
Going 'til there's nothing left
Well I did it. This week I went in for my first job interview since I can remember. Last fall I applied for a part-time position with the local private ambulance company. This week I got an opening to test and interview with them. I was thrilled! I went in prepared, studied, polished, and confident. I aced the written exam, flew through the physical fitness/agility test and fully bombed the practice scenarios.
So long, thanks for playing, try again next time. Next time being at least one month from now. I was so close, yet so far. I could tell you how I bombed, but it’s just too embarrassing. Oh, okay, I need to come clean. For those of you who have studied or practiced emergency medicine you know the most basic principle is scene safety. Is it safe for me to help my patient? If not, you proceed no further. One way to ensure my safety is to make sure I have my BSI, or protective gear, on. In a practice exam you have to verbalize this or it’s an automatic failure.
I know this. I know this like I know to breathe. You just do it. Anyone I have ever taught knows this. It is drilled into them first, last and every moment in between. I could never forget something so critical, so basic. Except I did. I fully did. Not once, but twice. Two scenarios, two failures. I was floored. I felt like an idiot. I felt everyone else thought I was an idiot, no matter how nice or nonchalant they were about it. ”It happens to everyone,” they say. Maybe so, but not to me. I don’t do that. I passed at the top of both my EMT classes. I teach this stuff. It’s not possible!
But it is. It does happen. It did happen to me and I need to get over it. For my sake. For your sake. For my patients’ sake and for my team’s sake. I need to fail and I need to embrace it. If I can’t be comfortable with failure that’s going to translate to my team. If they can’t see me accept failure, they’re going to think I cannot accept in them. If that is the case then they will never be able to attempt anything risky, and risky is the name of our game.
The odds are always against us; we’re always in over our heads. We need to attempt great things – great, risky things for the sake of our patients. Without that mindset we may as well just stay home. We can’t afford to be walking around on pins and needles worrying about what’s going to happen if I don’t get this 100% dead-on right the first time. Because if we wait until then it will be too late. For our patients and for our chance to make a difference in the middle of their darkest days.
Now I am not encouraging failing as a goal, just being comfortable with the idea of blowing it. If we don’t fail, it means we’re not attempting anything greater than ourselves as we are right now. And that is ultimate failure. That I am not okay with and I hope I never am.
(By the way, they still liked what they saw and I have an invitation to try again in 30 days. I will not forget my BSI next time!)
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