number of children aboard – I was soon to learn this is the norm around here.  Families have a HUGE number of children and traveling with all 5-8 children is certainly way more common than in the US.  Ben Gurion airport is beautiful and security was a breeze, despite my apprehensions from all the warnings I had been given about it.   Basically I just got interrogated with a few specific questions through some thick glass – I had to keep asking the guard to repeat himself as I could barely hear him with all the noise in the background. I’m sure he thought I was extremely dense and could do no harm in his country and let me through to claim my bag and get my adventure started! J

First couple hiccups included my debit card being refused by the airport ATM, and subsequently my taxi driver refusing to let me pay with a card despite my being told clearly before I got in that it would be no problem. So here I am in the middle of the night with a taxi driver who needs to be paid, me with too little cash and no clue where I am, and a debit card that doesn’t work… lovely J We found a little free-standing ATM that worked (thank goodness!) and I arrived at my little hotel…where I couldn’t sleep at all thanks to the time change. It turned out this place had an absolutely lovely rooftop deck that overlooked the Meditteranean Sea and it felt soooo good to be up there, feeling the night breezes and taking in all the sensations around me. Being awake in such a lovely setting was a great excuse to get a work out in and I felt truly ALIVE and so happy and excited to be exactly where I was and for what the next few weeks held in store for me.

Early the next morning I arrived at the little domestic airport in TLV way too early and had to wait outside the (well-secured) gates till the airport opened. Fortunately, I wasn’t the only one that made that mistake so I had some good conversation to keep me occupied. And, oh, did I say that security was a breeze somewhere earlier in this blog?! Yeah…nope. They scrutinized my passport, didn’t really like what they saw, made a very long phone call to god knows who, scrutinized it some more, questioned me about pretty much everything, ran my bags through the scanner LITERALLY about 5-7 times (I lost track), unpacked my fastidiously packed backpack, and finally handed me my stuff and my passport back and told me to enjoy my flight to Eilat. Whew!

So I arrived in Eilat (very far south resort beach town on the Red Sea) but I immediately zoomed off to the Jordanian border to begin my grand Jordanian tour. The border crossing was another almost unbelievable amount of passport checks. I think I literally had to show 7-8 people my passport, stopping at each different window, checkpoint, gate, scanner. Carrying my bags down a rather long stretch of no-man’s land to the Jordanian gate, it felt exactly like something in a movie… the hot desert air, the tall white metal gates in the distance, a couple other people in the distance struggling solo with their bags as well… interesting. I’m learning to really embrace the moments though and roll with each part of the happenings as part of the adventure. It makes it way more peaceful and way more exciting too, ironically.

My Jordanian driver deserves a blog devoted entirely to him, but for now let me just say he and I were quite the buddies by the time we arrived in Wadi Musa 2 hrs later. An older gentleman with 8 grown children, he really had quite the perspectives on Jordanian culture and population, the world, the USA, people, marriage, etc etc. More on him perhaps later…

The first thing my tour coordinator had booked for me was a cooking class with the Bedoins. I really had no idea what to expect but it sounded fun… boy, was it ever SO cool and completely different than anything I could have even made up or wanted. My Jordan experiences will be continued in next blog… Have to get ready to go have breakfast and leave Jerusalem for exploring up in beautiful Northern Israel… J

 

 

Fly Turkish Air!

Yikes! It’s been over a year since I wrote my last blog… out of sheer laziness I have to confess, as well as that ever-present, nagging little voice that makes me wonder if it’s really even worth the effort and sends intimidating doubts into my head about my ability to adequately express myself. BUT I think it is worth it – as an act of discipline as well as art, AND my (very small) fan base (mostly consisting of my immediate family;) has been begging me to. Both good enough reasons for me to relax a bit from my exploring, pour a glass of wine, and reminisce “on paper” about my experiences … so, please, pour yourself a glass of wine, put your feet up, and enjoy a trip to the Middle East with me…

I think my journey here really started many, many years ago… My Jewish roots were laid at a very early age and I grew up hearing all the stories, celebrating the Jewish festivals and learning both modern and ancient Jewish history. So to make a long story short, this place of Israel has been on my radar pretty much my whole teenage and adult life.

