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.
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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.
Woo hoo get it girl. Gator don't play no shit... Hahaha..
I could almost visualize you pulling the Dr Dumb by his ear...lol way to go!
Great job!!
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