For better or worse our CAMTS inspection is over.
They were in our facility Thursday and Friday and I was on call Thursday night, during which time my dear hubby acquired his own "balloon pump flight from hell" story that truly eclipses mine. And while I was at home, coordinating, pacing the floor knowing my crew was in deep shit with a horribly unstable patient I had a moment of clarity.
Our program isn't about if our safety committee has a proper paper trail to the quality assurance committee and whether or not we have written protocols about building evacuation and fire drills. It's about this: at 10:30 pm while I had had not contact with my crew while I knew they were working that patient I had absolutely no doubt in my mind that there was no one out there with better clinical judgement and experience. I knew they had the tools they needed, physically and mentally to do the job they needed to do. I trusted completely that they were making the right decisions. If it were my family member on that tarmac I would want that crew working on them.
That's what our program is all about.
And I let go of all the rest of the other stuff. Did I want it to be perfect? Of course. Did I wish there were things about my department they didn't want to see improved? Absolutely. But the important stuff, the stuff that makes a difference in the middle of the night, when you are coding a patient, working as a team and managing in the worst circumstances to save that patient's life, that's what is important. And I'm good with all the rest.
So I'm taking the weekend off to spend time with my family. We are going to put up the tent tonight and sleep outside (if it doesn't rain), make s'mores and just kick back. I'll be back in the saddle on Monday, working on our improvement plan. But for now I'm good with it all.
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