I rather nervously booked my tickets on Turkish Airline as the flight prices from SFO had literally dropped almost in half after the Ankara bombings… I have scarcely ever been on such a delightful flight though – I think this trip I can so far summarize as feeling like I have been treated like a princess. I did feel like a queen setting up court as I claimed a whole empty row for myself, spread out my travel goodies – pillow, blanket, ear buds, water bottle and settled in for the 11 hr flight to Instanbul. The trip immediately progressed from good to amazing as the hostesses came gliding by with steaming hot washcloths (carefully plucked off their trays with little tweezers as not to contaminate said miniature steam bath), this delight was followed by an elegant menu of hot meals (!) with an unlimited side supply of complimentary red wine and snacks for the asking. I crossed my legs, watched a movie, downed an Ambien, giggled a bit – smug in my savings of $999 for not flying business class and still receiving all the benefits – , and drifted off to sleep (in my whole three seats) dreaming of the wonders awaiting me.

OK.. VERRRRY short and sweet for this first wee post. I was planning on writing a lot more but this girl has to go to bed early for a 3AM arising to hike up Masada for sunrise. Happy Sunday, all.

 

 

 

 

 

Tordstock 200 År

Tordstock 200….

Words to describe this experience…hmmm. It’s tough. A music festival? A camping adventure? A birthday party for 5 Swedish guys all turning 40 (hence the “200” in the festival name)? All of that, yes, but most importantly to me, it was an almost indescribable weekend of witnessing and participating in the beauty of relationships – a celebration held and attended by a community of friends that rivaled, if not exceeded, anything I’ve ever experienced in my life before.

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A little background: My San Diego/Swedish friend Karin has a whole group of close friends back in Sweden, of course, and on the agenda for our trip was this huge birthday weekend for 5 of her good friends who were all turning 40 this year. They had been preparing this event for months and it involved music, stages, grills, hot tubs, campfires, beer, tents, and people – lots of people.

One of the birthday guys has a lovely, rather rural piece of property and had cleared out a gorgeous little plot in the middle of the woods. By the time we Americans showed up (a day early to hang out and help with the last minute prep), there were already multiple booths, stages, grills, hottubs, etc set up. I was extremely impressed! We jumped right in with helping set up tents, make food, test out the beer selection and pretty much laugh our guts out in between the welcoming hugs and extensions of love and friendship.

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The first night  we spent at Karin’s best friend’s home with his lovely family. Omg. The sweetest little family in the world. The next day was unofficially a bit of a more intimate gathering I suppose – which was great for us newbies because we got to meet and get to know some people before the huge Saturday crowd showed up. I think we Americans established ourselves as the master grillers – We really had a blast helping out with everything. It took me right back to the good ol days of my past manning the grill for 1-200 people. Pounds and pounds of Bacon, eggs, hotdogs, hamburgers. Even the Freddie Special (don’t ask…;)

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Ryan manned the woodfired hot tubs! So fun! I guess this is a sorta popular/common thing in Sweden to rent these portable hot tubs. Im so impressed by the lovely portable items you can bring to these festivals – even the mobile port-a-potties were heated and lit. I almost camped out in one it got so cold the first night! J Probably the most impressive piece of equipment was the grill. Johan – who is a genius with his hands – designed and built the one we used. I want one.

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We stayed up till the wee hours of the morning singing and talking around the campfire, hollering out both Swedish and English tunes even if we could only join in in the “lah lah lah’s” of the chorus… Those who know me know that I am quite obsessed with campfires – some of my favorite memories involve friends and campfires and nights under the stars… I was pretty much in Heaven soaking it all in and enjoying the music and keeping the fire stoked. 🙂 We Even busted out another batch of grilled hotdogs at 2AM for those who had worked up an appetite (again)!

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Karin is friends with a rather well-know European musician named “Yellow Mike” and she had secretly arranged with him to stop over on his way up to Oslo for a surprise concert – it was completely amazing. We loved it – his stage presence and music were stellar and it was so kind of him to swing by for a couple hours and honor us with his time and music.

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One of the birthday guys’ brothers has been in a band since 1978. They were the main presenters of the weekend and, gosh, do these guys rock. They sound SO great and filled the woods with such an epic mix of popular songs – both Swedish and English. We stayed up through most of the nights too, just singing around the campfire and enjoying these perfect moments in time.

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So, this is really just barely scratching the surface of an outstanding weekend, but hopefully the pictures will help bring it all together. I know I made some epic memories – the love and laughter, the fun and music, the bonding. I was so touched by the palpable love most of all. There was no holding back on hugs and kisses. You could see, touch, feel and were basically immersed in a mileau of deep comraderie and could clearly see the affection that these special group of friends shared. I feel deeply honored to have been not only invited to share in the activies but to be welcomed warmly into those bonds of friendship.   Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all of you lovely Swedes. I really do miss you.

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Fika, Family, and Friends… A Swedish journey begins.

