Trauma Junkie: Memoirs of an Emergency Flight Nurse [NOOK Book]

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"Trauma Junkie gives us a view over the flight nurse's shoulder from liftoff until the patient is delivered to the hospital and the agonizing minutes in between. These fascinating true stories are impossible to put down." -- James M. Betts, MD, Chief of Department of Surgery and Director of Trauma Services, Children's Hospital, Oakland

"An exciting portrayal of emergency nursing." -- Library Journal

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Overview

"Trauma Junkie gives us a view over the flight nurse's shoulder from liftoff until the patient is delivered to the hospital and the agonizing minutes in between. These fascinating true stories are impossible to put down." -- James M. Betts, MD, Chief of Department of Surgery and Director of Trauma Services, Children's Hospital, Oakland

"An exciting portrayal of emergency nursing." -- Library Journal

"Fast-paced nonfiction that reads like an adventure story." -- School Library Journal

In Trauma Junkie, readers accompany veteran flight nurse Janice Hudson as she races in response to emergency calls in the San Francisco Bay Area. Her workplace is a cramped California Shock Trauma Air Rescue (CALSTAR) helicopter in which medical personnel try to fix the human carnage wrought by shootings, accidents and natural disasters.

In this new and expanded edition, Hudson updates readers on how she and her colleagues have fared since moving on to different medical roles -- including her own battle with multiple sclerosis, which ultimately forced her to give up the job she loved.

The new Trauma Junkie also contains several previously unpublished stories, including a new addition to the lineup of "stupid human tricks" Hudson witnessed and an all-new chapter describing a call involving the most heartbreaking of patients: a child who didn't make it.

Hudson is a natural storyteller who conveys the excitement of her days with calstar -- heroic rescues, tragic deaths and the hilarious incidents that made the tension bearable -- and the deep commitment of her team to keep patients alive in the most perilous situations.

For information on California Shock Trauma Air Rescue Ambulances Services please visit calstar.org

