Deep In The Noise…

As we go through the day working among noise, let’s make all effort to listen to the one usually heard calmly and softly in the background.  You know, the one we love to bury with in a “tomorrow” that never seems to come.

I don’t know about you, but what I find to be true is that this still small voice, the one that if allowed to resound clearly in the forefront of the auditory sense (usually heard a few octave lower than the rest of the noise), when listened to, usually shares many deep things of the heart.

That little voice, for many of us in healthcare and those who may find themselves in “don’t-care” jobs, is oftentimes muzzled with the likes of a dog mouth harness.  Still, if you keenly tune in, you might hear it’s rebellious bark, obnoxious growl, painful guttural sound, or a tattle-tale voice.  If it cant get to you, it may even recruit your facial nerves and musculature.  It will enlist your posture and non-verbal gestures.  It could enroll your smile, causing you to look like a Vietnamese pot-bellied pig when you do something not congruent with it’s will.

One day, as I stood there deep in the noise of bedside monitors, beeping IV pumps, a pulse oximeter on a portable monitor in a rolling bed with a patient on the way to CT Scan, patient call lights, ringing telephones, and an incessant hospital operator ever trying to reach doctors missing in action, it came to me.  “You need to take care of you too,” the small voice said.  I was very worried.  I had a ton of problems I was allowing to weigh me down.  My mom was sick.  My father was in a wheelchair.  My life was… Just as hectic as any others person trying to survive in a dynamic and ever-changing healthcare environment, yet I felt as though I was heading down the path of focusing on the noise and not on the small voice.  This reminds me, some noise can distort the harmony of your basic rhythm causing you breakdown and sickness.  When something isn’t resonating with you, its time for a change!

OYE!  Ever felt this way?  That the noise sometimes threaten to consume or control you?  I thought to myself, “I’d be damn!”  I wasn’t getting any younger.  It was 2008. It was a busy year of ripping an running from one airport to the next; one hotel to the next; and one hospital to the next.  So in that one moment, while steeped knee-deep in hospital noise, I decided I will do my best to listen to my honing signals and try to follow them.  They are the ones constantly prodding you that 3 doughnuts is not an acceptable breakfast, two large slices of pizza is not a reasonable lunch, 5 cups of coffee could be rough on the heart, and the 7 straight days working 12-hour shifts in a row is not a good marathon to run.  Please tell us, at what point did you try to overcome the deep noise and listened to the Spirit of health whistling a “stop” sign in your mind?