Several months ago, two of my really good friends asked me if I would like to join on a trip this summer over to Scandinavia and Scotland to visit family, friends and explore. Well, of course, I said yes. Who wouldn’t, right? It was fun thing to look forward to over the better part of this year and made super easy by the fact that they planned most everything on the itinerary, leaving me only to paypal money over for tickets and activities and anticipate a rollicking good time. 🙂

Karin and Ryan...first leg of our journey:)

Karin and Ryan…first leg of our journey:)

to say i overpacked would be an understatement...me - who traveled through europe and asia with one backpack. sheesh. i think i was intimidated by how stylish the Swedes are.

to say i overpacked would be an understatement…me – who traveled through europe and asia with one backpack. sheesh. i think i was intimidated by how stylish the Swedes are.

Sweden (where we began our journey) besides being a country of lovely people, efficient systems, and streamlined designs is pretty much a photographer’s heaven of beautiful topography and an outdoor lover’s paradise, so I was very much in my element…:)

Swedes love their shrimp sandwiches, salmon, orange juice, and meatballs! :) not necessarily all at once.

Swedes love their shrimp sandwiches, salmon, orange juice, and meatballs! 🙂 not necessarily all at once.

Ry and I grabbing our first "fika" in Stockholm airport

Ry and I grabbing our first “fika” (a Swedish coffee time!)  in Stockholm airport

We partook in so many varying experiences during our few weeks overseas that I’ve been a little stumped as to how to write about it all, so I decided to just take small chunks of our trip and write about them separately and throw a few pictures alongside.

might as well grab a tattoo while getting a cuppa coffee...

for those who like getting a tattoo while grabbing a cuppa coffee…

We landed in Copenhagen after a verrry long flight and about the only thing I had time for before we jumped on the train was to try the mandatory Danish hot dog. Yummo. I became a believer. Much yummier than American hotdogs (and their ketchup – totally different and better as well….) I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it. Another gustatorial highlight for me was Swedish made lemon-curd ice cream. I think I visibly swooned in delight. Forgive the digressions here so early on, but all travelers know that this is just how trips are: a veritable flood of simultaneous, sensual bombardments: airports, languages, foods, sights, sounds, landscapes, people. It all just floods over you and you hope and pray and train yourself to capture it all: the joy and sadnesses you see, the tastes and smells, the experiences and people – everything – so that you become fully present in the moment and so those memories can stay with you when you when you find yourself bumping down to earth to face a long shift at work or a lonely afternoon at home cleaning the house.

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Our home base was my Swedish friend Karin’s parents place right outside Gothenburg in a little town called Lerum. Their house sits delightfully right by a gorgeous lake, so we could not resist a shockingly cold but refreshing first morning dip off the dock. My friend, Ryan, (Karin’s husband) told me a couple years ago one of his life philosophies – repeating it again on this trip to us – is to always say “yes” to experiences if you have the chance – make memories… LIVE. So we all practiced that gamely – for the most part – cold morning swims, midnight mountain hikes, eating haggis in Scotland, getting off the beaten path, sail boat racing in the rain..etc. etc.

selfie after our first morning run in Karin's hometown! :) we were proud of ourselves.

selfie after our first morning run in Karin’s hometown! 🙂 we were proud of ourselves.

Ryan and Anders enjoying a morning cup of coffee and chat.

Ryan and Anders enjoying a morning cup of coffee and chat.

Our first lovely day in Sweden we celebrated Jody’s birthday by taking a ferry out to one of the islands in the Gothenburg archipelago and having a picnic and surprise champagne and chocolate up on one of the viewpoints. I loved the little villages scattered about beneath us and of course all the boats moving in and out of all the water channels.

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one of Ryan’s (many) dream houses

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stunning view from our hill.  out in the archipelago somewhere..

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Jody’s birthday party!! woohoo

a sunshiny nap after hike and lovely hilltop lunch

a sunshiny nap after hike and lovely hilltop lunch

Great start of an epic trip – and so fun to share it with awesome friends as most of my travels have been solo trips up to this point. Cheers! Or skål! As the proper Swedish toast goes…

Next episode: Music and Birthday festival:  Tordstock 200!!! Stay tuned….:)

Fifty Shades of Green

As is the usual case with my little (or not so little) ventures, we packed so many activities and sights into a few days that its crazy thinking back on everything that we fit in the last three days. When I say “we,” I am referring to my fellow travel nurse friend, David, and his friend, Amanda. David and I met in Washington while on assignment and I am delighted that he and his brother Stephen just moved near here on another assignment. Yay for friends, reunions and new adventures! 🙂

David picked me up after my last 12 hr shift for the week so we could start off early the next AM from his house to Yosemite and Mono Lake (4 and 6 hrs away, respectively) and still be able to take advantage of half of the day. Boy, am I so glad we started off early!