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Editorial Reviews

Jerold Leblanc
It is this simple, basic human emotion [compassion] which is also Trauma Junkie's greatest strength.
Margaret Allen
Her stories of actual helicopter rescue missions and emergency room work are engrossing ... an exciting portrayal of emergency nursing.
Chatelaine
It's like an episode of ER set high in the sky ... pulse-quickening reality reading.
Gwen Gentry
A fascinating look behind the curtain as it explores the stress-filled business of saving lives.
—Oakland Tribune, March 30, 2001
Sherri Forgash
Not for the weak-hearted! ... the author is a wonderful storyteller.
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
Devotees of medical adventures will enjoy this exciting and well-written account of the 10 years the author spent as a flight nurse for CALSTAR (California Shock/Trauma Air Rescue), a helicopter ambulance service based in the San Francisco Bay Area. Drawing on a journal she kept to help herself cope with the stress of dealing with so many critically wounded victims, Hudson describes the dramatic rescues she participated in daily. She worked 24-hour shifts with a second nurse and a pilot; crew members worked, ate and slept together and developed strong bonds based on the quick decisions they had to make to save lives and the heartbreak they sometimes shared. Many of the calls were to the sites of automobile accidents where severely injured people had to be stabilized and airlifted to the nearest trauma center. Hudson relates the story of "amazing Jim," who survived against the odds after she and her colleague worked with firefighters for hours to remove him from the wreckage of a tanker trailer. In other cases, death was unavoidable. Hudson and her crew were called to remove a five-year-old girl from a car crash caused by a parent who was driving drunk. After their patient died, the two nurses also struggled unsuccessfully to save the life of the girl's infant brother, who had been thrown from the wreckage. Despite such sad moments, Hudson, who now works as a nurse anesthetist, has fond memories of her former life on the edge, and she shares them vividly with readers. Color photos. (Apr.) Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
KLIATT
This book should come with a warning label: not for the weak-hearted! The author writes her true story of the exciting, challenging life-and-death situations of her job as a team member on CALSTAR (California Shock/Trauma Air Rescue). She doesn't spare any details when describing the worst, most unimaginable accidents. One particular rescue task involved extricating a man from a truck that was on top of him. Her job races from adventure to adventure—everything from saving small children to being involved in the middle of gang fights. For 10 years Janice reveled in this job, until she decided to return to graduate school to earn a master's degree in nursing. This will appeal to anyone considering the medical profession and to those who choose to experience an adrenaline rush from a book and not the actual harrowing events. As well as being a highly trained professional nurse, the author is a wonderful storyteller. KLIATT Codes: SA—Recommended for senior high school students, advanced students, and adults. 2001, Firefly, 250p. illus. 23cm., $15.95. Ages 16 to adult. Reviewer: Sherri Forgash Ginsberg; Chapel Hill, NC , July 2001 (Vol. 35, No. 4)
VOYA
CALSTAR is the acronym for California Shock/Trauma Air Rescue, a helicopter ambulance service in the San Francisco Bay area. In 1987, the author, an emergency room nurse, took a position with CALSTAR. At that time, air ambulance service was a new field, and Hudson was eager to participate in its development. After three years on the job, she began to keep a journal of her experiences to cope with the enormous stress inherent in carrying out her duties. This book is Hudson's harrowing diary made public. Chopper nurses are usually the first medical personnel to arrive at the scene of horrific car crashes, gruesome shootings, and calamitous natural disasters such as fires and earthquakes. During Hudson's decade-long tenure as a flight nurse, she saw more than enough blood and mangled bodies to last a lifetime. Particularly affecting in her account were the emergencies involving children. Her words do not hold back in accounting these often-heartbreaking situations, and in fact, a hallmark of the book is her remarkable candor. Patients sadly do not always pull through, but against all odds, many do. Their stories are frankly inspirational. On occasion, incidents actually evoke chuckles from the reader because of their ludicrous circumstances. Overall, this book is a fascinating chronicle of one courageous woman's challenging career in an extremely demanding profession. Its narrative recalls the drama of ER squared. Glossary. Photos. Maps. VOYA CODES: 5Q 4P S A/YA (Hard to imagine it being any better written; Broad general YA appeal; Senior High, defined as grades 10 to 12; Adult and Young Adult). 2001, Firefly Books, 264p, $24.95, $15.95 Trade pb. Ages 16 to Adult. Reviewer: RandyBrough SOURCE: VOYA, August 2001 (Vol. 24, No. 3)
School Library Journal
Adult/High School-Fast-paced nonfiction that reads like an adventure story, with language, print, and content suitable for reluctant readers. Hudson worked for 10 years as a member of the California Shock/Trauma Air Rescue (CALSTAR), a nonprofit emergency rescue service, using helicopters for quick transport of seriously injured patients. The job required strength, bravery, strong medical skills, quick thinking, and the ability to function on little sleep when necessary. The rewards, as she describes them, are incredible. The book consists of a series of vignettes that describe some of her more memorable experiences, from having to share quarters as a new hire with a male nurse to the death of children due to their drunken father's driving. In a balanced and gripping style, Hudson presents readers with an exciting career option and turns them into vicarious trauma junkies.-Carol DeAngelo, Kings Park Library, Burke, VA Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Journal of the Emergency Medicine Society
The sights, smells and sounds of responding to an emergency by helicopter come rushing back as Hudson sets the scene.
— Eileen Frazer
Booklist - William Beatty
Hudson ... was advised to keep a journal to alleviate the stress of her work. These lively and personal memoirs are the fortunate fruit of that advice.
Oakland Tribune - Gwen Gentry
A fascinating look behind the curtain as it explores the stress-filled business of saving lives.
Chatelaine
It's like an episode of ER set high in the sky ... pulse-quickening reality reading.
Edmonton Sun - Jerold Leblanc
Throughout the numerous examples of pain, suffering and death, Hudson is able to convey the most important single aspect those working in her field must possess — human compassion. It is this simple, basic human emotion which is also Trauma Junkie's greatest strength.
Journal of the Emergency Medicine Society - Eileen Frazer
The sights, smells and sounds of responding to an emergency by helicopter come rushing back as Hudson sets the scene in Trauma Junkie. Her descriptive, fast-paced narrative puts the reader at the emergency scene where the most critically injured are treated by highly trained professionals and transported to definitive care in the fastest way possible... Throughout the book, Hudson shares not only her memories, but also her thoughts about life, death and the ability of a "trauma junkie" to deal with the past, present and future.
The sights, smells and sounds of responding to an emergency by helicopter come rushing back as Hudson sets the scene in Trauma Junkie. Her descriptive, fast-paced narrative puts the reader at the emergency scene where the most critically injured are treated by highly trained professionals and transported to definitive care in the fastest way possible... Throughout the book, Hudson shares not only her memories, but also her thoughts about life, death and the ability of a "trauma junkie" to deal with the past, present and future.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781770880047
  • Publisher: Firefly Books, Limited
  • Publication date: 12/23/2011
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Updated and Expanded Edition - eBook
  • Edition number: 2
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 95,248
  • File size: 7 MB

