Tonight I had my very first experience with a bomb threat.
And if it never happens again, it will be too soon.
I grew up in a time when bomb threats were non-exisitent...where we didn't practice lock-downs and prepare for terror. So, when I heard tonight, that the hospital that I work at was surrounded by cops and that they weren't letting anyone in OR out, my heart started to race just a bit.
I just wanted out.
Call me a bad nurse...but I didn't want to be anywhere near that hospital. I wanted to be home. With my family. Not concerned about the possibility of someone wanting to either strike fear in the hearts of many people or, worse, someone wanting to injure a large amount of people.
We headed to some windows that over looked the street and sure enough...lot's of cops, no cars were being let near the road in front of the hospital, and we happened to see a cop in a big truck, get out and look under a bunch of cars.
I'd by lying if I said I wasn't scared.
I was. Even when they tried to reassure us that "it's more ER related". I didn't feel very reassured...since the ER is not all that far away from my unit.
I'd heard of bomb threats and lock downs...but somehow...when it's happening to someone else...it doesn't seem so scary.
A younger nurse I work with was totally non-chalant about it, "Oh, we had so many bomb threats in high school, I figure, if someone really wanted to blow us all up, they wouldn't call it in."
I kinda wish I had her attitude.
Anyway...all's well that ends well. After about an hour of lock-down and a "Code Search", in which we had to search our unit for a bomb (um, what exactly would a bomb look like?), we heard the "Code Search all Clear".
Music to my ears!
And then, they "mandated" me to go home...it was my turn, and I hafta say...it couldn't have come at a better time!!
Breathing a big ol' sigh of relief...