Thursday, March 29, 2012

Sick

Here's an idea: If I come to you, Dr. Frat Boy, and say "I need you to come in this room NOW to see this new patient; she has a large chest and abdominal contusion with a questionable stab wound, complains of shortness of breath and is tachycardic at 130," don't you dare blow me off and tell me you've got to go see the ESI level 4 patient you just picked up. I mean business. Get your ass into the room now and see this sick patient.

I dragged you in to see her, and twelve minutes later the lady's chest was cracked in my trauma room to fix things.

When it comes to patients I don't fuck around, and you'd be wise to take note when I act worried.

4 comments:

Solitary Diner said...

If I've learned anything from my training, it's to listen when the nurses are concerned. Particularly when an experienced nurse has that look of panic on his/her face.

Cocktail of Laughter said...

Woo hoo get it girl. Gator don't play no shit... Hahaha..

suzanne smith said...

I could almost visualize you pulling the Dr Dumb by his ear...lol way to go!

Sandy Khau said...

Great job!!