Yosemite, as most of you know, is ginormous and so crazy beautiful that one could wander there for a lifetime and still find things to do and explore. We rolled into the valley floor about midday and started off in search of a hidden trailhead David had heard about from a friend – to a now closed trail, presumably because it was so dangerous – a fact we swiftly found out while hiking up it.

Following directions Via screenshots of a blog that described in detail where this trailhead began, we started clambering over huge boulders up a steep mountain side and found our trail. To say I felt ALIVE and IN LOVE with life and this amazing world would be an understatement. It was incredible. No one but us as far as the eye could see overlooking as we climbed what can only be described as some of the most beautiful scenery on earth. Breathtaking in its grandeur and the glory of rocky mountain cliffs rising thousands of feet from the valley floor – I was in awe and delight. (in between panting from the 1000+feet climb)… As we rounded the last corner, the view from our summit of gushing waterfalls far below us nearly brought tears to my eyes.

We barely made it to Glacier Point for the sunset but enjoyed the views and a couple freezedried meals on top of the parkJ I had fun experimenting with lighting and a couple night shots. One of the highlights of the evening was meeting this fellow who had set up a telescope in preparation for a star tour he was giving later that night and he allowed me to look into it. At 2800x magnification, the planets are so beautiful. I saw Jupiter – and all four of its moons, Venus, and, in exchange for guarding his telescope for a few minutes, he turned the scope around and let me view Saturn in all its glory with its beautiful rings around it. I guess we hadn’t planned our somewhat spontaneous trip very well as we still didn’t know where we were going to stay for the night, but left the park about 9:30 PM for Mono Lake, another 2 ½ hour drive! Poor David was the only one that can drive a clutch, so allll the driving was up to him (while we slept)….

I think when we finally found a campsite about 1AM, it was the fastest anyone has ever set up camp. Within 10 min, tents were out and up, sleeping bags unrolled and into an exhausted sleep we fell. I woke up early, as usual, and re-discovered my joy of campsite mornings: hot fresh coffee, crackling fire, a quiet campsite, sizzling sausages, peace…

Peace, that is, till I had to try to reserve a campsite for the following night. I almost had smoke coming out my ears – first as the office didn’t open for 1 ½ hrs after opening time, second while waiting in line listening to an inane discussion figuring out logistics for a large camping party, and then, thirdly while actually dealing with the lady behind the counter. I shall refrain from getting too descriptive but I haven’t dealt with someone so DUMB (or slow) before. Just picture walls full of knick knacky fishing sayings, marriage jokes, old cash registers, handwritten schedules, rulers… and you kinda get the idea.. I seriously felt like saying, “Lady! We don’t want to stay HERE all day – we actually just want to be on our way enjoying our day!!” They ran that place like Nazis too. Just sayin…we could have found a better campground…like the beautiful state owned one literally a hundred yards down the road that we couldn’t see because we arrived in the dark.

I had something of an obsession to see Mono Lake and take pictures of the Tufa (towering salt residue structures) , especially at sunset and sunrise when everything turns orange and pink, but David talked me into checking out Mammoth Mountain and a couple cool things he wanted us to see. (once again, trying to cram as much as we possibly could into the day! J )

Once there, we took a shuttle bus down a very steep mountain road to see Devil’s Postpile (very very cool!) and a 2 mile hike to view Rainbow Falls. Beautiful!

Mono Lake was next and it was extraordinary. Tufa are large salt formations and they were splayed out in front and around us like something unearthly and magical. It felt like we had stepped onto another planet. I wouldn’t have been surprised in the least to see some strange, mythical creature rise out of the water at any minute! After a while prowling around and deciding the sky wasn’t going to be great for sunset pictures, we attempted to visit Bodie, an old ghost town way out in the Boonies, but were turned back at the gate as it was after hours. NOT to be deterred, we vowed to come back the next day as this place was high on our list to explore.

