About Founder
It was 7pm. I was in the body bag.
Sean and I had a plan.
Lyndon was the night-shift charge nurse coming on for bedside report. Sean told him the patient in this room had expired right before shift change — already tagged, already in the bag, waiting on transport. "Help me move him up in bed so he doesn't slide off."
Lyndon grabbed one end of the body bag.
I reached out from inside it and grabbed his arms.
We genuinely thought we'd just given a man a cardiac event at 1900. He didn't speak for a full minute. Then he laughed for ten.
It is still the funniest moment of my entire nursing career.
If you're a nurse and that story made you laugh harder than you should have — this brand is for you.
If you're not a nurse and you're horrified, fair. Crash Cart Club isn't built for you. It's built for the people who hear the words "I need the crash cart" and run toward the noise while everyone else gets out of the way.
How I got here
I started in respiratory therapy. Then nursing school. Then critical care.
Then — somehow — faculty at a university, teaching the next round of nurses how to do all of this without losing their minds (mostly).
I've been the bedside nurse running the code. I've been the nurse charting "patient resting comfortably" while the patient was, in fact, screaming. I've been the educator trying to explain to students why their preceptors don't smile much and why nobody says "thank you for your service" the way they do to other professions.
I've also, as established, been the friend in the body bag. That part didn't make it on the resume.
Why "Crash Cart Club"
In critical care, when somebody yells "I need the crash cart" — chaos is about to happen. Or, if you've been doing this long enough, organized chaos.
It's the universal signal that something is going down. If you've heard those words and felt your spine straighten before your brain caught up, your hands moving on muscle memory before you'd consciously decided what to do — you're already a member of the Club.
This isn't a brand. It's a roster.
What we are NOT
Crash Cart Club is not Florence Nightingale.
We are not lamps in the dark. We are not heroes. We are not selfless angels of mercy. We do not put cursive script on pastel backgrounds reminding you that nurses are the heart of the hospital.
We are tired. We are caffeinated. We are spiritually unavailable from 0700 to 1930. We are the people who actually said the things on these shirts, out loud, in real break rooms, while crying or laughing or both.
Every joke in this store came from something a real medical person actually said. We just put it on a sweatshirt.
What you get when you wear this
- You get spotted across the unit. Another nurse sees the design, makes eye contact, and you both know.
- You get armor for the days that need it. The "I could be charting right now" sweatshirt has dressed more nurses on their day off than any pair of scrubs ever has.
- You get to wear the joke instead of telling it for the 47th time this month.
That's it. That's the brand.
What's next
Or grab the Founder Kit — tee, tumbler, sticker. Built by ICU and ER nurses, tested on night shift, currently available between admits.
Follow @professortecson on TikTok for what nursing actually looks like, taught by someone who's still in it.
Either way — welcome to the Club.
Sorry about the body bag thing. Lyndon's fine, by the way. He's still on nights. He still doesn't trust me when I ask for help moving a patient up in bed. Fair.
— Alex Tecson, RN
RT → RN → ICU → Faculty → still tired.