Patient Transporter

I used to work as a patient transporter for a fairly large hospital in my hometown. Although not a Trauma 1 facility, it was a typical suburban hospital that was always full, if not overflowing.  Being a poor college kid, I crammed as many shifts as possible into each week of the summer.  Everyone knew to call me to cover for them and I averaged about 50 hours per week. A patient transporter pretty much does what the title suggests.  We push patients in beds, stretchers, and wheelchairs all around the hospital: admissions, discharges, unit transfers, post-surgery, x-rays, CT scans, etc.  We were the low men (and women) on the hospital totem poll.  Most doctors did not even acknowledge my existence, and a lot of nurses (being fed up by doctors and generally being overworked) would then take out their frustrations on us.  This job taught me more about the world of medicine than I had learned my entire life.  Especially about the hierarchy of a hospital, and how others should be treated.

Being a patient transporter also exposed me to countless stories.  The things I saw, and heard from patients was amazing and life-changing.  These experiences are why I want to be a doctor.