That night we roasted up some red bell peppers, baby red potatoes and teriyaki chicken! Delicious! I should call myself a campfire gourmand or something! Maybe start an outdoor cooking show…hey. That’s not a bad idea…:)

Bodie did not disappoint in the least. I can’t tell you how much fun I had, map and descriptions in hand, perambulating about this old town, taking pictures, experimenting with angles and colors and just basically being fascinated by the history, as well as getting very sunburnt! I have just finished a book by Isabel Allende that centers a lot on San Francisco/Northern California during the Gold Rush era, so this all felt familiar and super interesting. Only 5% of the town remains now which, considering the number of buildings still standing is impressive! The following are a couple little facts and links of interest:

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“Almost 10,000 tons of rich ore was extracted from this mine, yielding close to $15 million in 25 years. Bodie became a boomtown in 1877. By 1879 Bodie had a population of approximately 8,500 people and more than 2,000 buildings.” http://www.monocounty.org/bodie/?gclid=CjwKEAjwtr6sBRDv7uzB492H9XISJADj6aqb8kkJw3pVVl3WOYJp1rKn35YNxBhMFzULAEjlJ8OIfRoC_5zw_wcB

Just driving around from place to place was so impactful: literally “fifty shades of green” covered the hillsides and mountains and plains: soft sage colors of brush to dark, scraggly pine trees emerging straight out of rock cliffs, to vibrant bushes, and rustling tree leaves, white birch trees crowding the banks of a lake, still and peaceful forest trees unencumbered with any underbrush – all combined with vibrant blue skies and cloud formations made for just unrivaled beauty. I just could barely take it all in and tried to keep imprinting it all in my mind (sometimes via my trusty camera:)

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After much debate and pondering about whether to head to Bristlecone Pine Forest to take spectacular photos, we decided the sky wasn’t going to be good..:( Pretty hazy due to the ongoing fires…so, we hoofed it back through Yosemite and spontaneously stopped at Pothole Mountain after seeing this guy run up it. Easy peasy, right?! I nearly puffed out a lung but it was so gloriously worth it! Stunning. I definitely get a natural high from scenery like this. I can’t wait to go back again. Amazing. We stopped for pizza (no, not freeze-dried!) and made it home safely, accompanied into the city by the most mind-blowing sunset. It was truly a fabulous way to wind up our adventure.   A big thank you to my great companions for a lovely time.

Code Blue

Code Blue!

One minute my patient is alert, eating her lunch and due for discharge that afternoon; the next minute she is unresponsive, suddenly incontinent, flaccid, and bradycardic with an unreadable blood pressure.

What happens next, in my opinion, is scarcely short of miraculous…and I’m not talking flutter of angel wings, heavenly music, instant recovery, but the workings of a system in place honed and perfected to handle any emergency situation arising within the four walls of a modern acute care facility.

Within minutes (if that) of slamming one’s hand on the code blue button an entire team of highly trained professionals are abruptly ending conversations, running down stairwells, slamming through doors and arriving at the bedside to do what they do best: save a life.

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Organized chaos ensues: nurses perform CPR; placing lines, leads, pads, cuffs and probes to monitor oxygen, heart rhythm, blood pressure and, if necessary, to shock an unresponsive heart back into a viable rhythm. Respiratory therapists take their place at the head of the bed and ensure a patent airway. Code leader immediately asks for relevant history and patient data and starts directing situation-specific algorithms and interventions. Pharmacists stand ready to help with any drug related situations and questions. One nurse is recording every shock, drug, interventions, responses and timing of everything. Anethesiologists and ICU nurses are taking orders and working in sync starting necessary iv’s, obtaining labs, bolusing fluids, pushing drugs. All are keenly aware of the code leaders calm voice through it all directing, reviewing, questioning, probing : the how’s, the why’s, what’s underlying diagnosis, where are we at now, what’s the blood pressure, anyone have any suggestions, lets review the data, let’s get an EKG, lets call the neurologist, lets infuse another liter.

The outcomes, of course, are varied. Sadly, some patients don’t make it despite heroic interventions. Many, however, do and are usually transferred to the ICU for close monitoring. My patient was one of the lucky ones. She gradually regained consciousness and became appropriately responsive, and I squeezed her hand assuring her she was in good hands as they wheeled her off my unit.

There is always a certain “feel” to a unit following a code blue. A certain calm or “release”. A doctor here or there charting or making phone calls. A now empty patient room that looks like a tornado just released its fury in there: tubing and packaging splayed on the floor, IV start kits ripped open and a desecrated crash cart shoved to the wall, monitors blipping vaguely, equipment pushed to the side and empty Iv bags hanging. I wander back out to the nurses station and attempt to focus on the screen in front of me …oddly enough I can barely keep my eyes open even with the adrenalin still coursing through my veins. Well, not so odd: I barely slept the night before and its well past break time. Such is the life of a nurse…My charge practically shoves me out the door for lunch and another day continues on…

Oh, and I haven’t even mentioned Rapid Response Teams!…those are my favorite 🙂

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