Meet the Author

by Janice Hudson
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Excerpt taken from Chapter 10: High Drama and Low Comedy

Another particularly unusual call came on a hot summer day on Mount Diablo, where a man was climbing a formation known as Castle Rock. Our patient had apparently been climbing freehand, with no safety ropes. About halfway up the rock he lost his grip, and tumbled a hundred feet down the face, fracturing his back and both ankles. Because of the remote and inaccessible location, we were first on scene, landing at the top of the rock. We could see him sprawled on the rocks below, surrounded by his climbing companions. Hoisting the trauma bag and packaging gear, we gingerly climbed and slid down to his location. Actually, I bounced down the final ten feet, still clutching the bag and ripping out the seat of my flight suit.

Our patient was awake and writhing in pain. We knew there was no way to haul him back up the way we came without rappelling gear. So we began to cast about for other ways of getting this man off the cliff face as we stabilized and packaged him. The hot sun was radiating off the rocks, and I began to worry about heat stroke — both in the patient and ourselves.

At that point, a winded and red-faced ranger appeared from below as we were placing our patient on the backboard and strapping him in. "You guys aren't going to get him down the way I came," he panted as he reached us. "It's a sheer drop down." We considered our predicament for a few minutes, and then the ranger came up with a plan. "I guess we need to call the Coast Guard helicopter. They have hoisting capabilities."

As it turned out, the Coast Guard was nearby conducting training exercises, and arrived overhead within ten minutes. It was their massive Sikorsky, and we could hear it approaching from miles away. As this enormous beast hovered overhead, the downwash from its five huge rotor blades was staggering, pushing us to our knees as we covered the patient's face as best we could. The hoist swung out, and the rescue medic was lowered down with a wire Stokes basket, his Neoprene wet suit looking a bit out of place in the hundred-degree heat. As he came down, we helped him unstrap the Stokes, which we would used to transport the patient.

"Unhook that line!" he bellowed, pointing to the extra safety line attached to the hoist. I scrambled over, buffeted by the rotor wash, and unhooked the line. "What happened?" he yelled in my ear.

"He fell about a hundred feet off the rock face, landing on his feet, then his back," I screamed back. "His blood pressure is OK, but he's got bad skin signs and he's in a lot of pain."

"OK, let's get him into the Stokes and secured." Together we lifted the backboard and strapped him into the basket. Securing the hoist line and double-checking it, the medic gave an OK sign to the man peering out of the helicopter above us. Slowly our patient began his ascent, sometimes swinging around in a circle. I could only imagine what he must be thinking.

The medic turned to my partner and me. "Which one of you is the primary nurse?"

"I am," I said. "Why?"

The medic looked up and made another motion to the man in helicopter. A device that looked like a horse collar appeared at the door and was lowered down to us. "OK," he yelled. "Just put your arms through here and cross them. Remember to keep your arms crossed on the way up, or you'll fall out."

I was stunned. Did this guy think I was actually going to allow myself get hoisted a hundred feet into thin air, hanging onto that flimsy contraption? Was he nuts? But it was too late. He was already pulling the collar over my head, and the next thing I knew my feet were dangling off the ground. I was pulled up at what seemed like a very rapid rate, leaving me dangling over the sharp rocks below. "Don't look down, don't look down," I whispered to myself, shutting my eyes tightly and gripping the collar for dear life.

The hoist stopped abruptly, and as I opened my eyes, I was just below the hovering helicopter. The winds were whipping me from side to side. "Oh my God, the hoist is stuck," I thought. "And if my arms come uncrossed I will die." A moment of panic ensued, and I took several deep breaths to pull myself together. Then the hoist started moving again slowly, and soon my head was level with the open helicopter door. Two men grabbed my shoulders and hauled me in, explaining that the short stop was to change gears to slow the hoisting mechanism. I felt like a fish being hauled onto a pier, but was deeply grateful to be on a firm surface. They placed a headset on me, and the pilot asked me where we were going.

