Fluids are Magical

Everybody feels better after fluids. When I'm working ER I call them my fairy dust. Everyone who looks bad gets 'em. 

Kid who is pale and crying and sleepy? Enough Advil that she can latch and get all the breast milk needed to get her up and dancing. 

Lightheaded and falling down? Litre of saline and his blood pressure is stabilized and he's ready to go home. 

Head splitting in half, vomiting, pneumonia, and fever of almost 40'? 2 litres, some metoclopramide and she's ready to go home with antibiotics. 

And yet, I'm just starting to drink something myself 13 hours into my shift.

That moment when

The drunk guy's face looks better after you've finished suturing it up than it did before he, um, walked into the middle of a fight.