I was still pretty rattled, but managed to key up the mike. "Uh, to John Muir. It's that hospital over to your right about ten miles." I was secured in my seat next to the patient as the helicopter veered away from the mountain and headed off. Because of the speed of the Coast Guard aircraft, our flight time was only about three minutes, which gave me just enough time to start an IV and grab a blood pressure, no easy feat because my hands were still shaking badly. Our dispatch had called ahead to let John Muir know we were coming, but they knew that we were bringing a rock climber who had fallen. As we brought him into the trauma room and I gave report, I sank down in a chair and muttered to myself, "Never, never again."

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Table of Contents

Preface to the Second Edition 5

1 Lifting Off 11

2 A Day in the life 29

3 Emotional Bunkers 38

4 The Amazing Jim 55

5 We're Not Omnipotent 68

6 In the Dead Zone 81

7 Hard Lessons 92

8 Blown Away on Interstate 5, and Other Stupid Human Tricks 115

9 Why I Missed Vince's Party 132

10 Too Close to Home 149

11 High Drama and Low Comedy 165

12 Aren't You Afraid You're Going to Crash? 174

13 The Day Oakland Burned 192

14 Two Feet on the Ground 212

15 A Time to Die 223

16 The Hardest Drive Home 236

Afterword 254

Glossary 265

Index 271

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First Chapter

Chapter 1

Lifting Off

I had the fear. The all-encompassing fear. That sickening, sinking feeling that the events unfurling before me were barreling rapidly out of my control. At any moment, the beeper would signal the end of this charade, this idea I might someday join the ranks of the best of the best, the elite of the nursing world. Flight nurses.

The helicopter was quiet for now. Morning preflight was done, and Harry had gone back into quarters to start the day's paperwork. The smell of Jet A fuel wafted through the hot July air. Our trauma bag was safely secured with the seat belt on the Day-Glo orange litter, and the tubing for the blood pressure monitor was coiled and stowed so it would be ready to use with one tug. The EKG patches, already attached to the cable, were set to be slapped onto our patient's chest. We were ready for anything. The only thing missing was some unfortunate soul who required our services. For a brief moment, I had a fantasy that maybe I could do this job after all.

Suddenly the pager vibrated on my belt. My stomach felt as if I were on the roller coaster from hell and my sweating hands shook as I grabbed the beeper, pushed buttons randomly and inadvertently deleted the message. My first act, and I had screwed it up.

My career as a flight nurse was off to an inauspicious start.

Harry, one of my mentors during training and my partner that first day, came loping out to the helicopter with Pete, our pilot, running close behind. "All right, let's go," he yelled as he swung into the front seat and effortlessly locked in with the four-point belt. "Ya all set?" he asked, reaching for the maps. "Harry, I'm not ready. I erased everything on my pager. I don't even know where we're going."

"Now, just relax and take a deep breath," Harry said as I panicked. "I'm right here, and I'll help you. We're going to Santa Cruz County on Skyline Boulevard for a motorcycle accident." Pete cranked up the two jet engines, drowning out any further conversation until the intercom was powered up.

As we lifted off I froze, entirely forgetting everything I had learned in our radio class. Despite a week devoted to learning the system we used in the helicopter, and the various county frequencies, it was all now a complete blank. The nurses had four different radios to manage and the pilot three—seven frequencies that might be blaring all at the same time.

I squinted down at the radio console's millions of small buttons and switches. Harry reached over and switched my station to the dispatch radio to let them know of our liftoff time and ETA to the scene. He smiled and patted my hand.

There is a specialized language used on the radios, and I certainly hadn't mastered it. I
tentatively keyed up the mike to our dispatch. "Uh, CALSTAR One, this is CALSTAR, uh, base. I mean, this is CALSTAR One. We, uh, just took off—uh, lifted off from Concord."

There was a slight pause as dispatch considered my garbled message, and I could hear snickering in the background. "CALSTAR One, we are the base. You are the helicopter. And you are responding to a motorcycle accident on Skyline Boulevard. Your map coordinates are Thomas Brothers, page 64, B4. Your ground contact will be Captain 61 on fire white, frequency 154.280. Do you have an ETA?"

I was unsuccessfully trying to write down all of this essential information when I realized I had no idea what our ETA might be. Keying up the transmit button instead of the intercom button, I said, "Pete, they want to know what our ETA is."

Dispatch responded wryly. "CALSTAR One, you hit transmit instead of intercom."

"Oh, sorry."

Pete was up front, giggling. "Janice, relax. It's going to be sixteen minutes if the coordinates I have are correct."

Now I had to do my arithmetic. Let's see. It was 11:12. In sixteen minutes it would be, well, uh ...

Harry again came to my rescue. "Base, CALSTAR One. We have an ETA of 11:28. Copy map coordinates and ground frequency. Confirm Valley Medical is open and willing to accept?"

"Open and accepting," base responded.

The first part of the flight hadn't gone well, but I was determined to get something right. As we approached the scene, I carefully dialed in our ground frequency and rehearsed the dialogue in my mind. I confidently switched off from the dispatch radio and onto the ground unit. "Captain 61, this is CALSTAR. We have an ETA of 11:28. Please let us know when you have a visual on us." Quite pleased with myself, I sat back and awaited their response.

"CALSTAR One, Captain 61. Your landing zone is going to be—"

Abruptly, his radio transmission was drowned out by traffic on two other concurrently running radios. One was a paramedic giving a lazy radio report to another hospital: "... and we have him on four liters of oxygen, and are giving an Allupent nebulizer..." This traffic competed with the comm radio, which was also blaring: "Cherokee 654 Bravo, turn into left downwind after departure. Traffic in the pattern is a Cessna at your two o'clock."

I reached over to switch off the distracting radios, and succeeding in turning them all off. Including our ground contact. Desperation set in. "Harry, help me. I just turned off all the radios back here," I pleaded.

He reached over and flipped up the correct switch. "You're doing fine," he lied. "Takes a while to learn to work the mighty Wurlitzer. Now all you need to do is get our landing zone instructions.
Piece of cake."

Despite my ineptitude, I did manage to get our LZ information from the fire department, who were already on scene. We were to land in a field about one mile away from the actual incident, as there were no safe LZs nearby. A fire truck was waiting to transport us to the accident. Pete circled the area and gently settled us onto the ground. "You're cleared out," he said. As I scrambled out of the helicopter, I remembered to buckle my seat belt behind me so I could find it quickly when we returned with the patient. Harry grabbed the trauma bag and together we scrambled up into the cab of the fire truck.

"Hey," Harry greeted the firefighters. "How's it going?"

"It's pretty crazy up here," one replied. "We now have two separate accidents less than a mile apart. You guys are getting the MCA patient, who planted his face into the back of a parked van while he was going about seventy miles an hour. No helmet—he's pretty messy. The ambulance that was supposed to respond to this accident had to stop up the road for the other one. I don't know if a second ambulance can get to this one."

I was only vaguely listening to this conversation. The fire truck ride was a hoot, and I was grinning like an idiot as we bounced along the rutted road, reflecting on what an enormously cool job this was. As we turned onto Skyline, the firefighter switched on the lights and siren to get through the backed-up traffic. I saw a sign that indicated we were leaving Santa Cruz County and entering San Mateo.

Harry groaned. "So this incident is actually in San Mateo, huh?"

"Yup," the firefighter said. I vaguely wondered what difference that made. "Well, here we are."

Out the window, a group of firefighters huddled around a supine figure on a backboard. We climbed out of the huge truck and trotted over to our patient. "Oh,
Jesus," I said softly. This poor man wasn't recognizable as human. His head was a jagged mass of bone and tissue; his entire face was disconnected from his skull. Facial fractures are graded on the LaForte scale from one to four, depending how much of the face is still connected. This guy had a LaForte fifteen. One of the firefighters was vainly attempting to assist his breathing manually with a bag and mask, but I could tell it wasn't working well. Every time he gave the patient a breath, air would spurt out through holes in his forehead.

Harry asked me to take over the bagging, and the firefighter stood up and handed me the mask. Feeling a little squeamish, I knelt down to resume the imposs

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Preface

Introduction

IN 1987, I left a full-time job in the Seton Medical Center emergency department to take a position with California Shock / Trauma Air Rescue (CALSTAR), an air ambulance service in the San Francisco Bay Area. At the time, this was an emerging field, and CALSTAR was only three years old. I became enamored with the flying, and though I continued to do shift work in the ER, that was only a sideshow. My true love was the helicopter.

After three years in the air, I attended a stress debriefing class that was developed to help medical professionals cope with the awful spectacles we face on the job. One of the suggestions was to keep a journal as a way of dealing with the emotional pain. So I started to write, then I wrote some more. Stories started pouring out on paper. At first they were the horrible flights, usually involving children. Then came the amazing calls, the ones with remarkable circumstances or unusual interventions. Finally there were the ludicrous stories, the ones that were so absurd we came home laughing. I enjoyed my little hobby, and slowly the material began to pile up.

In 1996, I felt it was time to grow up and get a real job. Somehow I couldn't see being fifty and still making a living scraping drunks off the freeway. With the support of my husband, Mark, I returned to graduate school and after two nightmarish years, emerged with a Master's degree in nursing, specializing in anesthesia. I am now a full-time certified registered nurse anesthetist (CRNA). I love my new profession; but I still wistfully remember those wonderful years with CALSTAR.

I miss the breakneck pace of caring for critical trauma patients, and I miss the people I worked with. The relationships we shared were absolutely professional, yet intensely intimate at the same time. CALSTAR became an extended family, complete with bratty brothers and occasional spats that put us all on edge. Our work brought us all very close together in a sort of club that no one could really understand unless they had been part of it.

All the stories that follow are true, though some of the names and places have been changed for confidentiality: I hope they will give readers a glimpse of what the club was like.

Janice Hudson
January 2001

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 16, 2013

    Amazinggggggggg

    Loved this wish it would have been longer I could have kept reading more stories

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 7, 2013

    Awesome

    As a Bay Area native loved the local flavor of these exciting stories

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 28, 2012

    WOW!

    I'm a Nursing Student and LOVED this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 9, 2008

    Amazing Medical Memoir

    Trauma Junkie was an over all fantastic novel. Its an encouraging story that pwople can relate too. Janice is a real person with honest recations to the fast paced high drama world around her. She is honest and real and her writing style is compelling.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2008

    Good, easy read for bed time

    This book was a very easy read, expect 1 to 2 days for the read through. Anybody can enjoy this book, however for those of us fortunate to Circle the Carnage above and give wings to hope, you will snicker at some of the subtle inside jokes. I still pick it up to bring me a laugh to the job we do. Thanks for having the courage to place words on paper.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2007

    A reviewer

    This book was absolutley excellent. As an aspiring flight nurse, I was extremely surprised to see this book on the shelf. I didn't even know it existed, and I was surprised to see that this flight nurse's stories are from her years of working on a helicopter based out of my hometown! Aside from the obvious connection I felt with the author, this book was beyond my wildest expectations. I laughed out loud at some points, and was holding back tears at others. I think that this is a very realistic portrayal of the highs and lows of flight nursing, starting with the author's 'screw ups' on her first flight, and covering everything from tragic outcomes to hilarious happenings. I HIGHLY recommend it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2006

    Warning: Requires Some Medical Knowledge

    A fairly good read. Although written by a nurse, it exceeds the limited expectations of a nurse's abilities and does paint a heart-racing image of her daily duties. Although she explains most of the medical terms in the book, it would require some basic understanding of some medical equipment, everyday injuries, and other such things. I recommend this book for a good, fast read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 2, 2003

    keeps you on the edge of your seat

    when I received this amazing book for christmas one year, I had read it from cover to cover in the span of 4 hours. the way that Janice Hudson writes is extrememly exciting, and keeps you turning the pages. way to go!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 18, 2001

    Is your seatbelt fastened?

    This book was incredible from start to finish. I haven't read a book so fast since...well, I don't know when. If you like trauma and emergency nursing, like I do, you'll love this book. Great gift for nurse 'junkie' in your life!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2001

    what a great read!

    I have access to the advance proof, and what a great read! Moves fast, funny and touching at the same time. I couldn't put it down. get this book!

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